CHAOS

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Trigger Warnings:
~Swearing
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The clocks had just hit 10 in the morning, and The Sleepy Bois household were up and ready. Everyone except Tommy, who was still in bed. He was dreading going down the stairs; he knew he would be bombarded with questions almost instantly. So, instead of trying to communicate with his forced family, he hid from his problems. The good thing about living on the streets is that he'd learned to sleep in almost any location or situation, helping the teen adjust to the new environment.

Meanwhile, Phil was sat in the kitchen - a now cold plate of toast sat where a certain blonde boy should have been.
Wilbur hadn't really bothered to make sure Phil was okay, instead he insisted he needed to "take care" of Sally. The rest of his family knew of Wilbur's secret love affairs with the salmon, yet didn't question him as he sprinted back upstairs.
Techno, on the other hand, took the most care of his father out of anyone. Again, the pair were more best friends that father and son.

Techno was beginning to worry about Phil. Breakfast had been at 8, so why had he stayed this long to be there when Tommy came down? That was something only the immortal man knew himself.
"Hey Phil." Strolling into the kitchen, the pink haired man leaned his back against the wall and folded his arms, staring directly at Phil.
"Hiya mate." He replied with a hint of dejection. Techno frowned.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Techno stared a bit more coldly into Phil's eyes, a slight sense of nervousness showing from the bird man.
"I can tell when you're lying, Phil. It's not that hard."
Phil sighed, defeated.
"Alright," he sighed, throwing his hands up in a surrender. "I just... I dunno, feel bad for the kid?"
Techno sighed. "Of course you would."
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Phil yelled playfully. All he replied with was a smirk, and with that, he made his way back to, where Phil supposed, his room.

However, the pink haired man had other plans.

"Hey Wil."
The brunette turned around quickly.
"What is it?"
Techno grinned, leaning on his brother's door frame. "We're gonna go cause some CHAOS."
Suddenly, Wilbur's whole demeanour changed. A mad grin spread across his face as he rushed to the door.
"I'm in." Wilbur smirked.

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"Right, on the count of three," Techno whispered, standing opposite Wilbur. The brunette was currently holding a bucket full of water above the duvet where Tommy was thought to be sleeping peacefully.
"One..."
"Two..." Wilbur chimed in.
"THR-"
"AH SHUT UP, I'M UP!!!!" A muffled scream emerged from the bed. The two brothers flung the sheets off the teen, who was already in his day clothes.
"Uhhhhhh okay-"
"Oh shut up pink haired man!" The blonde spat, clearly annoyed with the other two's chaotic act. He scowled.
"Eh, well you're awake now, so go downstairs to see Phil."
"Why?!" He groaned in pure tiredness.
"Because we said so."

To Tommy, the two looked absolutely terrifying. Their large, menacing grins, on top of the fact they were both stood over him, added to their frightening appearance. The teen gulped.
"Okay, okay, I'm up-" he sped out the door, wanting to escape the pair as fast as he could.

Phil jumped at the sound of footsteps sprinting towards him, spilling his freshly made coffee all over him. He grunted in annoyance, standing up to grab a piece of kitchen roll. He wasn't expecting the person who had stumbled through the door.
"Good morning, mate!" He cheered at Tommy. The teen smiled awkwardly in reply and hesitantly sat down on the only clean chair.
"I made you breakfast, but, uh... it got cold..."
"It's alright..." he mumbled. Again, Phil couldn't help but feel sorry for him; he must've gone through so much out on the streets.
"I can make you some more if you'd like." Phil offered. Tommy was about to refuse, when his stomach made an abnormally loud rumble.
"Uh yeah, please..." he laughed nervously at his stomach. Phil's face lit up, and he headed towards the cereal cupboard.