- I told you- Wibur was just wheezing in the background, hanging on something that Tommy assumed was Techno. He was sick. He was fuCKING SICK!

- It's not FAIR!- why did he have to be the one to catch a cold? Why couldn't Tubbo get it?

- As fair as it may or may not be, I warned you about this, young man- Tommy only pouted in response, snuggling deeper into his sheets. He felt so betrayed by his own body... he was suffering from both sickness and yesterday training and he did not like it even a bit. Everything was aching... He groaned, just wanting all of this to end. Phil sighed, looking at the boy. And what was he supposed to do with him? According to his papers he was an adult, but he behaved as if he was only five, throwing a tantrum because of a little cold. Now, where has he seen that before?

- W̴̛̮̗̩͛͒̒̎̔͒̓͘̚͝ͅi̴̢̹̯̦̭͉̻̠͚̖͋̇̎̕͘͝͝ḷ̶̣̺̭̟̠̰̦͈͈̬̂̋̉̌̓͝b̴̛̛̗̻̞̱̭̭͌̎̓̃̉̽̀͌̚͝u̵̠̠̞̜̅́̐̍̈́̐̚͘͝r̶̳̣͔͔̈́͛̓͑̿̀͛͒̄̅͝,̶̧͙͔̇̽́̿̀͆̍͜ͅ ̷̧̛̼̭͕̥̰́̓̍̾͗͊̄ͅd̸͎̅̋̐͌͐̀̀ő̴̲̙̤̗̐̅ͅn̶̢͙̱͚̟̖̥̲͉̖̫̋̈̆'̵̲̣̦̗͚͎͍̺̏͋͐̑͊̽̀̿̽͊͘̚ͅt̷̢̡̧̫̗̟̭̲͇̯̮̾̿̅̂̃͂̀́͘ ̴̢̦͚̪̫̺͓̦͌̀͑͋̽͛̚l̷̨̡̢̨͔̭̞̞̞͂͜͠ą̸̧͚͎͉͍̫̏ͅư̸̘̘̹̹̣̜̙̘̝̠͑͊͛͋͗̿g̶̨̺͙̩͎̦̪̟̜̩͙̖̀̂̉̅͑̓͛͌̔̈́̀͝h̴̫̼͖̝̣͚͕̲̎̌͂͋́̓̆̂͘͘͝͝,̸̹̭̱̙̗̩̪̣̰̮͍̂̑͛ ̵̲̬̝͖̹͍̬̀y̷̪̗̒́̎̎̒́͂̌͝͝ǫ̴̙̟̥̫̭͈̖͗̈́ü̴̺̮̫͒̿̄́͝ ̵̡̦̞̙͎̻̼̞̤͋̾w̷̠̣̣̥̫̬̖̯̻͉͓̽̎̈́̏̎ͅę̸͎͛͗̃͛̋͛̾r̵̗̽̈͆̓͊̅̈́̓́̋ȩ̶̫̲͇̲͚̺̤̖̎ ̴̨̝͓̩̱̬͓͗͗͊̈́̈́͂̊͘͝͝w̸̢̛͕o̴̠̹̒̾̏͆́̂́ŗ̵̧͇̭̟̔̆̅̇͠͠͝͠s̵̲̥̬̳͚̣̫̘̠͈̜̅̕ë̸͍̪̲͖̬͉̫̩̜̗́̏́̋̀̋̀̚-

Techno said his thoughts out loud, brushing his annoying twin off his shoulders. Wilbur hated being sick, nose stuffed and runny, head aching and fingers too stiff to hold even a single chord. He was always screaming out of boredom when he was seven...

- Y̴e̵a̴h̷,̷ ̷I̸ ̶j̴u̴s̴t̴ ̵w̵a̵s̸n̵'̴t̷ ̵s̵t̵u̸p̸i̷d̴ ̵t̸o̵ ̴c̷h̷a̶t̸c̵h̵ ̵a̵ ̵c̸o̴l̵d̸ ̷l̴i̴k̵e̵ ̴t̸h̴a̸t̸!̷- Techno would argue, but he didn't say anything, his memories still too fuzzy to form a valid argument. It was annoying, not being to remember. At least he wasn't alone anymore... but looking at the old photograph saddened him deeply; he changed so much... he didn't even realise this before, not remembering how he was supposed to look like. He feared the moment he would be able to see his face in the mirror, expecting to see a complete stranger in it. But before he could once again drown in his thoughts, Tommy sneezed really loud, making him flinch really badly. The lightbulb broke.

