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“WILBUR FUCKING WATSON!”
Wilbur gulped from his hiding place underneath the dining table.
Truthfully, this wasn’t exactly what he had expected when he stole his twin’s sword.
And his axe.
And his-
Okay, the majority of his weapons- or the ones he could find at least.
It was a prank. It was meant to be a prank. Wilbur was bored because Phil and Tommy had left and he was stuck with Technoblade, of all people! It was truly a tragedy.
Thinking about it now - as he listened for any angry footsteps coming his way, Wilbur didn’t know where Phil and Tommy had gone because he was too busy whining and moaning about being left. He had wanted to come too but apparently (Wilbur thought it was bullshit) only Phil and Tommy could go to whatever it was they were doing.
Which meant that Wilbur and Techno were left alone for 2 days. Not that they couldn’t handle themselves, they could, obviously, they turned 18 within a month, but without Phil and- actually yeah just Phil- to keep the peace, things often got out of hand. Harmless pranks, like this one, and friendly banter was often taken wayyy out of proportion.
Wilbur is dramatic and Technoblade is… well… Technoblade.
What else would you expect?
“WILBUR! Come out before I kill you!” Technoblade’s voice was close than it had been before, and louder- like really fucking loud. How he hadn’t lost his voice yet was a mystery to Wilbur.
All of a sudden, the table cloth was flipped up, Wilbur was dragged out by his collar and held up in the air.
See, Wilbur was a lot taller than Technoblade but- oh my god- his twin was so much stronger. He was big and muscular and trained all the time and therefore he had the ability to lift Wilbur up in the air like a ragdoll.
Just as he was doing now.
“Techno! Please, my beloved twin, put me down?” Wilbur begged as his brother glared daggers into his soul.
“Where did you put my weapons, you little shit!” Techno simply shook him in the air, as if his weapons would start tumbling out of pockets and onto the floor. He, of course, wouldn’t permanently hurt Wilbur, but a couple death threats and a few punches here and there wouldn’t hurt.
Plus, his dad wasn’t there to stop him.
He suddenly dropped Wilbur who groaned loudly and lay starfish-shaped on the floor.
“Oi! Answer me!” Techno kicked his brother. He deserved it.
Wilbur however, was determined and annoyingly persistent. “I don’t have themmm!”
“Quit whining. God, I ate the wrong triplet.” Techno muttered as he walked away, deciding turfing up the whole house would be easier.
Wilbur scrambled to get up and gasped, reaching out for his brother, “How dare you!”
The pink-haired twin grumbled, seeming to have given up. “I ate the wrong one, shouldn’t have spared you, dickhead.”
Wilbur clung onto Techno with his arms thrown around his neck. “Awww, you don’t mean that, my beloved twin.”
“You know, I could’ve been an only child if I ate you too.”
Wilbur ignored that comment, thank god, and Technoblade gave in, hugging Wilbur back. The two were silent for a moment before Wilbur properly processed it and burst out,
“Tommy still exists?!?”
bonus:
Phil and Tommy arrive home to find Wilbur asleep, sprawled out on top of Techo, who was slumped against the kitchen counter.
“Hey mate.” Phil tilted his head questioningly.
Techno huffed, “I pulled the ‘I should’ve eaten you instead’ card and now he won’t get off me.”
Tommy pulled a face, “What the fuck is wrong with you both?”