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By bigbahongaloos

TW: cussing, hiding, Wilbur's goofiness

Wilbur's POV

I heard the sound of keys rattling from behind the door.

"Oh fuck." Techno said. "'Oh fuck' is right! What are we gonna do? His gonna find them! Should we let him? What the hell were we thinking bringing them here?! Like actually! Phil is gonna fucking kill us! He's-"

"Oh my god, Wilbur." Techno said. "Calm down. I'll go hide them. You distract dad."

I nodded.

"Ok."

Techno went over and said something to the things. (I'm still not too sure what they are. Aliens maybe?) They got up and Techno led them away to where I assumed to be his bedroom.

"Hey, Wil!" Phil said as he walked through the door. I whipped around quickly. "H-Hey, dad!" I smiled. "You good?" I nodded. "Me? Psh- yeah? I'm good! Why wouldn't I be good? I'm always good!" I said.

Phil gave me a weird look before sighing.

"I'll never understand you, Wil." He laughed. "Ha-! S-Same?" I said. "I...huh?" Phil asked, obviously confused by my 'statement'.

"Shoo-wee! Look at the time! Getting a little late out! I better be heading upstairs!" I said, turning on my heels and jogging up the stairs. "Goodnight, Phil!" I hollered before going into Technos room.

I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, sighing.

"So how'd it go?" Techno teasingly asked. "Why did you make me be the one to lie to Phil?! You know I can't lie! He sees right through me!" I said. Techno laughed. "Thought It'd be funny." "Yeah, and your humor is gonna get us caught." I stated. He shrugged. "Oh well."

I looked over to see the two boys laying on Technos bed. The smaller blonde one was fast asleep, and the split dyed one was struggling to keep his eyes open.

"You can go to sleep you know, if you're that tired." Techno said. The split dyed one weakly shook his head. "Why? It's been a long day for you. I bet you're exhausted!" He shook his head again. Techno sighed. "If you're worried about protecting your friend, he'll be ok. We'll watch after him."

The split dyed one tiredly nodded, and was asleep within seconds.

"They're real sweet, you know." Techno said. "Hm?" I asked. "They're sweet. They were being just the cutest little things while you were downstairs." Techno repeated. "How so?" "Just giggling with each other and looking at stuff around my room. They were so mesmerized by cape. My fucking cape. Like they'd never seen one before." Techno chuckled.

"So what do we do?" I asked. "I don't know. Keep them hid for a while until either Phil finds them, we slip up and say something, or he just gets too suspicious and directly asks us what's up." Techno replied. I nodded.

"God, Tech," I dryly chuckled, sinking down the wall. "What's have we gotten ourselves in to?"

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