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Today was supposed to be a normal day, he had woken his boys up and driven his youngest to school after eating breakfast as a family. The house was silent, his two twin boys silently doing god knows what in their rooms upstairs when the peace was interrupted by the obnoxious ringing of the phone.
Phil groaned as he reached over the counter from where he had been filing paperwork and grabbed the phone, swiping to pick up the call and pressing the cool screen to his ear.
“This is Philza Micrafe how may i help you?” He began formally.
“ Sir, is Tommy Micrafe with you?” Began a voice on the other end which he quickly recognized as Tommy’s principle.
Phil hummed, confused as worry started to settle into his bones out of seemingly nowhere. “No he isn’t, why? Isn’t he supposed to be in class right now?” He asked, tilting his head to the side a little despite the woman not being able to see it.
He heard a worried sigh on the other end which sharpened the anxiety warring in his gut. “ Sir, we can’t find Tommy anywhere. We’ve asked one of his friends we’ve seen him playing with and he stated that a ‘nice man who knew you took him home’.”
A shocked gasp escaped Phil “Wh-what do you mean, I never asked anyone to take him home. Are you sure he’s not just in the wrong class? What do you mean he’s gone ? ” he began, panic threatening to overwhelm his voice.
“ I'm sorry Sir, we have checked everywhere. I suggest you make a police repor-“ Phil hung up the phone just as an agonized wail escaped him. He dropped the phone onto the counter and slumped over, his papers long forgotten in the already blazing whirlwind of his thoughts.
What did she mean by gone? Someone had taken his boy, someone who was definitely not his friend. Another wail escaped his choked sobs as he buried his face in his hands, the blood roaring in his ears only interrupted by the hurried footsteps of his remaining sons barreling downstairs alerted by his wailing.
Wilbur was the one to dart to his side while Techno trailed behind him more, not being one great with emotions. “Dad, what's wrong?!” Wilbur pried, grabbing onto Phils shoulder with one hand and nudging him.
“He-he’s gone! They took him! They-they… Wilbur, they took Tommy,'' he said, voice hoarse from wailing as he lifted his head out of his hands. He forced himself to look at his two sons, who only had pure horror and confusion written all over their expressions.
“Who did, dad? Who took Tommy?” Techno broke in, his monotone voice sharper than usual. He too must be panicking.
That was what broke the dam, he lunged forwards and gripped the brunette beside him in a tight hug as he wailed out his agony, “They- we don’t know!” He choked out, gripping at his son's golden yellow sweater like he too was going to suddenly disappear.
All the brunette could do was stand there, frozen and unmoving as his father sobbed into his shoulder and clawed at his sweater. “Wh-what? When!” He tried, he needed to know more, surely he couldn’t have just disappeared.
Their father sniffled, pulling himself away from his son and looking him in the eyes with a new found look of raw grief in his eyes. “H-his school just called-“ he gestured at the phone on the counter where he had been working. “They said Tommy’s friend told them that a nice man took him, claiming I’ve sent them to take him home,” he explained, his voice edging on another heartbroken wail.
Techno budded in again, his voice cracking but harsh on Philza’s ears. “He might not be far then, maybe it was a misunderstanding and he just wandered off of the school grounds,” he tried, more trying to convince himself rather than his two other family members. “I’m going to look around, there's no time to be wasted.”
“I’m going with you.” Wilbur stated, his tone not leaving room for protest.
“ We are going with you.” Phil corrected, rubbing his eyes at the newfound hope and following his sons to the front door. He grabbed his coat and thus together they were out, set to find their missing family member.
They didn’t find him.
A few months had passed in a blur, they had searched everyday for a week, filing a police report on the first day. The second week the whole neighbourhood was looking for their beloved resident ball of chaos and giggles. Everytime something golden yellow flashed in his peripheral vision or a flash of electric blue passed, his breath would catch for a moment. Each time it'd fill his heart with hope, only for it to shatter into a million more pieces to find that it wasn’t Tommy.
On the 6th month since he went missing, on Tommy’s birthday, needless to say there were a lot of tears. There were wails and curses to the gods above for stripping away their boy.
Techno had started closing them off, isolating himself from others. He went back to practicing violin and focused on school to cope.
Wilbur had started smoking and playing guitar, but Phil couldn’t bring himself to reprimand his son's reckless behavior.
Phil himself had started burying himself in his work, if it weren’t for Puffy and Sam he would have probably forgotten he had two sons waiting for him, waiting for their father to reassure them. To tell them everything is alright, but it wasn’t.
Their family was shattered.
Little did they know somewhere far off, a boy was running oh so far away. Blood dripping and staining his small childlike hands and burrowing deep in his memories, as he ran with malice, sparking fire deep in his electric blue eyes.