- S̷̯̝͖̱̗̩͎̏͐̚ǫ̸̡̥̟̟̭̚ͅŕ̷̢̡̧̫̩͍͖̪̘̼̲͂̏̆̆̑́̚r̷̟̲̂̓̈́́̔͘͝ÿ̴̖͍͇͙̊͌̽̐̾͝-

Techno muttered, scooping up the broken glass.

- It's "bless you"- the sheets responded, making Wilbur wheeze even louder. Oh, this is going to be a beautiful day! Techno didn't respond just leaving the place, probably to get a spare, with Phil following him closely.

-̷̡͍̗͔̥̪̹̼̊̍̎͐̿ ̴̪̱̥̭̮͂̅́̿̽̍͛͌̍̆͆Y̶̲̻̗̯̳̬͌͋͛̄̒̀͘ờ̴̘͔̪̼͈̜̍̏͛͌͗͆̔͜͝u̸͉͓͔͂̔̀̈́͐ ̷̧̨͔̤͖̳͔̪̙̭̋̒͊̈̔̍͆͘͝ḑ̸̫̭͑̀o̸̧̤̿̌̋̽̑̃͆̕n̵͈̹͕͙̳̠͕̋̒̓͜'̵̱̺̘̤͔̙̿͂̏t̷͙̒͒̃͑͛̽̓͛͗ ̵̢̡̰͇͈̮͚̙͙̈́̓̊̓̓̋͑̃̈͗́ṅ̶̨̙̦͖͚͈̼̤́͐͑̈́͗̚͜͠ȩ̵̢̢̭̮̗́̽̂̔̂̃̂͐̕͝ȩ̵̛̩̗͔̗̫̺̯̂̏̽̌̃d̷͈̯̮̮̏̎͘͘ ̶̣̬̰̼̮͙͌̌͐̔͜ͅt̸̟̣͓̹̲̦̽̅̿̅͛̄ō̸̲̮̤̗̞̺͙͋̀̇͌̓̄̎̀͗̕ ̴̠̆͊̀̈́̇͝s̴̞̝̩̆̈́̍͛̌̇̀̕͝t̷̢̙̝̗̾̍̔͠ȃ̴̡̺̲̼̈́͛̐̉̾́̏̊͗̾y̶̢̛̹̟̼̭͇͗͋́ ̴̖͍̼̭̪͎̘̦́́̔͐̄̏̎͊͝ͅw̶̨̱̹͍̻̱̭̜̯̌̎́̔̔͛ĩ̶̱̭̫͍̬̄̀̽́̋͒̅ť̷͍̳͔͎̪̰̅h̶̰͓͉̭̆̎̌̃̈́̕͝ ̵̻̐́͗̐m̵̳͉̝͉̘̼̈́̈̏̀̓͐ͅȩ̴̨̡̦̥͐ͅ,̴̮̱̬̯̬̠͍̊̒́̇ ̴̛̀̄̾͑̐̕͠͠ḓ̸̨͇̪̜͆̈́̊̎̏͑ä̸̙̞̮̾̾̌͊d̷̥͖̭̳̤̥̾͛͑͋.̶̰͍̥͎͕̖͇̮̰̓̒̍̈́̀̈́ ̵̨̩̺̗̭̺̞̉̉̋̅̿͝͝H̶͇̝͚̯̱͓͐̎ȩ̸̢͎̘̟̩͔̞͙̍̆̀̈́͒͜ ̶̤̹͑͋̍ṋ̶̝̖̥̍̃̌͑̒͜͠e̴̺̜̭̝̬̥̭͆́̃͗̔͐͗̋̃͜e̵̥͓̹̜̖͓̖̖̎͑͂̿̎̀̕͜͠d̶̺͓̺͓͖͇̼͛͝ͅs̴̨̫̗̤̳̪̋̀͗̌̐̌͌̾̒̌͝ ̵̢͎̦̙̘̫͈͖͓͋͆̀̂́̍́͛́̚y̴̧̬̝̳̟̠͚̠̹̾͐̆̔͊͛͝ǫ̵̨̨̛͔̼͚̗͚̦͎͌͒͒̂̓͘͠͠ú̴̝̥̪͑̂́̔̉̇̚͝ ̶̧͓̟͖̋̿̀͌̓̈́̅̚m̵͓̮̩̠̈̋́͂̈́̈ǒ̷͔̯̝̖̣́̌r̷̡͖͙̣̹͕̤͓̀͋͗̆͌̃̆̅̑̕ȩ̸̛̩̝̹̤̤̭̇̏͊̿̂͠͝ ̴̡̧̮̫̑̏͑̽͐͒̃̽ţ̷̿̄́̓̈h̸͚͖̜̺͕̮̫̤̯̿̽̊͝a̶͇̘͑̍n̸͉͕̙̺̟͗͗̀͊̈̒ ̵̧̖̭̺͖̣̱́̒Ĩ̴̪̠͚̗̞̈́́͌͋͊̆̐̍ ̸͙̫͉͖̝̆̓͐̓d̶̡̬͕̮̣͎͔̱̀o̴̡̗̭̠͇̣̞̺͉̾̓-̵̨͉̫̦̥̠͍̙̔̇͂̔̑̒͛͠

