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It was a slightly cold autumn day, the sun getting ready to set as the sky changed for a bright blue to a warm orange. A moving truck pulled up to a small house in the middle of the road, a small silver car coming up behind it. The house looked pretty simple like all the houses on the block. The wall was a light chocolate brown with some grey rock pillars framing the doorway and some of the windows. The backyard looked pretty big from the front of the house and the front yard was pretty big itself, a huge tree sitting in the front of the house. It was two stories and actually looks like a well built home.
The first to set out of the silver car was a tall man about the age of 21. His hands and eyes hurt from driving the car so much so as soon as he got out he cracked his knuckles and rotated his neck, rubbing his eyes while he was at it. He had long dyed pink hair that was tied in a braid and reached the middle of his back that was held together by a golden colored rubber band. He wore a simple white shirt buttoned up and tucked into his black pants. He wore nice brown boots that matched the crown belt around his waist. He let himself stretch as he shook his head, tired from driving a long way with no bathroom breaks.
In the car's passenger seat another tall male stepped out, almost bumping his head on the frame of the car because he was so tired. He looked to be about 19 years old with his fluffy brown hair that almost covered his black glasses. He wore a turtleneck black shirt under a long brown jacket that had black patched on the elbows. He had on brown pants with a black belt and long brown boots that covered most of his shins and almost to his knees. His hands were covered with black finger less gloves that the teen wore even when it wasn’t cold outside. He ran his gloved hand through his hair then walked over to the moving truck as the helpers opened the huge hatch.
The last one to hop out of the car was the youngest out of the few. He was about 16 years old but was actually pretty tall for his age, seeming to be just as old as his brothers. He wore a white shirt with a red collar and sleeves with simple blue jeans and black converse. His braces shined whenever he talked or smiled and his bright blue eyes had chaos swirling inside of them. Around his neck was a black bandanna that he always kept with him. He fixed his messy blonde hair since he slept most of the way to the new house and scratched the back of his neck once out of the car.
“Tommy can you help me out here? I need you to bring a few things inside for me while Techno fills out paperwork and stuff like that,” The brunette called for the blonde and the teen was quick to run over to his older brother.
Wilbur looked at Tommy before reaching down from inside of the moving truck and carefully handing the boy the box. He knew it probably wasn't the best idea to leave Tommy with this stuff but he was the only one who was available to help at the moment. On the box in bold letters was ‘Techno’ and underneath was ‘DO NOT OPEN’. Tommy just rolled his eyes because of his brother’s strict opinion on privacy and other aspects of his life. But even though Tommy was chaotic he respected his brother’s privacy and wished to stay out of their personal belongings. Tommy noticed how heavy the box was, possible metal things being inside of the box, but that was expected for something that belonged to Techno… It was Techno.
“Where the fuck am I supposed to put this? I swear it weighs more than our stuff combined, Wilbur!” Tommy complained and Wilbur just nodded towards the door before disappearing back into the truck to grab another box without another word. The blonde just sighed, adjusting the box in his hands, before walking over to the front door of the new house which was left open.
Inside were furniture covered in sheets and it looked pretty dead inside of the house. The new house was much bigger than the brother’s last house that they shared. They had sent a different moving truck so a lot of the big items were already inside of the house… Tommy almost forgot as he was ready to see a huge open space with nothing around. Tommy walked around for a bit, dragging his fingers on the covered furniture and then walked towards the window. THe feeling of living in a new house was weird… But it felt like a good kind of weird.
Everything from their old house was sitting there in their new house, places where Techno has assigned everything to go with the help of the two brothers. But they looked nothing like Tommy remembered. But Tommy recognized that all of this stuff was blonde to the three and he just had to get used to them in this new setting. He just set Wilbur’s box down next to one of the couches before heading back out. He was worried that his brothers thought he was really long.
“Tommy! Hey! Tommy! You can start unloading the stuff from the car! The car is already open so you should just be able to get in! Be careful of Wilbur’s guitar or he might actually kill you this time if you drop it,” Tommy heard Techno’s voice call from the other side of the truck. So Tommy went towards the car and pulled the door open with little trouble.
