Separation || A Different Twist On Exile

-chapter fourteen-

"Fundy, your saying you couldn't find anything he had that would lead us to him?"

"Nope, nothing. He wouldn't speak to me."

"Dammit. If we can't get anything out of him, we'll never find Techno."

Quackity was pissed, Fundy was hungover, Ranboo was shaking out of nervousness, and Tubbo would be the only one in the meeting that any sense.

"Guys, it's alright. Well find him somehow. We can..I don't know, what if we go just try to talk to him?" Tubbo tried to reason, avoiding anything harmful at all costs. Ranboo backed him up on this, nodding like it was a good idea.

"You think that's gonna work? We are going to kill his son! He's not just going to tell us where he lives. We need to get it out of him somehow." Quackity leaned back in his chair, putting his hands up to cover his face and stiffly a stressed sigh.

"We could always hurt 'em." Fundy muttered under his breath, barely heard by the three around him.

"Isn't- isn't that your grandpa? We aren't gonna- no, no violence. Sides, we know Phil. He wouldn't give up." Tubbo denied the two, taking a deep breath to calm himself.

"It's worth a shot." Ranboo mumbled.

Tubbo nudged him in the side, earning a short "what?" from the confused boy. This brought Quackity a smile.

"Then let's do it. Play it out like we are looking for stuff, then if he isn't gonna comply we'll try something different. Come on, boys."

Quackity put his hand in the middle of the table, waiting for the others. Fundy put his in immediately after, but Ranboo was hesitant.

Tubbo didn't put his hand in.

"Guys, really. If we hurt him Techno is gonna be after us." Tubbo tried to reason with them, being rational with the group.

"Come on, Tubbo. It's the four of us against him. We can use Phil if we need. On three?"

Tubbo sighed, putting his hand in. Ranboo followed his gesture right after.

"One, two, three, butchers!"

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Phil sighed as he saw the people crowding around his house. He could hear talking, not able to make it out. The incoherent voices stopped as someone opened the door.

Fundy.

Again.

Maybe this time he would take off the handcuffs.

"Philza! My man." Quackity pushed I from behind. Phil's hopes dropped at that moment, knowing it was Quackity, there would be no escape for him. Just more begs for Techno's location.

"Mate, I've told you a million times, you aren't getting anything from me. Go ahead and search." He told them, leaning back against the wall.

The two others piled in after, shuffling to get a look at the man.

"Ranboo, just do your thing while we search. Use those social skills of yours."

"Social- what?" Ranboo was left for Phil with no questions to be asked. The other three looked around the small room, under the bed, opening chests, looking behind the bookshelf, while Ranboo stood awkwardly.

"Uh..Philza?"

"Yes, mate?" Phil sighed again, closing his eyes as he rested back. Ranboo fidgeted with his fingers, nervously coming up with the right way to say this.

"Could you..just tell us where Techno is? I don't want more people getting hurt than we need." He tried to explain, taking a step towards the man. Philza squinted his eyes open at him, looking unaprovingly.