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To be fair to them, they’d left Tommy unattended loads of times and he’d been perfectly fine. Perhaps they should’ve “talked things out like big kids” or “paid attention to their surroundings” but seriously, they were a bit preoccupied. What’s done is done anyway.
It started like most of their fights started, small annoyances and petty feelings. Normal sibling things that led to something bigger. It’s probably been happening more than it should’ve recently but that’s beyond the point. Wilbur, Technoblade and Tommy were home alone. Phil was hunting or something that none of the brothers paid enough attention to remember. Wilbur, in regular Wilbur fashion, was playing his guitar on the couch.
To be honest, Techno's not sure what really set him off. Maybe it was the voices being extra annoying today, maybe it was because he misplaced the book he was really enjoying, maybe it was Phil making him stay home with his brothers. It was probably a little bit of everything, but either way that guitar was really getting on his nerves.
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LOUD
i like his guitar
blood for the blood god
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SHHHHHH
“Can you stop that?” Wilbur paused for a second before looking up at him with an annoyed expression. “What? This?” He strummed the guitar much louder than anyone should with a smug look.
Techno hissed “Yes. That.”
“And why should I listen to you Technobladeeeee?” He drew out the last part in a way that made Techno want to punch him.
“Because it’s annoyin’, plus you’re not even good. It sounds like you’re stranglin’ a cat.”
Wilbur scoffed “Well at least I actually do things Mr. I Read Books and stab things!”
“GOD! YOU’RE SO FUCKIN’ ANNOYING! I wish I wasn’t stuck being your ‘twin’!” Techno doesn’t know where the anger came from. All he knew is that he was now yelling and was absolutely pissed.
“OH YEAH? WELL AT LEAST I’M NOT A STUPID LITTLE PISSY BABY!” Wilbur yelled back now on his feet, guitar forgotten on the couch.
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They continued trading venom and didn’t even hear when a window squeaked open, or the quiet sound of someone dropping to their feet, the quiet patter of small shoes against the ground.
“YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOU! I’M ALLOWED TO DO WHAT I WANT!” Wilbur then grabbed his guitar and stomped upstairs. He waited a couple seconds until he heard a door slam, leaving Technoblade alone only with his thoughts to keep him company in the oppressive silence. He slumped on the floor beside the couch with a sigh.
Blood for the blood god
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bad bro techno
Techno not pog
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blood for the blood god
KILL HIM
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pissbabyblade
“Shut up chat. You guys were the ones freakin’ out in the first place.” Chat quieted down to a more manageable level, whispering violence and remorse. Some of the whispers were about Tommy which reminded him that he indeed had two brothers. ‘Well shit.’ He thought.
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After giving himself a couple more minutes to calm down he pulled himself up off the couch and slowly walked to Tommy’s room. The Sun was setting now. ‘Phil should be home soon enough then’ He noted.
He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. He waited for 30 seconds before calling out. “Tommy” No response. “Tommy? Listen, I’m sorry about the yelling. Wilbur and I aren’t gonna say mad at eachother…” He paused, listening for any sound of movement inside his room. “Theseus?” Literally nothing. By now Wilbur had poked his head out of his door to see what was happening. “What, did you yell at him too?” He asked with a petty anger in his voice. Techno didn’t grace him with a response and pushed Tommy’s door open.
The room was normal save for Tommy's shoes being missing and the window being open. And oh of course, Tommy not fucking being there.
“Ah. Fuck”