"Tech! Come down for dinner!" Phil calls.

He was a bit relieved, finally he could get away from that feeling. He saved and closed his project, Finally turning off his computer.

Techno began his walk down stairs, wishing that there was a hand rail. He made his way to the kitchen. There at the table was Phil and Will.

"So you decided to join us?" Wilbur joked.

They had already piled their plates with food. Did it really take him that long to turn off everything?

Technoblade rolled his eyes,"You sound like my editor..."

Wilbur laughed but didn't continue the conversation. Instead he turned back to his food.

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Wilbur and Techno left to go upstairs, leaving Phil alone in the kitchen. It was his turn to do the dishes. He'd have to remember to add a dishwasher to their to-get list.

He grabbed the dishes off of the table and scraped the access food into the trash before stacking them beside the sink. He did the same with the dishes already in the sink.

He slowly began cleaning the dishes, stacking them into the drying rack as he finished cleaning them. He began a rhythmic pace.

Clean, rinse, place, repeat.

There weren't really that many dishes, after all only three people lived in the house. He finished and went to leave the room when a suddenly chill ran up his spine.

For what ever reason, it had gotten extremely cold. He shivered, glancing around for an air vent, but there was nothing.

He shrugged it off, blaming it on the houses age.

He continued down the hall to his bedroom. He had planned on reading, but it seemed that his book was no where to be found...

Maybe Techno took it back... After all, it was one of Technos favorites. But he had read it may times before, and surly he would have told Phil he was talking it back.

"Hey Tech!" Phil yelled up the stairs.

Technos form appeared leaning over the banister,"Ye? What do you need?"

"Did you by any chance take back the book you lent me? I can't find it..." Phil trailed off.

"Why would I take it? I've read that thing like a thousand times, and I would have told you." Techno stated with a sigh.

Phil nodded," 'Kay, thanks anyway."

Techno didn't reply. Phil assumed that he had re-entered his room, and walked away.

He continued looking around for his book, but came with nothing to show for it. He grimaced and decide to worry about it later.

He walked to his bedroom and laid down, pulling out his phone. He opened Twitter and began scrolling.

Phil sighed as a message notification appeared. A parent.

Phil was an elementary school teacher, and had managed to get the child of a Karen. And she constantly complained about his teaching.

Philza grumbled and tapped on the message.

Karen: Why were you discussing pronouns in class??? They never told me that they were discussing the LGBT in class!!

Me:... It was a grammar lesson. You do realize that people from the LGBT community are not the only ones that use pronouns, right?

Karen: No! Your teaching our children to sin!!! I'm taking my child out of your class.

Me: Okay. We'll talk with̴̼͉̝͂́̐ ̸̯̬͂̍̐͐͋̀́́͒̃̀͌͑t̵̨̧̛̲̻̹̠͈̠͗̿̏͑͌̈́̀̄̂̇͊̐͐ḩ̶͇͚͓̯̰͎̻̟̺̪̳̩͆́̈́͜͝ͅe̶̖̜̜̜̦̣͛͋̀̍͑̓̾̐͒̃̈̃̚͜ ̷̞̏̂̄p̷̡̥̹̩̥̘͓̥̳̻̿͛͝ͅŗ̴̛̪͔̱͙͕̋͊̋̅̅͗͂̾͋͐͜͝i̶̙͐͋̈́̄̽͊̌̏͆͋̅̿ṅ̶͔͚͍̹̼̭̱̖̻͎̗͉̎̇͐́͝c̵̭̆i̵̢̠͎̜͔͕̪̬̝̰̪͗͋ṗ̵̡͖͙͔͚̯̣̭̙̼̖̂͆́̋̈́̀ͅa̷̙͚̦͉̝͒ĺ̷͔̦̘͎̳͔͋̿͝.̷̧̠̟͖̪̯̺̝̼̘̝̰̽̽̓͂̏̈́͜ ̴̨̨̥̼͓̝̳̪̤̈́͛̈́͌͐̿͌̽͠ͅ

Karen: WTF?? Why are you typing like that? You are a Satan worshiper, aren't you!!

