"We will make it" [A Sleepy bois inc fanfic]

Chapter Three: Uno

word count 1k+ and I only got 13 percent left on my phone ncvduelwjr-

◇Techno POV◇

Another sunny day, parents are out for lunch, children playing outside once again. Its like this everyday, nothing out of ordinary.

except..

Phil's winning. 

he really did practice, I thought he was merely joking on saying he could beat us, guess not..

...

look at that sly motherfucker with his two cards, just leaning on the couch waiting for his turn.

...

Tommy placed a blue five, no reaction

...

Tubbo placed a yellow five, slight reaction, an eyebrow raise, shocked? surprised? which is it?

Wilbur placed a yellow two, Another reaction, another reaction! a slight smile. He has yellow cards.

I look at my hand of cards. Five cards containing a blue six, a red plus two, a red reverse, yellow reverse, and a green ni-

yellow reverse...

perfect.

I look at Phil and giggle, his eyes covered with fear. the pressure in the room was so thick, the sound from outside getting quieter, and the light dimmed. I take the card out of my hand and place it on the messy pile of cards and turning to wilbur.

"play Wilbur"

Taking out a card from his hand, the card being a yellow eight. and placing ontop.

Continuing the cycle backwards, Tubbo places a yellow one followed by Tommy and his plus four

"FUCKING HELL"

the four of us burst into laughter as phil picks up his cards, adding to his hand.

"your reactions to yellow cards are too obvious"

"why do you take this card game so seriously??" phil whined

I chuckled as I shrugged.

"i choose red by the way" tommy said still laughing "sorry not sorry big P" Phil huffed in response.

I place my red reverse to let phil play, an 'act of forgiveness' as you could say.

◇Third person POV◇

"than-"

Phil's voice trailed out as another voice filled it.

as multiple voices filled it.

they filled it out so loudly.

The sky dimmed out even further, not looking like the sunny day it once was.

The shrieking sounds of multiple people could be heard outside, the five boys covering their ears in pain. Looking out the window, to see the kids who played outside everyday scream in fear.. or pain, pain so bad they fell on the floor and curled up on their sides.

The sky gets brighter. So bright.

They looked away from the window as the light got brighter and brighter. The sound being unbearable, pressing their hands on their ears harder in a hope to block it out

The windows shatter, a blast of heavy wind entering blowing the cards away in its arms. The vase falling and breaking on the floor and the flowers and water spill on the carpeted floor.