(Techno fanart bc I wanted to[NOT MY ART])
I lied. I have time. :)
Phil was pressed up against a wall, breathing heavily. His gun was held against his chest in a stiff pose. He slowly stood up, edging along the wall quickly and quietly. Where were his allies? Had they already been defeated?
A bead of sweat trickled down the man's forehead as he heard the yelling and firing sounds coming from near the center of the arena. Tommy- Where was he?! Maybe Wilbur still had him covered... And Tubbo... Phil didn't even want to think about it. He was already gone. His breath came faster.
He inhaled determinedly and suddenly ran behind another of the strangely shaped walls. He immediately turned, smiling grimly in relief as he saw no one. He turned back around...And then felt a gun pressed to his thin vest.
His own son.
Techno.
"Techno..." He said, his voice wavering. "C'mon, mate, we can talk this out, can't we...?" His own gun was held loosely at his side, he'd never get it up in time.
Techno chuckled darkly, a terrifying sound in the circumstances. His voice was cold, merciless. "I'm sorry, Phil." He met Phil's eyes. "I choose blood!"
And he fired.
Phil groaned as his jacket flashed red, the sign that he'd been shot by a laser gun five times. The arena's lights came back on, blinding. Apparently, he was the last one alive on his team.
"Good game?" Techno said with a laugh, shielding his face from the light while simultaneously reaching out to shake Phil's hand. Phil took it grudgingly and chuckled a bit. A whine of complaint came from an out-of-view Tommy.
"Meet in the center!" Techno called, starting to lead Phil towards the center of the laser gun arena.
"So, what was that stupid bet Tommy and Wil insisted on?" Techno asked with a chuckle as they reached the center. Kristin was already there. She laughed. "Tommy and Tubbo have to do all of Ranboo's chores for two weeks, Wilbur has to make Techno the exact coffee he likes for a week and stop listening to Hamilton on full blast, and Phil, you have to cook dinner for two weeks!" She responded with another small laugh
Phil gave a fake groan. He would have cooked dinner if Kristin had asked, but the bet was more fun. Soon, Ranboo and Wilbur reached the center, closely followed by Tubbo and Tommy. Wilbur lightly smacked Tommy on the head.
"I knew I shouldn't have agreed to that stupid bet!" He said with a whine, and then a grunt as he was kicked in the shin by Tommy. "You bastard! You were the one who came up with it!" Tommy argued before he was grabbed by Phil. "No fighting." Phil said sternly.
Techno laughed and Ranboo chuckled. They left the laser tag place soon after that. The car ride home consisted of out-of-key karaoke from Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo, with Tommy screaming the occasional swear words in the songs as loud as he could. Techno sat in the middle of Wilbur and Ranboo with his hands over his ears.
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When they got home, Phil immediately entered the kitchen to start making dinner. He decided on noodle soup and started boiling some bone broth. Wilbur had immediately went to his room to rest, and Kristin had done the same, but went to her and Phil's shared room.
Tubbo and Ranboo were reading a book together(Ranboo seemed a bit miffed that it was a picture book), and Tommy was sitting quietly in his room. Oh, fuck.
But where had Techno gone? Phil cast a glance at the stove. The bone broth would be boiling for at least eight more minutes. Without thinking twice, he exited the kitchen and made a beeline to Techno's room, curving around Tubbo and Ranboo on the couch.
He knocked on the door and was met with a weak "Come in". He opened the door and stepped into the room, a faint smile on his face. Techno was sitting on the edge of the bed, his fingers pressed against his temples. "Headache again?" Phil said softly, walking over and sitting next to him.
"More like headache always..." Techno grumped with a light chuckle, rubbing his forehead. Phil put a hand on his shoulder. "Here, let me go get the medication and finish prepping the soup. I'll be right back, mkay?" Techno nodded tiredly and Phil patted his shoulder before leaving the room.
Phil moved back to the stove and lowered the heat before adding some farfalle pasta and putting the lid on. He then grabbed Techno's medication from the counter. Looking over into the living room, he could tell that Ranboo and Tubbo were now reading Dr. Seuss books. He grinned and walked back to the half-closed door of Techno's room. He pushed it open, stepping inside.
Techno looked up from where his head had been hanging, staring at the floor. Phil opened the medication bottle, pouring two pills into his hand and giving them to Techno with an easygoing grin. Techno immediately tossed them in his mouth and swallowed them. "Thanks."
"No problem, mate." Phil said, beginning to rub his back reassuringly. "One day we'll get these headaches sorted out." He sat next to Techno on the bed and put his arm around Techno's shoulders, pulling him in slightly. Techno rested his head on top of Phil's, almost as if he were a kid again.
I didn't know how to end it so I just did tht.
I GAVE UP MY WORK TIME TO WRITE THAT FOR YOU SO BE GRATEFUL YOU LITTLE, INCERDIBLY GORGEOUS, SEXY, SUPER SMART, FUNNY FUCKS
Ily all 💙
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DSMP crack I guess- (I'm bored)
FanfictionThe title. I'll update this when I feel like it, NOT DOING ONESHOTS UNLESS THEY'RE PLATONIC. COVER DOES NOT BELONG TO ME! I found it on Google :3