CHAOS

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Trigger Warnings:
~Swearing
~Fighting (Minecraft PVP)
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Wilbur had emerged from that dining room with utter fear of his father; the man had given him a stern telling off. You see, Phil was a lovely guy. He was obsessed with video games, he loved birds, especially baby crows, and he often made little noises when he did things. But man he could be terrifying.

Trudging up to his room, he noticed the spare bedroom light was on. Puzzled, he stepped up to the door, which had been left slightly ajar. He quickly glanced into the room.
He raised his brow at the sight in front of him - Tommy was sat up on the bed, which was covered in a soft red duvet with matching white pillows, staring directly at the wall in front of him. His eyes stayed fixed on that spot even as he became aware of Wilbur's presence by the door.
The teen had his back to the window. This window in particular was facing the garden, which looked like it had been cleaned recently. Although a few weeds had found their way back up to the surface.

Wilbur decided he was going to initiate a conversation. If they were going to be living together, he may as well start talking to the younger.

"Hey Tom."
No movement.
"Uh hello?"
Again, nothing. At this point, Wilbur was getting agitated.
"Giving me the silent treatment, eh?"
Wilbur walked over to the trance-like Tommy and waved his arms manically in front of his face.
"Oh go away bitch, can't you see I'm busy???" Finally, the boy spoke.
"Doing what?!"
"Wouldn't you like to know, shithead?"
"Fine then," the brunette stormed his way over to the door. "If you're going to be like that, fuck you."
"The feeling's mutual."

SLAM!

Tommy sighed.
He certainly wasn't expecting this when he marched up to the door. What luck, he thought. The rest of the neighbourhood seemed a bit too fake. But he just kind of had... a feeling? An odd feeling that this house was the one. He didn't have anything to base this off, though.
He leaned down to where his small backpack resided on the cold floor and picked it up onto the bed. Unzipping the main compartment, he smiled, remembering what was inside.
"Music discs, my beloved..." he whispered, clutching "Cat" and "Mellohi" in his arms. However, in that moment, he found it incredibly difficult to not fall asleep; the day had been incredibly tiring, and he was not about to fight this sleep away. So, instead, he rested his discs on the oakwood nightstand and snuggled into the duvet, allowing himself to finally relax.

[ - ]

Ugh, that kid is fucking awful, Wilbur thought. His opinions on this newcomer were not positive ones, to say the least. Sighing loudly, he threw himself onto his bed in pure exhaustion.
Suddenly, his PC made a 'ping' noise, and just as fast as he'd fallen, he rushed over to observe the screen.

Discord: 1 new notification from 'The Blade'

Wilbur, once again, sighed. This was becoming a habit of his.
He was used to only messaging his brother. Even though their rooms were right next to each other, neither could really be bothered to talk face to face. So, he opened up Discord.

The Blade:
wanna play MC

Wilby-poo:
Sure, let me get it up
Is Skeppy joining?

The Blade:
nah, he got mad that I kept beating him at skywars
also
we need to discuss the elephant in the room. VC?

Wilby-Poo:
Uh yeah sure gimme a min

Wilbur began loading up Minecraft, before joining a VC on their private server named 'Anarchists Anonymous'.
"Hey Techno."
"Hullooooooooo."
Silence filled the VC as the two waited for Wilbur to join their little server. As much as the two brothers loved each other, they were often awkward due to their shared lack of social skills.
"It's loaded now." Wilbur said plainly. Glancing over to his monitor, he saw the world begin to load in. Familiar buildings touched the horizon, and the footsteps of another character could be heard.
Wilbur smiled. He was never going to admit that, but nonetheless he did. He also giggled slightly at his brother's derpy pig skin - that would never get old.
"Hey Techno!"
"Hi. Do you wanna 1v1?"
Wilbur knew he would never beat his brother, but he always had good fun trying.
"Sure," he grinned after a moments pause. "I want to see the look on your face when I win."
As they made their way over to the little boxing ring looking area, Techno piped up.
"Hey Wil... I'm not sure about this Tommy guy... a bit too energetic for me."
A pause.
"I agree. Why the fuck did Phil let him stay?"
"God knows." Techno scoffed. "But I trust Phil. So I'm goin' along with it for the time being."
Wilbur hummed in response.
The rest of the way to their digital fighting ring was silent.

