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

Chapter six- Anxiety of death, leaving, and mystery.

BRO WHEN I TELL YOU WATTPAD HATES ME. I HAD TO UNPUBLISH AND PUBLISH THIS BOOK SO I COULD EDIT THE CHAPTERS UGHHHHH

anyways up there are some designs i drew because i was bored, the colours of their clothes? dunno your guess is as good as mine (also messed up tommys face 😔)

(also kind of a filler idk really-)
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It's the day, the day they'll venture out of the safety of their home.

Techno stares out the clouded, empty and silent streets through the gap between the blankets that hang over the windows, his cheek resting on his hand, sitting all alone in his room on his old chair that he used for years to play on his computer. The room pin drop silent, you could his heart thumping as his anxiety flows through his frail body.

'What is one of us dies' speaks a voice, the voice being deep and raspy.

'What if all the food is gone by the time you get there' says the voice once again.

'What if theres something more dangerous then a measly zombie' says the voice, Techno's throat tightens as the anxiety gets a hold of him like water suffocating him, being too deep to swim up and get more air.

His eyes still focused on the streets infront of him but not paying attention.

'What if there's other survivors out there?' says another voice, this time the voice being sweet, friendly and welcoming.

'What if they're just camping in their houses like we are?' says the voice once again. It sounded like he was getting pulled out of the deep dark water, getting a glimpse of shimmering light. A chance to breathe.

'but what if we where just lucky' says the deep voice, dragging him down further once again. The voice being more dominating then it was before 'what if everyone died and you were just lucky'

"Hey Techno?" Techno hearing his name being spoke. The water draining away as he appears back into the creaky old office chair. his head falling off his resting hand and he turns to face his brother, Wilbur.

"yeah?" He responded.

"Phil says we have to go out now or we wont be back by sunrise." the brunette says, a gentle yet mischievous smile forms on his face.

"Is everyone ready?" Techno questions, standing up and walking towards his bedside drawer, where a kitchen knife lays, untouched and ready to be used for whatever happens outside

"Yeah I think so, Tommy's got a knife, Phil has a bat, and tubbo took that pole in the basement" Wilbur assures, leaning in the doorframe, watching Techno fidget with his weapon.

"And what are you using?" He puts his knife back and grabs his dull red jacket, one side littered with badges, patches and pins, fluffy fur resting on the hood. He puts it on, leaving it unzipped.

"A hammer. From dads toolbox, I would rather have a gun you know!" Wilbur then proceeds to make finger guns "so I can just go 'phew! phew phew! and then be the mvp of this team!" the two giggle at Wilburs dumb antics.

"Maybe we can find a gun, who knows" Techno gives Wilbur a smile.

=====Downstairs=====

Tommy, Tubbo and Phil are in the living room, waiting for the other other two. Tubbo playing with his new slender weapon in the middle of the living room, spinning and twirling about. Phil playing with the rubix cube, previously sat on the shelf. Tommy was listening to the newest log that Wilbur made, log 4.

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Log 4
"Alright so, we made a discovery ages ago, The internet, I know I know amazing right! The thing is we still have electricity and a stable water supply, which is odd, yea. but the internet is acting really weird. Like we can text each other without a problem, but Tubbo tried to reach out to Fundy the other day:"

"It didnt work you see, nothing went, texts, calls, even our tweets dont send. We cant upload anything to youtube. We're going to try streaming on Techno's account to see if it works. If it doesnt we can try twitch. But we're going to have to go out today so those tests will have to be done after we come back"

"Lets hope we survive this.."

"Wilbur soot has logged off"

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The blond chuckles at the pun as he unplugs his headphones and set it on the coffee table, Tubbo was now sitting on one of the two armchairs his pole resting on the floor, playing with his phone aimlessly. He looked over to Phil, who was struggling with his rubix cude and set it down, then looking at the stairs, seeing Techno and Wil come down from the stairs.

"Hey" Tommy says.

"Hallo" his older brother responds. turning his attention away from the knife he was fidgeting with.

"What took you so long big T?"

Techno shrugged his shoulders and hummed, walking towards the front door. Tommy following him, leaving Phil, Wilbur and Tubbo to chat in the living room.

"its just one of those things where you just faze out of existence for a while with no concept of time" He assures.

"Do you think it'll be okay out there?"

"Your guess is as good as mine Tommy." He says, kneeling down to the bags slumped against the door. They were filled with the left over food they have with an extra pair of clothes if they could not get back home. In Wilbur and Phil's bags there was an additional med kit crammed in.

Techno picked his bag swinging it over his shoulder.

"Besides, we never know if we are pros at survivin'." Techno smiles. A rare occasion really, but hey. Its the apocalypse.