Me:  S̵̹̿ţ̸̯̝̤͎͙̹̬̏͂̃̍͘ò̴̡̭͙̯̟̮̅͠p̴͕̦̳̦̒̔͛ ̴͔͖̞͕͔̽̂b̴͉̱̻͙̥̒̌̊͛͜e̵̖͒͂́̉̆͗̿͘i̶̠̪̞͔̳͗͐͌̓̊̓͘ṋ̷̢̞̘͙̹̈́g̷̞̻̰̪̱͚̜̉̅̍ ̷͚̣̲̥̫̊͗͆͊͂͘s̴̨̺̙̠̪̭̊u̴͚̦̫̥͎̘̠͌̋c̶͙̮̓͂͂̍͑h̸̨̛̤͇̒̒̈́̈̎̄ ̷̡̙̼̝̄̏̋͠a̷̘̙̋̌́̚ ̴̨̢̺͈͈̗͐̈́̌̀̄K̶͓̾͒͊͑̃͛̽̒a̸͇̣̓̎̈́͝r̷͎̻̽̓e̴͚̞͈̥͊̅͌̀̽̌n̴̰̣͕̼͊͗́̽͋͆̕ ̴͕̬̕ý̸̡̇͗ö̴͍̖͙̼̜͓̭́͝ṳ̴͎͙͚̣̼̈͆̍ ̸̛͔͒̎͐̏̒̚f̵̡̬̩̻̙̹́̋͗̒̚u̸̙̩̝̝̠̪̠͒̈͗͐̄̊c̴̞͑͗̈̾͘k̵̯̪̰̼̜̦̔̈́̈́̐̔͜ĭ̸̛̭͊̾̊̾̅͠ň̶͖͎́́ ̴̨͕̞̓̑̍͘b̷̘̣̬̪̺̪̲̿̋̓̍̏͘ỉ̴̛̮͇̺͔͓͈͝ͅt̵̛͖̩͓̘͈̦̉̊̆̿c̴̜͊̏͆̒͝͠h̵̘͇̠͚̙̫͒̏̇̓̄͘͝͝!̴̧͔͎͊̆̐̎̽͊!̶̗͓̫̹̫̙̖̗̿!̸̧̧̟̭̯̻̜͈̉!̴̘͍̪̫͓̯̎̉̈́̋͜ͅ!̷͉͍͕̤̠̞̍ ̴̨͎̳͔͍̉͂͋́͒ͅ

Phils eyes widened, he hadn't even touched the keyboard. He tried to delete the message but a shock ran from the phone to his hand.

"Fuck!" Phil yelled, dropping his device.

"Phil? You good?" Asked someone at his door. He looked up and met Wilburs eyes.

Phil glanced at his phone, messages were flooding from his side but be wasn't typing,"Will... My phone..."

Wilbur walked over, eyes widening. "What the fuck? How...?"

Then the messages disappeared.

The both stared at the phone. We're they both hallucinating? Or...

"How about we go get a drink?" Phil asked nervously, standing from his position on the bed.

Will nodded and followed him out the door.

Phil walked into the kitchen, going immediately to the cabinet above the sink. He pulled down a cup and filled it with water. He turned back around to find Wilbur with a bottle of vodka.

"Will..." Phil sighed.

"Phil, we just watched your phone message someone for you. I deserve this." Will joked, opening the bottle.

Phil shook his head and walked to sit across from will at the table. Then he froze.

His book was there on the table.

He stared at it.

"Phil? You good?" Will asked, confusion coated his voice.

Phil nodded,"Yeah, I was just looking this book... I don't know how I missed it..."

Phil didn't even remember bringing the book into the kitchen, let alone laying it down...

He shook his head,"Whatever, probably just looked over it."

Will nodded, taking a swig from his bottle."Yeah..."

Phil took sips out of his glass, eyes tracing the room. Eventually landing on the clock.

11:59

"Shit! Will I need to get to sleep, I have to teach tomorrow!" Phil exclaimed, running out of the room.

Will watched Phil go. He took another swig, only to nearly spit it out.

He could hear a laugh, one that he didn't recognize. It sounded like a kid.

He glanced around the room. Had Techno been doing there the whole time? But the laugh was too high...

Then he saw him. It was a kid, maybe 9 or 10. He was slightly transparent and was mostly grey scale. Well, all besides a bit of his shirt which was red.

Wilbur stared. The kid eventually stopped laughing and looked up at Will. His eyes widened, as if he was surprised that Will could see him.

He waved nervously and disappeared.

Wilbur glanced at his bottle and pushed it away, deciding that hes had enough for the night.