|Silent whispers| SleepyBoisInc. Ghost Au

- Chapter 6 -

Tommy was awakened by the soft sounds of strumming the same as the one he heard the first day they got here. There was the soft singing that followed it as he tossed and turned on the couch. He could hear the faint voice as it sang a tune. Opening his eyes for a moment, He could see a blurred figure of a man playing the guitar. Must be wilbur he thought, who else would be playing a guitar at this ungodly hour. Grumbling, he shifted his position stretching his muscles.

The light momentarily blinded his eyes and when he opened them again Wilbur was gone. All was left was the guitar that laid on the ground. He must have gone to annoy someone else. Rubbing his eyes, Tommy glanced at the alarm clock from the corner of his eyes.

4:32 am

That was early, maybe he should give Wilbur a piece of his mind for waking him up. Yeah, he should do that. He could yell for him, but then he might wake Tubbo up.

Conveniently, Wilbur floated through the wall just as he got out of the pile of pillows on the couch. Shooting him with what he felt like was a annoyed glare, he opened his mouth to speak.

'' Wilby...I..'' Tommy said before stopping himself. Wilbur looked at him surprised, his eyes lit up and was much more lively compared to how it looked a few minutes ago. His mouth cracked into a grin that spread across his face '' Did you just call me Wilby?''

"No! I didn't so don't get me started..." Tommy said, starting to stutter. His face was as red as a tomato, eyes darting around hoping that no one else heard that.

''Awwww, Tommy, you can call me Wilby'' He said smiling while floating in circles. Tommy who was still in trying to brush it off but it was clear that Wilbur was not going to let it drop anytime soon.

They bickering pair were interrupted by a groan from the boy on the floor. ''It's morning already?'' There sat Tubbo, whose hair was tangled,with some loose hair strands in his face as he rubbed his eyes. The two snapped back to their little argument before Wilbur peaced out, giving up with having a conversation with Tommy, sinking into the floorboards. But not before giving him a small smirk.

Tubbo, deciding that he should go have some fresh air, opened the windows. As he proceeded to look outside for a whiff of fresh air and maybe peek out for anything new. Tubbo, for the first time since he got here, noticed the pile of blue flowers outside the front porch. Some of them were already wilting, Tubbo assumed that it had been here for quite some time. Funny how he didn't spot those earlier.

Turning back from the window, he collided into Tommy who was grinning. Panting slightly, Tubbo was about to ask what happened when, noticed the metal sword that was held in Tommy 's right hand.

''Tommmmy...'' Tommy came face to face with an angry Technoblade." Give that back" Tommy in response only stuck his tongue out childishly. ''Sorrynotsorry,gottago'' Tommy yelled before rushing up the stairs.

''He's a handful isn't he.'' Tubbo turned to see Phil who was in a green T-Shirt and a black jacket smiling fondly. Sipping his hot cup of coffee, he let out a small sigh as he continued to watch Tommy go about with his antics.

Tommy was now swinging the sword roughly like it was some kind of glowstick with Techno sighing. ''That isn't even a move Tommy!'' His voice raised a little higher at the last word with a tired look on his face.

''Well, now it is dickhead!'' He retort back, swinging it at Techno as he blocked every attack with ease. Techno rolled His eyes as he continued to block Tommy's futile attempts, he was almost bored but he had to admit, fighting someone without a specific style was quite interesting. His opponents usually had a specific way they fought or a plan they had in mind.

Wilbur was more rhythmic with his attacks which made him repeat his offensive attacks most of the time which gave him a chance of guessing his next move. Meanwhile, Phil was much more chaotic, there were days when he was organised and there would be days where he had new and improved fighting styles that even Techno needed time to observe. He couldn't anticipate all of his moves but he still won though. However, with Tommy's lack of experience, he was random and almost unpredictable. And to top it off, he was loud. Maybe it would have helped If he would to stop yelling at the top of his lungs all the time.

''i ought to stop him'' Phil said finally before putting down his mug onto the kitchen counter. Walking towards the boys, crossing his arms. Tommy who reluctantly returned the sword huffed off, making sure to 'acidentally' stomp on a barely tangible ghost's foot.

That's when Tubbo noticed a man in a grey shirt and jeans standing outside of the front porch with a bouquet of blue  flowers in his hands from the kitchen's glass paned window.

Here we go, a another chapter. A little short tho.

I hope you liked it :)