- I know, Techno. But I need to go downstairs anyway, to make him a soup- man only smiled in response. He didn't like talking too much, he prefered doing than saying. It was always like that, Wilbur was the smooth talker. So he just stuck around.

Phil looked foundly at him, as if he knew what was going on in this head of his. He probably did. There wasn't a way that one could lie to him, he always knew what was going on in the other person's mind. How? He had no idea. Phil actually did stop in the kitchen, starting to peel the potatoes and getting a pot on the stove. Techno smiled, feeling as if he had seen it a countless number of times... he probably did. Everything was so confusing for Techno; so new and yet... he felt like he knew it all. Barely remembering the faces of his family he knew what they were like. And yet... he had no memories.

Only the basement he knew. He spent there so much time... alone... staring at all of those items, not even remembering what those are for. It was so... frustrating. And then he noticed he wasn't here alone. The second boy was standing right in the middle, fiddling with a bike.

-̷̱̗͂̓̍͐͛ ̷̘̮̳̏͌̐̃̋̐̓W̷̦̉̊͘ͅḩ̷̬̫̯͉̞̰͕̜̤̈́͆ạ̶̘̺͓̯͂͊t̶̖̯̝̞͚̱̩͇̑̈́̓͑̾̆̃̕ ̶̖̺̻̻̣̱̖̖̬̋̍ͅá̵͍̖̾̍̃r̸͔͋́̒̃e̴̩̲̘̻̽̅͛ͅ ̶̲̹̥̌͒y̵̢̛̼̓̍̕ͅö̵̙̟́̓̽́͛̚u̶̲̝̭̺̙̲̭̥̦̳̾̇͌̆̚͝ ̸̠̗̼͂͐d̸̢̨̠͖̘̖̲̈́̑ơ̴̢̝̖͙̖̈̒͐̅̐i̴͇̼̘͓̼̯̖̝͎͊̔̾̔͗̇͝n̶̡̨̖̲̻̻̟͑̇̀̒g̴̡̪͙̠̹̫̩͍͎͕̿́̃̑͂͝ ̵̡̙͇̣̙͆͋̉̏̍̽̈́h̴̝̣͎̼͉̮͕͉͈̹̽̃̂ȩ̵͕̰̺͓̩̤̳͙̥͖̐r̸̳̳̯̳̻̫̱͔̐̒͜ę̶̦̙̤̱͕͇̬̹̿̀͒̚?̵͇̙̄̂̏-̴̳̬̲̫͖̺͚̔̅̈̈́̐̑̄͊͜͜͠͝ ̶̨̰̙̜̮̬̻̟̦̟͚́̓

Brunette almost jumped out of his skin at the sound, but smiled rather quickly, laughing his fear off.

- Techno, you startled me!

