SBI one-shot angst things????

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They had been planning for a long time. Wilbur and Techno lived in a... hospital? Of some sort? He wasn't sure, he'd never seen the real world or heard what they called it. He and Wilbur had been planning for around a year, on their 13th birthday they decided a change needed to be made. They wanted to see the real world. They were the smartest in their home, their tests were proof of that. They didn't get special treatment though, if anything they got the opposite. Techno just wanted to be normal. He wanted to be a normal human and live in a perfect house with a father and his twin, normally. "Techno, it's gotta be tonight or it's not happening at all." Wilbur reminded him from the corner of their room. Their room was dimly lit with fluorescent lights, the walls were padded with white padding and the floor was a quartz floor of some sort. They had bunk beds, but they slept in the same bunk. They'd heard of twins in this place, often kept away from each other and snatched away when the other twin least expected it. They wouldn't let that happen. "It'll happen, Wil," Techno assured him, pushing his long pink hair from his face and to the back of his ears. His hair wasn't dyed, it was a result of some other-worldly species thing. It might be called... Piglin? Something like that, it left his skin pink, his teeth sharp and his canines sticking out of his mouth, and his ears long and pointy, like a weird elf. Wilbur had it a bit easier than Techno. Techno was on 23 pills a day, three times a day. Wilbur had 17 two times a day. Wilbur's skin was slightly translucent, but you couldn't really tell unless you were specifically looking for it. Wilbur couldn't be in sunlight for longer than three hours, which was worse than some things Techno had going on. Techno looked at Wilbur from the bottom bunk he was sitting on, taking in his twin's appearance just in case this went wrong. Wilbur was messing with his fingers and pulling on his hair. He was visibly nervous, which they didn't have in common. Wilbur was often nervous, Techno not so much. Techno knew how to help his twin, still. "It'll be alright, Wil. We're smart, this plan is practically fail-proof." Techno assured him, getting up from the bunk and over to Wilbur's corner. "All it takes is one single mistake, Techno. A misstep, that's it." Wilbur half-whispered, his voice was small and shaky. "Wilbur, we've been here for thirteen years and we've never made a mistake. Not on a test, not on an experiment, nothing. This? This is just another test." Techno responded, putting his hand on his twin's head. His curly hair wasn't taken care of properly, so it was less curly and wavier, but it was soft and it was a comforting feeling. "You're right. I'm just scared. What if we get caught and they separate us?" Wilbur turned to Techno, his eyes were wide and scared. "Wilbur, you aren't going to waste your energy on what-ifs. We are not staying here for the rest of our lives. I refuse to spend my fourteenth birthday here, let alone my twenty-ith." Techno responded sternly. Wilbur nodded. "Okay, when are we doing this?" Wilbur responded, his voice no longer wavering and now replaced with false confidence. "We've got thirty minutes, we're leaving everything here. I'll get you a guitar when we get out, okay?" Techno knew Wilbur wanted to keep his guitar, it was one of the only things that kept him happy. Wilbur hesitated for a minute, then responded with, "Okay, fine. But you're getting me a good guitar. None of the shitty plastic ones, okay?" Wilbur tried to demand, but he sounded more like he was begging. "Yeah, no I know. There's something I need to do before we go, okay?" Techno looked his twin in the eyes, and Wilbur knew what he meant. He nodded and gave Techno his arm. Techno didn't want to do this. He wasn't worried about it going wrong, he just didn't want to hurt Wilbur. After planning for so long, they found the documents that practically gave them a step-by-step way to escape. They found the placement of the trackers, and blueprints of the entire place. Techno had to use his nails, they weren't ever provided with sharp objects. The doctors or scientists, whatever they were, feared one of the children would turn on them and stab them. They were smart enough to not give them sharp objects, but it made this that much harder for Techno. The trackers were placed on the opposite side of their elbows. Techno wasn't sure why they planted it there, but he assumed it was for some kind of strategic reason. Techno marked where he needed to dig the tracker out. It wasn't planted deep in their skin, if anything it was close to the surface of their skin. Techno looked at Wilbur in the eyes one more time before digging his nails in, a way to say without words, 'are you sure you want to do this?' Wilbur nodded, and Techno looked back down to get the tracker out. He swore he would get his twin out of there.