Oh Boo Hoo!

Yo, your house is haunted my guy

Techno was sipping at his coffee, his brain groggy and slow even as he tried to read through his book at the table that morning.

Phil had already gone to work, and Wilbur was still fast asleep since he didn't have work until next week. As for Techno, it was the midweek, meaning that he finally had a day off.

Well, he didn't have a day off today, it was more like he was too tired, so he sent an email for his students to know they didn't have class today.

He was an english professor for the college nearby, which meant that his schedule was normally a little erratic and complete nonsense, but at least he was able to have the weekends off. Moving was so much more exhausting than he thought it would be.

Wilbur has been acting strange though.

Just about three days ago, Wilbur had his friends over while Phil and Techno went out for separate stupid meetings. Honestly, screw being an adult, who decides that meetings are the best form of communication anyway?

But ever since, Wilbur's been all... weird.

He's been more fidgety, every time his phone pinged with a notification, he would leap three feet in the air before hastily replying to it. His eyes would be practically glued to the screen, nervous energy radiating off of him.

His eyes are always glancing towards the darker corners of the room, fear emitting off of him in waves. When Techno tried asking him about it, Wilbur simply shrugged him off and firmly avoided any other prying questions.

These last few days had been exhausting, every moment they spent at home, they were desperately cleaning and getting the house into a much more livable condition.

Wilbur seemed to breathe a little easier now that the paint was scratched off the windows, replaced with a nice set of blinds and some curtains. The living room was finally complete, the bookshelf finally finished and set up, knickknacks finding new homes on shelves and anywhere else they could fit.

Their bedrooms were also done, window paint gone and squeaky hinges oiled, floors scrubbed and swept, and everything set in place however the occupant desired. All that was left was some of the kitchen (namely fixing a couple cupboard doors that have fallen off their hinges over the years), and their little office space upstairs. It was actually a pretty decent house, all things considered. Especially since Techno had finally gotten around to scrubbing those odd footprints off of the ceiling.

For as old and abandoned as the house was, it was still in decent condition. The last paint job was still in decent shape, the flooring was really nice, if only a bit dusty, and now that the windows were cleaned up, the natural lighting of the house was really nice. There was no need to turn on any lights during the day.

Techno also noticed that Wilbur had a new habit of closing Phil's door whenever the man was out for the day.

Techno knew his brother quite well. He recognized these odd habits because they were very similar to the ones before. Just three years prior, Wilbur was basically in the same habits. Phone watching, corner staring, odd flinchy behavior.

Obviously, Wilbur was getting back into his ghost hunting again.

Techno wasn't blind. He knew that Quackity, Karl, and Sapnap were ghost hunters (Sapnap always gave him odd vibes though), and that Wilbur befriended them just a little over a year ago while he was on his desperate search for Sally's ghost.

It was heartbreaking, to see his own brother so desperately searching for something long gone. But neither Phil nor Techno had the heart to try and stop him.

They both thought that he had stopped, after he met the three ghosthunting friends. For a while, he even seemed to be getting better. Less watchful, more relaxed, hell, he even started to agree with some of Phil and Techno's non-beliefs in ghosts. He even went as far to tell them one night, in a moment of vulnerability, that Sally was long gone, and that he had stopped searching for her.