-̶̪̻̝͚̮̑̀͗͐̋ͅ ̴̥̥̤̱̽S̸̡̱̫͔͎̞͋͊͝͝ơ̵̝͕̳̖̬̦̅͆͘r̴̨̢̺͇̥̻̠̲͉̤̔̇̑̇͛̇̕͝r̴͎̰͚̟̖̊̂̈̃͛̈́ÿ̶̛̛͙̠̉̇̃̆͠-̸͔͈̱͙̬̜͉̐͛́̾ ̴̨̡̫̣̦͇͓̅ ̶̡̳͈̻̜̬̒͗

He murmured in response, trying to mind his own business and find the lightbulbs. But Tubbo didn't seem to mind his presence, once again turning his attention to the bike.

- Well, I've been trying to fix this bike- he explained.- It would be nice to be able to sometimes cycle to the city instead of driving a car or taking a bus. And beside that I came down here just to see what you stored in here. Must say, this armor of yours is impressive- Techno looked at the boy surprised. He was holding a folded cape, the one that was hanging on the stance.- And heavy. Were you really able to run around in it for a whole day?!-

-̸̳̜̮̯̪͌́ ̷̥́̾̒͂̒̀͋́̚I̴̧̘̞̾̈́́...̴̢͚̖̦̦̦̒̎̅̈́̑̓̌́͝͠͝ ̸̒̚ḯ̷͉̪t̶̨̛̹͚̠̙̘̤̫͖̘̃̈́̃̓̓̍̊͘'̷̮̘̲́̈͂̔̐͊̏̏͘͘͝s̴̢̛̤͈͚̘̻̊̈́ ̷̡̤̫̼̻̖̬̒̊̾̎̋̉̿m̶͇͔̬̊̌͒͆̌͛͊̐̎͝͠i̸̘͖͉̖͚̎ṇ̴̡̱̤͈͉̦͓̩̀̆̕͘e̵̡̟͕̗̟̦̠͗̃?̶̬̐̒́͐̎-̶̢̤̰͈͖̭̅̊̿̿̌̀̂͑̀̕̚

He looked at it every day, wondering what it was doing there. Why would a medieval armor stand in someone's basement, preserved, untouched... Metal chains creating a protective barrier, shielding a man from arrows, plates preventing the cuts... and that red cape, symbol of royalty. Why was it just standing there, while it should be in a museum? Was it really his? Why would it be?

- I mean... yeah? You're the only one who's big enough to get into it? At least I guess, I've no idea what you look like. But uncle is too short and Will is too skinny. Sides he doesn't seem like a knight type.- valid argument, both dad and his brother were smaller than him. Well, Wilbur was slightly taller, but he was skinny. Techno on the other hand had well built muscles. And dad... dad was just shorter. But not to be mistaken, if he would want to he could probably lift almost as much as Techno...- And you had a lot of those posters in your room- ah, those. Posters for medieval conventions, staging battles and fairs... He liked those, they sparked good feelings. His favourite poster was that of "The battle of Two Kings". He didn't know why, it just resonated with him the most. That smiley bastard also mentioned it in his monologue if he could remember properly. He just couldn't pinpoint what exactly he said...

- M̷͉̝̀̕ȃ̴̮̓k̵̡̲̰̪̑e̴̹̅̅͊̓̓s̴̡͙̘͌͛͆ ̴̯̍̈́s̶̻̏͌e̸͖̩̓̌͗n̷̤̬̮̖͒̊͆̉̄̄s̶̭͊ȅ̸̼̔̑̈͝͝...̷͓̭͋̑̓̐̈́-̸͍̝̃̕

- Do you want me to wash your cape?-

- ̵̮͍̣͉͈͆Y̴̢̰̗̟̍̌̈̚h̶̭̅̎...̴̹͔͕͙̌̒͆̚̚ ̸̝̾̾̃́Y̶̪̻̣͖̓̈́́̾ē̷̩s̴̡̯̭̥̓͒͐͑͝,̶̨͈̑̕ ̸͓͕̲̊͆̏̓I̴̛̺̾͋͛̕'̴̬͇̼̦̂ͅd̶̬̂̀̔̓ ̴͙͈̙̌͊͝b̸̬͑̈̀̋́e̷̠͂̌̓͋͜͝ ̶̨̫̭͗̇̿n̴̰̰͙͋ͅḭ̷̰̤͔̅͂c̶͍͆̇̎̔e̴̬̹͙͌̇͗͝-̴̩̍́͆͊͠ ̷̙͎͔̖͖̎̾̊