He was quick to grab the one suitcase that Wilbur left in the car and his hard guitar case that held the instrument inside. He then grabbed Techno’s small duffle bag and some other loose bags filled with random stuff. He threw on his own backpack and slowly walked everything into the house. He was careful to put Wilbur’s guitar standing up against the couch, still in the case. He then ran out of the house and helped with the other boxes. It took hours to unload everything even if they had already sent a moving truck over for the bigger items. After a while of moving from the truck to the house the house was full of boxes and the moving truck was driving away.
“You never know how many things you own until you have to actually move it all. The sun has practically set at this point,” Techno said with a sigh as he cracked his back, letting out a small hrount of pain. He looked at his two brothers and while Tommy looked like he was completely fine and still full of some energy… Wilbur looked really really tired, the eye bags looking almost a deep black underneath their eyes.
“Well it's not my fault you take a souvenir back home with you after every single trip you have. I swear…” Tommy said with a sigh and Techno just walked past him to grab a box that had just a fifth of his souvenirs hiding inside of it. “Like I said… You’ve got a lot of them! Some of them you just pick up from the side of the road Techno! You can’t just do that! We don’t know where it’s been Techno!”
“Watch me! Next time I come back from a trip I’m gonna bring a wild animal or something him in a bax and let it out in your room!” Techno yelled as he already started walking up the stairs and as soon as Tommy heard the door close, indicating that Techno had chosen a room, the blonde turned to his other older brother.
“What about you? You gonna head to bed too? There are a lot of rooms upstairs, Techno showed me what the house looked like a few days ago. They’re all pretty much the same size so it doesn’t matter which one we take,” Tommy mentioned and Wilbur just shrugged. The brunette walked over to where Tommy had laid his guitar on the couch before sitting down on it. He didn’t even pull off the white cloth on top of the couch.
“I was thinking about playing for a little bit then going to bed. We already ate so it’s just the matter of waiting the day out I guess. Why don’t you go unpack Tommy? I’ll unpack tomorrow or when I’m done playing for a bit. Whichever comes first I guess. I’ve got to get a new song out anyways,” Wilbur said and Tommy nodded, grabbing a box and getting one more glance at his brother before walking upstairs.
Everytime Tommy walked back and forth from the living room to his new room upstairs he would see Wilbur strumming chords on his guitar or scrolling through his phone, his instrument sitting on his lap. He would even sing a few of his older songs while he came up with ideas for new ones. He also noticed Techno was also walking up and down the stairs grabbing one or two boxes at a time. Tommy was surprised that he was able to lift all of those boxes considering Tommy struggled to lift just one of them. But Tommy just shrugged, not even offering to help because he knew his older brother could handle it.
After Tommy finished moving everything he flopped down onto his new bed, arms folded underneath his head. When he looked up at the ceiling he noticed he hadn’t put up his glow in the dark stars yet… He’ll have to ask Wilbur or Techno for help tomorrow. Soon Tommy heard the door next to him shut and lock. Tommy knew it was Wilbur because Techno was probably passed out in his room already unpacked.
Tommy slowly drifted to sleep but not before hearing something strange echo through the hallway. He ignored it at first thinking it was Wilbur playing again… But then he remembered Wilbur had gone to bed a few hours ago… Did he get up? No way- The blonde shot up, thinking that one of his brother’s was still awake. Had they forgotten to shut the door? Tommy hopped out of bed, realizing he was still in the same clothes he wore on the way to their new house. He walked down to the stair and slowly walked down them, not making a sound.
When he peeked out from the top of the staircase into the living room there sat Wilbur’s guitar… Music was filling the almost empty living room. But there was no Wilbur. The guitar was playing it’s own tune, the strings moving on their own creating the sound. He could clearly see the strings shaking as they created sound only to stop and play another chord. The song sounded happy and light hearted. Tommy thought he even knew the song at first.
But he was more terrified than anything… Tommy shook his head and rubbed his eyes. He tried to do anything that would make this seem like a dream. He had dreams like this before- Where he thought things could move on their own and where he thought he saw people where they really weren’t. It was just how things worked for Tommy. He looked back at the guitar after shaking his head and rubbing his ears and noticed that the song was gone.
“I- I must just be tired… Yeah that’s it. I’ll talk to Wilbur about it tomorrow. Or maybe Techno knows something about this shit that I don’t,” Tommy said with a big yawn as he walked back up the stairs finally noticing how late in the night it was. He took one last look at the now still guitar before walking back to his room.
Not noticing the bright blue eyes staring at him as he walks away…