Sorry Y’all this one got away from me again and I wrote it while tired, again. Anyways here is some badly written shit and have a good period of existence in the universe!
Oh god my brain is going brrrrrrrr
Techno and Wilbur.
It had always been Techno and Wilbur Soode against the world.
Some would make jokes about how it was because they were identical twins, they got ridiculous questions like ‘If I pinch him will you feel it?’ or ‘Can you guys mentally speak- like through your minds?’ They would roll their eyes and say no, sometimes they’d joke around acting like they could read each other's mind or something stupid but it was rare.
They went through multiple foster homes, refusing to be separated from each other, if they ever were they’d find a way back to the other, because it was them against the world.
Then they got placed with Phil Wingraft.
He was different.
They had been through a few foster homes, some were good, some were okay, and one was really bad but Phil was different.
He treated them like they were normal, he was gentle but not patronizing or condescending, he would joke around with them but also became a person they could trust.
He took the time to learn about their interests, he got Wilbur a guitar and took Techno to the library every week. He took the time to recognize the difference between Wilbur’s crazy fluffy hair and Techno more tame but still wavy curls. Wilbur was taller then Techno by half a head but from a distance it was hard to tell. They both had the same shaped face and the same cinnamon colored eyes, the main difference was Techno had glasses.
They stayed with Phil for a year before they were officially adopted and became a family. A two years later he asked them how they would feel if he started fostering another kid, named Tommy.
“I’d be okay with that,” Techno said, shrugging, he hadn’t really processed it but he’d go along with it. Wilbur agreed too, nodding along, it seemed like it would make Phil happy so why not?
“That’s great, it’ll take a few days for the paperwork to go through, then he’ll be with us!” Phil was grinning, this was making Phil happy so this could make Wilbur happy.
Later they were in their room when Techno kicked the top bunk Wilbur was laying on.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, rolling his head halfway off the bed, trying to look at his brother.
“What?” Wilbur asked, looking over the railing.
“Don’t be like that, I know that look, you look like you just ate a suspicious lemonhead,”
“I don’t have a look like that!”
“Stop avoiding the question!” His face softened, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m just worried about the new kid, Tommy, I-I don’t know, it just makes me worried, what if it changes things?”
Techno was quiet, he bit his lip.
“I get that, it makes sense but I don’t think anything bad will happen. Phil is great and I don’t think he would push us away, he’s not like that. Who knows, maybe we can have a little brother,”
Wilbur huffed out a small laugh, smiling softly, “Yeah, a little brother, that would be nice.”
Techno sighed contently, shifting back onto his bed. They laid in silence for a moment when Wilbur laughed.
“I mean, it’ll be nice for you, I already have one.”
“Two minutes Wilbur! Two minutes!”
Tommy joined them 4 days later, a little blonde dweeb with baby blue eyes. He was loud, annoying, and hyper. He would talk loudly when Techno was trying to do homework, he untuned Wilbur’s guitar, he said it was an accident but they weren’t really sure, and was overall like a bull in a china shop.
Techno was gonna pull his own hair out, Wilbur had come very close to locking him out of the apartment, they were both going to kill him.
It took them two weeks to fall in change completely.
It started when Tommy asked Techno for some help in his homework, it actually shocked Techno, the kid who was so loud and proud of his accomplishments shyly asking if Techno could help him with his math work was interesting, to say the least.
Techno almost said no, almost teased him, ‘What? The Great TommyInnit needs help? I thought you knew everything!’
Almost.
Tommy looked different, fingers nervously tapping on the packet, trying not to crickle it, eyes darting around, even his voice was shaky.
It reminded Techno when he’d ask an old foster parent for help, only they’d turn him away, telling him to figure it out, that they were too busy.
He didn’t want to be like that.
“Sure, what are you learning?” He pushed some of his papers aside, making room for Tommy’s. Tommy grabbed a chair and sat next to him.
“Algebra,” He said, frowning, “I don’t get it- it’s just so weird,” He put his chin in his hands.
“Don’t worry, Algebra is super confusing-”
“Yeah right, you get everything, you’re really smart!”
“You’re smart too,” Techno offered, not sure what to say.
“Then name a time I’ve been smart!”
Techno short circuited.
“See!” Tommy gestured wildly.
“Tommy I’ve known you for two weeks, I’m sure you’ve done plenty of-”
Tommy groaned, “Nevermind, forget it-” He slid off the chair only for Techno to reach over and grab his arm.
“No, I’m sorry, just let me help,”
Tommy made a face but sat back down, “Fine.”
It had been 2 hours.
“This is useless! I’ll never get it!” Tommy stuck his hands in his hair.
