Tommy's POV
Tommy stood up straight as Phil wrapped a measuring tape around his waist. Phil wrote the measurements on a notepad and looked at Techno and Wilbur.
"I'm thinking noir and crimson for the colors. What do you think boys?"
Wilbur smiles, "I think that would look great on Tommy. It will match his earrings and wings very well."
"What about you Tommy? What do you think?" Phil looks over and smirks at me.
"It's fine I guess."
"Okay then! So Tommy will wear crimson and noir. Wilbur will wear yellow and noir. Techno will wear noir with his gold accents and I will wear dark green and noir. Then we all will need masks with them too. I will get him to do it by the gala at the end of this week."
Before I get the chance to speak, Wilbur speaks up, "Can I take Tommy upstairs so I can sing to him?"
"No thank-"
"Of course Wilbur! You two have fun!"
Wilbur drags me upstairs. He shuts and locks the door before we sit on his bed. He begins to strum a few tunes and I just sit and listen. Not like I have much of a choice. After a few songs he stops and goes to his phone to clicks play on a recording.
"Ask me now," Wilbur whispers.
I raise my brow, "Ask you what?"
"Ask me whatever you like. This recording last another 9 minutes so be quick."
"I-uh. What happened last night?" I never thought Wilbur would actually allow me to ask questions or to even know what is below the surface of this fucked up place.
"Phil... stabbed me in the shoulder. It will scar but it isn't a big deal."
"HE WHA-" Wilbur quickly covers my mouth.
"Quiet down!" Wilbur whispers, "We need to keep it down or else he will barge in! I am already in enough hot water for forgetting to tell you to not drink too much blood!"
"Why would he-" Wilbur quickly grabs his guitar and turns off the recording.
Phil comes in and looks worried, panicked even, "Everything alright?"
Wilbur stops playing, "Yeah? What's wrong dad?"
"Oh, I just thought I heard something. Sorry boys."
Phil leaves as Wilbur starts strumming again. Wilbur looks at me and smiles.
"That was close. Don't yell again. He will hear you."
"So I get to ask more questions?" I whisper.
Wilbur chuckles, "No. You already messed up your opportunity. Just be happy I let you ask them in the first place. Now who is your favorite brother?"
"I don't have a-" I pause, "You are..."
"Say it."
"You are my favorite brother Wilby!"
Wilbur gives me a smug look, "Now scurry to your room. Dinner is soon."
I walk to the door and unlock it. I rush to my room and shut the door, unable to lock it because it locks from the outside. I go to the bathroom to see my pale, red-eyed self. It's odd that this is my life now. I can't go back, but at least I have people like Tubbo and Dream. I think they are visiting tomorrow too! Am I going crazy? I am friends with fucking murderers, and I feel happy?
Should I feel happy?
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End of this chapter. Hope you enjoyed. Have a great day!
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