Approaching the ring, Techno grinned. He knew he was about to beat Wilbur's ass. The best part? Wilbur knew it too.
But it was good bonding experience for the both of them.
"Ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
"3..2..1.. GOOOOOO!!!!"

As the brothers battled it out to the death, time passed by - a lot quicker than expected, as Phil waltzed right into Wilbur's room.
"It's like half twelve mate, you and Techno need to get some sleep."
Techno's deep sigh could be heard through their call, and Wilbur's face said it all.
"Oh and one more thing," Phil added as he made his way to the door. "Make sure to not wake Tommy up."
"But Phil-"
"Do I make myself clear?" The sternness of his voice brought Wilbur back to the earlier kitchen incident. He shuddered at the thought. Nodding profusely, Phil finally shut the door.

"G'night Techno, it's been fun."
"Yeah yeah whatever..."
Wilbur heard the Discord ping of Techno leaving, and finally scrambled into his duvet with no interest in changing out of his day clothes. He sighed contently as he let sleep take over.

[ - ]

Technoblade was a very brave man. On the outside, he was tall and intimidating, and his glasses shone sharply like an anime protagonist. Yet here he was, staring down the stairs into the dark abyss of downstairs as if it was about to eat him whole.
"All I need is a glass of water damn it..." he whispered to himself shakily. Mentally, he facepalmed. He then turned his attention to his father's bedroom door. Muffled snores emanated through the small crack in between the door and the frame.
I could ask Phil... but he's already asleep and I'd feel bad. There's Wilbur, but he'd make fun of me for days...
Aha!!!

Techno almost began sprinting down the hallway to where Tommywas sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of what was just about to happen.

"Psssttttt-" he whispered. A sudden and overwhelming feeling of anxiety coursed through him. "Hey, wake up Nerd."
A small, annoyed grunt came from the younger as he messily turned around to face the perpetrator of the noise.
"What the fuck do you want?" Tommy was pissed off. How dare this anime man wake him up?!
"I need you to do me a favour-"
"And why should I?" Tommy's voice was still groggy from waking up, which made it harder to decipher the teens words. After spending a moment to analyse what he'd actually said, Techno grinned evilly.
"Because this isn't your house as far as I'm concerned. And oh boy, you don't wanna know what happens when you get on my bad side."
Sudden fear drove Tommy from his cosy bedsheets and onto the freezing wooden floor. As his feet made contact with the floor boards, he had to place his hands over his mouth to muffle the yelp that followed.
"What do you need me to do then?" He tried to look bored, but god was he terrified.
"I need you to fetch me a glass of water."
"Wha-"
"I'll be waiting here."
With a puzzled look on his face, Tommy raced downstairs to the kitchen.
It took him a while to navigate through the house, but soon he began memorising his way around. As soon as he found his way into the kitchen, he grabbed the first cup he could put his hands on and messily filled it up from the tap, leaving the sink area soaked. He was too tired to care.

After he made his way back upstairs, he entered his room to the sight of Techno sat with his arms folded across his chest and a neutral expression.
"Eh, not bad timing." He mused. Tommy rolled his eyes and basically threw the glass into Techno's arms.
"Here's your water, 'your majesty' ..." Tommy mockingly gestured towards the drink. Techno only scoffed in reply. This kid is feisty, he thought to himself.
"Good job, now never mention this to anyone ever, got it?"
"Of courseeee why would I tell anyone???" He spoke, sarcasm dripping from every word. Again, this earned a small snort from the pink haired man.
"Night, Theseus."
"Who the fuck is 'Theseus'-"
But Techno was already gone.
"Eh." He shrugged, getting into bed and pulling the covers up, surrounding himself in warmth once again.

"What an eventful way to end an eventful day."

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