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A twelve year old ran through the halls of an oak wood cabin, hidden deep in the forest. The twelve year old screeched loudly as a sixteen year old with curled brown hair, grinning manically. He held a small silver brush, a seemingly dangerous weapon for the younger blonde.

"Techno, Tech, Blade! Help!" Theseus yelled as he turned a corner, diving for his older brother, who had been brushing his long pink hair while sat watching the scene unfold before him.

Techno let Theseus hide behind him, just in time for Wilbur to round the corner. "Where is he?" Wilbur exclaimed, staring his twin down.

"Where's who?" Techno questioned, stifling a snort. "Theseus." Wilbur deadpanned. Uh-oh. Wilbur never used Theseus' full name. Or deadpan. "Oh, that guy? Uh, he went over to the other blonde dude." Techno shrugged, continuing to brush his hair.

Wilbur groaned, reaching into his pockets, but Techno grabbed his arm. "Not the baby photos." He growled. Wilbur smirked, his shit-eating grin on display.

"Where. Is. He." He questioned smugly. Techno sighed, standing up and leaving Theseus diffenceless.

"Let me braid your hair. Then you're free to go." The older laughed, forcing the blonde to sit down in front of him, who was trying to run away again.

"Is that what you were so scared of? Seriously?" Techno scoffed, staring at Theseus. Wilbur blocks Tommy's ears, grinning as he leaned to his brother. "Oh, no. I'm cutting his hair, then braiding it." Wilbur snickers. Techno's eyes widen. You know what happened last time he got his haircut..." He muttered, pinching his nose. "I ended up with a broken arm, I'm sure I remember." Wilbur glares playfully at the younger twin.

"Don't risk it," Techno stated. "Braid only." He instructs firmly, and Wilbur scoffs , looking back to his younger brother. "Oh. He's asleep." He laughs.

This tended to happen occasionally. Theseus would be deafened, and would eventually pass out. Phil said this happens because of how his, still not released, powers were closely associated with silence, sleep and peace. He also said that it wasn't always a good thing, considering Theseus often got visions, but called them nightmares.

"Huh, it usually takes him longer to sleep," Techno shrugged, and he was right. It normally takes nearly an hour for him to sleep, not a thirty second conversation. "Kid must be tired, probably one of his visions keeping him up last night."

Wilbur hummed, beginning to braid his younger brothers hair, smiling softly. He heard as small birds in the distance made a cheery melody, and he heard as Techno tapped his fingers on the wood.

It was quite peaceful, up until Theseus began to whimper, soon screaming violently and thrashing around in Wilbur's hold.

"Shit" Wilbur exclaimed as Techno ran to get Phil.

All was terrible.