When Techno opened his eyes, he couldn't breathe. He tried to breathe in and out but air wouldn't enter his lungs. There was smoke everywhere and the acrid smell of ash filled his lungs. Starved for air, his heart raced at tremendous speeds, and his lungs shallowly rose and fell in time. Techno was sitting on his bed, confused and at a loss for words. For what felt like an eternity but was actually only seconds. Techno was confused, he was woken up to this while he was peacefully sleeping a few moments ago.
Smoke filled his vision and his eyes started to water. Realizing the situation he was in, He quickly assessed the situation. His blood pounded in his ears and his heart thudded in his chest as he started to scramble towards the door. Gasping for air, he tried to open the door, pushing his weight against it. The door handle felt hotter as the room continued to fill with fumes.
The door was stuck again, he knew he should have changed it earlier. It had been stuck for quite some time now. The last time it got stuck, He had to slam the door multiple times. With the door jammed, he continued to try barreling into the door but it refused to budge. Tired, he leaned against the wooden door, using his remaining strength to bang against the door, hoping that it would miraculously open, freeing him from this suffocating hell hole.
His eye vision was blurring and he struggled to breathe, his throat felt like it was clogging up. He could feel the splinters against his skin from the door as it started to bleed. Glancing up on the ceiling, he spotted a faint flash of red and blue lights. Perking his ears, he could hear the soft wails of sirens. Techno reached for another gulp of air, struggling to stay awake as his head swayed, dizzy and nauseous before everything faded to black.
"Techno?" came a voice and he flinched, realizing where he was now. He hated remembering his death, it wasn't the nicest experience. It made him feel weak and vulnerable, his death was stupid anyway, suffocating? Phil had it much worse and he didn't see him talking about it. Sleeping didn't help much either, it just replayed the scene like some kind of film.
After Wilbur decided to drag him up to the attic to watch the two boys, Techno could only lean against the wall in the corner and watch them. They started to act like fools of course. Techno didn't mind as long as the y did not touch anything of his.
" Yeah, dad?" He said heading towards the living room where the two boys slept.
The late afternoon sunlight flickered through the room, highlighting the small specks of dust dancing in its path and falling across the two figures flopped on couch and floor, snoring gently. Wilbur knows he doesn't have to worry much about making noise, they were knocked out. He's barely visible, it was none of his concern but he finds himself moving as carefully as possible as he drapes blankets over Tommy and Tubbo each. Tubbo, on the floor with face buried in a pillow, and Tommy on the couch, snoring away.
They were normally so loud and energetic when they were awake. It was odd to see them resting and asleep. He can't quite fight back a smile as he settles a blanket over Tommy, unaware that he's being watched himself.
"Will" turning towards the voice, he spotted Techno standing at the doorway. His hair was in a mess, it was going to take quite some time for him to comb them all. Maybe he should start braiding it before he slept. Techno gave him a small smile, "Do you want to fence with me?"
Fiddling with the cuff of his sweater. A piece of Tubbo's hair has fallen down across his eyes, and as Wilbur leaned in to smooth it back like Phil so often did for him. "Maybe not now, i'll fence with you later..." Techno in response, gave him a small nod before moving out of his line of vision. He must have had a nightmare again, Wilbur thought. Fencing was like a way of relaxing for him but Wilbur geniuely thought that he needed some space. Once he was much calmer he'ld go fence with him.
Sitting back down leaning against the wall, he watched the dust dance in the light, listening to the creaking of the house and the gentle rasp of sleeping breaths, as he chose what he would do next.
I hope this chapter was okay sorry if it was short
Also I'm thinking whether to just make this book wholesome or go along with the mystery plot i originally planned.
What do you guys think?
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Fiksi Penggemar[DISCONTINUED] : : This book was highly inspired by @wolfythewitch on Twitter also known as The Channel Without a Name on YouTube. The cover art is NOT mine. It is drawn by @panberries on Twitter. Summer break is here and both Tubbo and Tommy are mo...
