CHAOS

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Trigger Warnings:
~Shouting
~Swearing (quite a lot)
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"Uh hello mate...?" An awfully confused Phil raised an eyebrow at this filthy looking teen.
"Took you long enough." Tommy spat, quite over exaggerated in his movements as he folded his arms across his chest.
Phil rolled his eyes. "Okay you chaotic little shit, why are you here?" Phil swore he heard Wilbur wheeze from behind him. It was a phrase he used often. Almost too often for his liking.

But back to the situation at hand.

The teen furrowed his eyebrows. His usual smirk bent into a frown. "What do you mean 'why are you here' ?"
Phil turned round, rather desperately, for back up from his two loving sons. Both shied away quickly. Ah fuck, just perfect.
Strangely, the boy in front seemed to shiver as an icy blast of wind swooped down into his tangled curls of hair. Phil took this time to also notice the paleness to his face, along with the rips and scratches tattered across his red and white T-shirt. Not to mention the alarmingly Techno-like bags resting under his pair of shining blue eyes.

"Oh, do you want to come inside...?" Phil asked. This time being more gentle. The boy hastily nodded and almost sprinted into the warmth of their house.

"What's your name?" Curiosity overtook Phil.
"Umm Tom. But I much prefer Tommy." The boy, Tommy, grinned as Phil placed a steaming mug of hot chocolate in front of him.
"Listen, um, Tommy-"
"Yea?"
"I'm not gonna lie, you look like shit. Did something happen? Do I need to get in contact with the Authorities?"
"NO!" Tommy yelled, drawing the attention of Wilbur and Techno. They had just been vibing in the corner, mainly discussing tactics for their upcoming, unbranded Minecraft tournament.
"Hey, chill Timmy! Or whatever your name was." Wilbur sighed. Tommy stared daggers into the brunette's soul.
"It's Tommy you prick!"
Wilbur scoffed.
"You're such a child-"
"HE IS A FUCKING CHILD WIL!" Phil yelled, to which Wilbur responded with his usual eye roll and a small "whatever" under his breath. He then returned his attention to Techno and continued their strategy talking.

Phil hadn't noticed how hard Tommy flinched at the shouting. Turning back to the teen, he apologised for his son's poor behaviour.
"Eh, it's fine, it's more the shouting that gets me-"
"Ah fuck," Phil mentally face palmed. "Sorry mate, it's the only way these fuckers listen to me..." he chuckled slightly.
"It's okay old man." The mischievous grin the gremlin child had worn before appeared once again.
"Bruhhhhhhhhhhhh-" Both Phil and Techno spoke. At this point, they were able to tell exactly when the other was going to say it, and Wilbur would just stand like the man emoji ( picture at the top ).
Tommy was concerned, to say the least.

"I'm not old," Phil began, as if tutoring Tommy. "I've just had a lot of experience."
"Like you wouldn't believe the thousands of yea-" Wilbur was cut off by Techno shoving his hand over his brother's mouth. Techno spoke for the first time in front of Tommy, who was not expecting what he heard.
"Shhh we're not supposed to tell people, let alone some kid from the streets who could be working for... The Government..."
"Oh fuck here we go-"
Techno strode over to Phil and Tommy, a menacing gleam in his eye, warning the teen that he was probably about to die. He gulped.
"Okay I've got some questions for ya. I need you to answer truthfully, got it?" The monotone nature of this pink haired man scared the crap out of Tommy.
"Right, question one-"
"Techno please, the poor lad looks like he's just seen a ghost. Give him a break will you mate?" Phil sighed, the agitation clear in his voice. Techno never listened to authority.
Well, Phil was the exception.

Reluctantly, he headed back to where Wilbur had been observing the scene with interest. He put on a fake pouty face and turned to his brother. "That was just getting good..." he murmured. Techno grunted in agreement. But if it was Phil who told him what to do, he knew it was for a good reason.
"Eh, I'm goin' upstairs to play Skyblock. Those potatoes won't farm themselves." Before anyone could process what was going on, Techno was already halfway up the stairs.

Once that fiasco was over, everyone's attention was turned back on Tommy. Phil was utterly confused as to why this child had stumbled upon their home. It was probably the weird vibes they gave off.
"Right, I'm going to cut to the chase here fellas," Tommy began after mustering up all the confidence he could find. "I'm homeless. Destitute. A poor, teenage boy who lives in sorrow on the lonely streets... and as if by magic... I'm here!"
Both Wilbur and Phil knew what this boy was trying to hint at, yet neither made a move to talk to him. Tommy sighed. Clearly this family weren't stupid. What was wrong with him?
"Helloooooo?! Is anybody homeeeeee???" He waved his hands in front of both Wilbur and Phil's eyes. These people were really testing his (unsurprisingly small) patience.
"We're here all right." Wilbur spoke with an air of frustration. This Tommy guy had already made a bad impression on him, and adding a hyperactive sixteen year old to their household?
You bet he was going to scare the little shit away.

"Listen, Timothy-"
"It's TOMMY you sly bitch!!!"
"Whatever the fuck your name is I don't care!" For some reason, this nasty comment made by the guy he had essentially forced himself into a situation with hurt him. Instead of feeling sad, he felt the rage that had slowly been building up finally catch up to him.

"This is my house, you got it?! So just please, for the love of God, LEAVE."
"WELL MR 'I AM AMAZING AND EVERYONE SHOULD BOW DOWN TO ME', UNLIKE YOU, I HAVE A FUCKING HEART-"

" B O Y S."
Phil had enough. Watching the two bicker like it was nobody's business had fully broken his patience. The two stopped immediately, and Tommy swore he could hear that man's voice echo... maybe Wilbur was right about the whole 'immortality' thing...

"Wilbur. I'll have a talk with you later. Leave so I can talk to Tommy in private."
Wilbur sighed. Phil took that as annoyance, where as Wilbur was actually scared shitless. He sped out of the room leaving only the teen and the immortal.
"I'm sorry about him mate, he's not very welcoming to new people..."
"It's alright man." Tommy put on the cheesiest grin he could, to which Phil smiled in return to.
"Okay, I'm not very sure what to do... uhhhh... how about you take the spare bedroom upstairs? Just until we know what's going on though."
Phil didn't think the boy's eyes could get any wider, but here he was, widening them to an admittedly terrifying degree.
"Thank you so much... uhhh..."
"Phil."
"Thank you Phil!" Tommy grinned, before sprinting up the stairs.

"W I L B U R. In here."
Solemn footsteps echoed painfully throughout the house - which now contained four members.

"Y-yes Dad?"

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