OUIJA !

Who's Gonna Explain This To Phil?

Tommy grins.

He doesn't touch the planchette for a minute, which shocks Wilbur.

"Maybe your little 'ghost' isn't friendly after all, Wil." The pinkette shrugs.

Tommy sighs.

He moves the planchette towards 'NO' .

Wilbur freezes.

"Maybe this wasn't a good idea."

"Wilbur, it obviously wasn't. This is all fake."

"Techno, it isn't fake !" Wilbur scolds.

Techno? So that must be his name.

Wilbur sighs, "How old are you?"

Tommy moves the planchette towards numbers;

1-6-0-0.

A small 'huh' escapes Wilbur's mouth.

This is getting boring, Tommy thinks.

He may as well begin to scare them.

He looks around the room once more.

There's barely anything he could use.

He sighs.

Then, an idea.

Tommy walks behind Techno, pinching his back.

The pinkette flinches; "Wilbur, don't pinch me." He spits.

Wilbur turns his head towards Techno.

"I didn't pinch you." He blinks.

The pinkette raises a brow.

"Now isn't the time to be funny. That was immature." He sighs, flicking Wilbur's forehead.

"Hey! I didn't do that, my left hand is are on the planchette. You're also on my left, it's impossible"

Techno hums.

"Besides, you can't take your hands off unless you and the spirit say goodbye. There are a few more rules after that."

The pinkette nods, obviously uncaring.

Wilbur then looks towards his watch.

Tommy read '1:26 AM'.

Had time really passed so quick? He sighs.

"So, Tommy, do you have a second name?"

He hums, then moves the planchette.

'INNES.'

"Tommy Innes... It fits." He shrugs.

"Wilbur, if this... Thing, or whatever you put up is 'so real', then ask him when Phil will come back."

Wilbur hums, "Do you know when Phil will come back?"

Phil? Tommy cocks his head in confusion.

Who is Phil?

He moves the planchette towards the letters 'W-H-O' .

"Oh, Phil is that short man in green that lives here with us. Blonde hair? Blue eyes?"

Oh, the human that had a resemblance with him. He sighs.

'7 AM.'

Wilbur looks towards Techno.

"Guess we'll find out in 6 hours."

"Ew, math." Techno responds.

"What? It's just simple math. Even a four-year-old could estimate!"

Techno blinks at the brunette next to him.

"Right, maybe not a four-year-old. But still!" Wilbur points a finger at him.

There is a slight rumbling in the ground.

"Wilbur," Techno starts, looking away from the shaking board and towards the idiot on his right, "Which hand did you point at me?"

Wilbur raises a brow, his eyes then widening in realisation.

"My left one."

Techno facepalms, moving his hand away too.

There was no point keeping his hand there if Wilbur didn't.

"The board is splitting in half," Wilbur remarks, standing and walking away.

Technoblade soon joins him.

They both edge further from the board the more the cracks in it grow, and suddenly, it is completely split into two.

There is a small beam of light, and then a figure is revealed on all fours, shaking.

He is blonde, with large white horns protruding from his forehead, his golden locks falling in front of his eyes.

He has some sort of bushy white tail behind him, completely opposed to the stereotyped 'red horns' and red-spade tail.

The inhumane features were freckled with gold and reds, as though glowing.

Suddenly, he shoots his head up.

He has small illuminated red dots above each cheek, streaks of white present, running from eye to ear.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?" He screeches, shoulders tensing.

"Yep, nope, bye, we're out of here." Wilbur cuts off, dragging Technoblade out of the attic and locking it.

"Did we just summon a demon?" Technoblade asks, blinking absent-mindedly.

A small 'yeah' escapes Wilbur's mouth.

"Yeah. I think we did."

There is silence between the two as they stare at the attic entrance, as though listening to any movement.

"Who's gonna explain this one to Phil?"