An eye for vengeance

7

(From now on, this chapter is a backstory from when Wilbur, techno, and Tommy were kids)

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Phil cradled Tommy in his arms, his hair was golden, and his skin was glowing.

"He's beautiful. He has 5 lives, 2 extra thanks to his perk." Phil told his other two sons. Techno was amused, clapping his hands in amazement. Wilbur.. not so much.

"Dad, why don't I get one?" He frowned, he was only eleven, and techno was twelve.

"Wilbur, you don't need one. You've got your..hair!"

"That's unfair, I don't want my hair I want a perk! Techno gets a perk and his hair! So does Baby Tommy! Where's mine?!"

Wilbur kicked the wall, and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. Techno rolled his eyes and stroked tommys hair.

<5 years later>

16. Still no perk. Tommy was 6, and techno was 17.

Wilbur sat under the willow tree, strumming his guitar whilst he watched his dad glide through the air with Tommy sat in his fluffy black wings. It wasn't a risk for Tommy, he had lots of lives, and he healed quicker than normal people.

It wasn't a risk for techno, he was strong, and a hybrid. He'd heal quicker than normal people.

But of course, it was a risk for wilbur. Because he was 'the normal person.' He had no perk. And it was boring.

Techno came over with his axe in hand, his white shirt sat loosely over his body and he had his work trousers and boots on. "Come on Wilbur. Don't be so melodramatic."

"Melodramatic?! Seriously? That's fucking rich from you. I've spent 16 years of my life in your shadow, and I'm being melodramatic? I've watched you, and Tommy, and your friends fly with dad, but I never got to. Because it's "to risky for Wilbur". Because I'm weak right?" Wilbur Rose to his feet and dropped his guitar to the floor, squaring up to techno.

Techno gripped his axe tighter, gritting his teeth. "Wilbur- nobody trying to upset you, just protect you."

Wilbur ripped the axe from techno's grip and pushed him to the floor. "Protecting? Am I some sort of joke to you?" He pushed the handle into his brothers neck so he struggled to breathe.

Techno struggled under Wilbur's weight, and Phil landed onto the ground.

"BOYS!"

Wilbur didn't listen. The rush had him, and he pushed the handle down further.

Phil grabbed his shoulders from behind and yanked him off, techno sat up, coughing, but not retaliating.

Wilbur stood up, huffing and puffing whilst his fathers rose to look at him.

"What was that worth, ay?! You trying to kill your brother? Are you pleased with yourself? Spit it out!"

He said nothing. Just walked off, leaving his guitar, and his family behind. Tommy screamed. But will didn't turn back.

He didn't turn back for days.

(Flashback over)

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(Present day, Wilbur's pov)

Once Quackity was asleep again, I slumped downstairs and took a beer out the fridge and crashed down on the sofa next to Tommy, who shuffled away like I had some sort of disease or something.

I raised my eyebrow, and took another tip out the beer bottle. "Why are you looking at me like I've got some sort of disease?"

"I'm scared you might after that." Tommy huffed.