CHAOS

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||+|| Trigger Warnings:
~Swearing
~Very Brief Mentions Of Drugs (Jokingly + Vague)
~Slight Shouting
~Brief Emotional Conflict
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The run up to Christmas had been long and exciting. However, it came and went quicker than ever, much to the dismay of everyone. Before they knew it, the tinsel from shops were being taken down, and even decorations and confectionary for Easter were starting to fill the once festive shelves.

It was safe to say that Tommy was disappointed.

"But Phillllllll," he whined, leaning backwards on the wooden chair of the kitchen. "It's not fairrrrrrr."
Phil chuckled as he pat the younger's back, sitting down next to him. "Don't worry, mate, there's always next year."
"But I can't wait that long!" At that, Phil wheezed, slapping his hand against the table. Once he'd calmed down enough, he wiped the tears from his eyes and smiled.
"It's alright! Besides, there's New Years to look forward to!"
At those words, Tommy's face contorted into a look of utter disgust.
"You mean when those fuckin' loud explosives keep you up all night? And for what, a shitty little countdown on your shitty little tv screens? 'Load of bullshit!"
"Come on, it's not that bad, right?"
"Try living on the fucking streets on New Years, then you'll see it is, in fact, 'that bad'."

The room went deathly silent - the familiar hum of the fridge was the only sound to be heard, along with the taunting ticking of the clock.
"I-"
"I'm sorry," Phil interjected. He looked genuinely regretful. "I didn't realise..."
"No, it's my fault." Tommy sighed, staring out the window at the dark clouds that were beginning to form overhead.
Pathetic fallacy, he supposed.
"Why don't we have a party this year?" Phil suggested with a shrug. "I mean, we haven't had one since you've been here, you can get to know new people. We can invite the whole SMP to come and meet you."
Tommy pondered the question for some time, long enough that Techno came trudging down the stairs in his classic Minecraft Pyjamas.

"Hallooooooooo." He yawned, leaning suavely against the doorframe, despite his pyjamas.
"Hiya mate!" Phil smiled.
"Hey." Tommy mumbled, barely audible.
"I heard you two talkin' about... a party?"
"Oh! For New Years!"
Techno seemed to think for a few moments, before leaving the doorframe and pulling up a chair besides Phil.
"What does Tommy think?" He asked finally, the pair turning their attention on the teen.
"I- fine. Okay."
Phil grinned. "Then it's all settled!"
"Just a warning, though," Techno interrupted Phil's mini celebration. "Remember last time we threw a party? Remember when Wilbu-"
"Yes I remember." Phil spoke quickly, almost as if he was covering up the mysterious allegations about Wilbur.  "But this time will be different.
"How so?"

As the two debated, Tommy sat, anxiety swirling through him at the mere thought of meeting 'new people'. He despised the way people got excited about parties. Yet he decided he'd let Phil have his fun, for now.

[~]

"It'll be fun, come on Toms!"
Wilbur had dragged Tommy all the way to a quaint little party decoration shop on the far side of town. At this point, the cold weather was beginning to lose its likability, as Tommy was all too aware of. Shivering in a small, red knitted scarf, he scowled at Wilbur.
"It's fucking cold, man." He groaned, averting his gaze from the older and over to the shop.
"It'll be warmer inside." Wilbur countered. He was starting to grow tired of Tommy's complaining, so without another thought, the teen was physically dragged inside.

As Wilbur suspected, it was indeed much warmer inside. However, the limited space felt suffocating for Tommy, and the warmth was more like fire, especially with his thick coat and scarf.
"Hi! Welcome! How may I assist you today?" A kind voice spoke. The voice was unfamiliar to either of them. From behind one of the towering shelves, a kind looking woman stepped out. She smiled warmly, almost dissipating Tommy's anxiety immediately. He was thankful that there wasn't some creepy stalker guy running the place. Or, even worse, someone Wilbur knew.
"We're just browsing, thanks," Wilbur stated politely, returning her smile.
"Well, if you need anything, let me know!" And with that, she skipped off back to, where Tommy assumed was, the counter.
He turned back to Wilbur, who was already back to admiring the items; in particular, a packet of 20 sparkly party hats. Tommy shuddered.
"Soooo... what exactly are we looking for?" Tommy asked, picking up a small dinosaur eraser, the label reading 'party favor'. However, after reading the price for such a small object, he just about flung the item back onto the shelf. Wilbur chuckled slightly.
"Just anything, really. Y'know, something to spice the party up?"
"Like drugs?" Tommy joked. To his utter surprise and, most of all concern, Wilbur looked guiltily away from the teen, and back at the party hats.  He never answered the question.