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Techno knew he shouldn’t have said some of the things in his argument with Tommy hours prior. Tommy shouldn’t have said some things, either.
Techno also regretted kicking Tommy out. He knew that likely brought some bad memories for the younger, not to mention it was just a dick move overall. He’d begun getting worried, however.
There was no trace of Tommy. Techno had been waiting out on the porch for his younger brother to come back apologizing, but it never happened. Techno felt panic seep into his stomach.
Techno heard a door shut, he knew Tommy must have left. Where was he? Why were there no footprints in the snow? Techno called Phil on his comm.
“I can’t leave the house, but if it’s an emergency, maybe I could ask Fundy if him, Tubbo, Ranboo, Quackity, and I could all go?” Phil asked. He sounded extremely concerned,
“That’ll work. As much as I don’t want to deal with them, we need to find Tommy. Last time I checked, he wasn’t wearing any armour. He took it off after we argued.” Techno spoke.
Some time had passed since Phil and Techno’s conversation. Tubbo had agreed to let Phil help look for Tommy, and agreed to help, himself, too. They were searching around the area.
They searched for a few hours. Dream had joined the search, before Fundy asked a question.
“What if- What if he’s not even out here? What if he never left?” Fundy spoke, shrugging.
“But I heard the door shut- That wouldn’t add up.” Techno argued monotonously.
“It wouldn’t hurt to check the base..” Phil added. He trusted Tommy could last at least a bit out here, so even if he wasn’t in the house, it would be fine, right?
Techno sighed, but led the group down to his house. He opened the door for them.
“Phil, Tubbo, Fundy, you three check upstairs. The rest of us will check Tommy’s room and my basement.” Techno spoke, not waiting for a response before he left down the stairs.
Before Techno had even walked into Tommy’s room, he got an uneasy feeling. He paused for a second, before finally pulling out his pickaxe to get to Tommy’s room.
“You okay?” Dream asked. Techno could tell he felt the same feeling. They exchanged a glance, before dropping into Tommy’s room. Quackity looked at the two, but remained quiet. Ranboo spoke up.
“So- This is his room?” He sounded uneasy. It was no wonder, looking at the scribbles on the wall. Most were unreadable. Similar to the ones Wilbur had on the wall where the button was.
“This wasn’t- This wasn’t here a couple weeks ago. That was the last time I’ve been in his room.” Techno’s monotone voice rung around the room. Techno opened the first door. It was the only one that was closed.
Techno swallowed, a sick feeling creeping into his stomach. There was another room in the wall, although it wasn’t covered. It had a torch lit on the wall.
Beneath the torch laid his little brother. Tommy was slumped against the wall. Blood surrounded him, and scribbles in red liquid were on the wall behind him.
“Ran— Ranboo, go get Phil and Tubbo out of here. Techno, you might want to leave t-“ Dream was speaking, but was cut off.
“I’m not leaving.” Techno’s voice was cold and stern. His emotions were unreadable under his mask.
“That’s fine. Ranboo, just don’t let Tubbo or Phil down here. They don’t need to see this.” Dream finished.
“I’ll do that.” Ranboo looked like he was going to be sick. To be fair, this was a gruesome scene.
“Quackity, you might want to leave, too. Techno and I are going to move the body outside.” Dream’s voice didn’t waver. His emotions, just like Techno’s, were hidden beneath his mask.
Quackity was pale. He left without a word, Ranboo following behind.
Not long after, Phil ran in, Ranboo shouting behind him.
“I’m not leaving without knowing what’s wrong with my fucking son!” Phil shouted to Ranboo, before catching sight of the sickening view.
It was twisted, really. This was so cruel. Phil had killed one of his sons, and now the other lays dead beneath his now only alive son’s house. Phil dropped to his knees next to Tommy.
“Tommy- My son- Please don’t do this I can’t-“ Tears were streaming down Phil’s face.
“Tubbo is with Quackity. I told Quackity not to tell him what happened.” Ranboo spoke. His head was down, as though trying to avoid the sight of the father cradling his youngest son’s body.
Dream just nodded his head.
“I’ll wait outside for you two to come out.” Dream grabbed Ranboo and got him out.
Once the room was quiet, Phil spoke.
“I didn’t- I didn’t know he’d gotten this bad. I thought he was okay, I didn’t think he’d ever-“ Techno cut him off.
“I didn’t notice, either. Don’t blame yourself..”
Far from Techno’s house, Dream shivered to himself. He’d walked away from the group, told them he was just going to walk around. He thought of the writing on the wall, written in a 16 year old’s blood.
Some of the words were indistinguishable, but he assumed for some.
Dᵣₑₐₘ ᵢₛ ₘY ₒₙₗY FᵣᵢₑₙD
ₛₕᵤₜ ᵤₚ
ₙₒBₒDY Cₐᵣₑₛ
ₚₗₑₐₛₑ ₗₒᵥₑ ₘₑ
ᵢ Wₐₙₜ ₜₒ ₛₗₑₑₚ
ₙₒBₒDY Cₐᵣₑₛ
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