“Just try this last problem, you’re so close!”
“No! I’ll just mess it up again!”
“You don’t know that, just try again!”
Reluctantly, Tommy picked his pencil back up and started on the equation. Techno turned back to his paper, finishing up a definition sheet, Tommy’s mumbles drifting in the background.
“Then add the two to get 16?” He looked up at Techno, who closed his textbook and looked over Tommy’s worksheet, covered in half erased scribbles, doodles, and pencil shavings.
“That’s right,” He grinned, reading over Tommy’s work again, “You did it,”
“Wait seriously? I got it right?”
“Yeah!”
“Yes! I did it!” Tommy pumped a fist in the air, cheering. “Thanks Techno!”
“Anytime nerd,”
Wilbur had been messing around with his guitar, sitting on his bunk, scribbling down music notes on a scrap of paper. He’d write a few phrases down and sing them softly to himself, strumming a few chords.
Scowling, he erased half the page, grumbling to himself; “It doesn’t sound right, why can’t I get it-”
“I thought it sounded nice,” Someone said from the bunk beneath him. Wilbur jumped, yelping, he hit his head on the ceiling. He leaned over the railing to see Tommy sitting on Techno’s bunk, limbs tangled around the latter.
“What are you doing? I thought you were out with Techno and Phil!” Wilbur said, sounding harsher and more shrill then he meant to, Tommy shrugged, “I didn’t want to go to the library today.”
“Wish I knew that beforehand,” He grumbled, going back to his music sheet.
“You seem mad,” Tommy observed, twisting his arm around the metal.
“Yeah I’m mad,”
“Why?”
“‘Cause I can’t get these stupid lyrics to sound right and you just scared the shit- I mean crap- out of me.”
Tommy cackled, “I’m telling Phil you swore!”
“Shut up,” Wilbur grumbled, gripping his pencil tighter. Tommy tipped his head to the side, “I don’t get why you’re angry, those lyrics sounded really nice.”
Wilbur paused, “You think so?”
“Yeah! It was really cool!” Tommy said, starting to come up the latter, he climbed onto the bed with Wilbur, “I liked it a lot!”
Wilbur smiled softly, “Thanks,”
“Can you play it again?”
“Oh, uh, sure,” Wilbur sat up straighter, putting the guitar in a better position , “I don’t remember all the lyrics though,”
He started playing, slowly his nerves of playing in front of someone else started to slip away as he fell into the rhythm and flow of the music. He looked up briefly a few times seeing Tommy, smiling widely, eyes filled with admiration. He finished the song and looked at Tommy, who immediately leaned forwards.
“That was so good! Write it down so you don’t forget! Wilbur that was epic!”
“Really?”
“Definitely!” Tommy leaned back, then quietly added, “And I’m sorry I messed up your guitar the other week, it wasn’t on purpose,” He trailed off.
Wilbur shrugged, “It’s fine, you didn’t do any real damage, just messed up the tuning,”
“I was messing with it cause I wanna learn how to play, could you maybe show me sometime?”
“Maybe, I’m still considered an amateur on most standards,”
“Seriously?!”
Tommy went to the same school as them, he was in the sixth grade while Techno and Wilbur were in 8th, so they saw each other in the halls every once and awhile. The one thing Tommy hadn’t been able to learn, despite the fact he had learned algebra, basketball, and some of the guitar, was how to tell Techno and Wilbur apart when they weren’t standing directly next to each other.
They had tried everything, Tommy would try to memorize the different clothes they wore each morning, the small differences in their hair, how they walked or moved around but nothing worked.
One day when they were in the car on the way home from school, Tommy was pouting, or ‘stewing’, as Phil would say. He barely talked the whole ride home.
“Alright I’ll bite,” Wilbur said, turning around in the front seat, “What’s wrong?”
Tommy frowned at him, “You both completely ignored me all day! I tried to get your attention so many times!”
Techno raised an eyebrow, “I never once heard you call my name,”
“Me either,” Wilbur confirmed, Tommy looked skeptical.
“How do I know that you guys aren’t messing with me?”
“He’s got you guys there,” Phil said from the driver's seat.
“We weren’t ignoring him! I swear, you must have gotten us mixed up again!” Wilbur insisted, waving his hand.
Tommy groaned, “Why is it so hard to tell you guys apart! Hey, could you just make it easier and not be identical twins?”
Phil cackled in the front, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
“It-It doesn’t work like that Tommy,” Techno snorted, half covering his mouth with his hand.
“Oh come on! Just try it!”
Tommy was trying, he really was, but it was so hard to tell them apart. He knew Wilbur’s hair was crazier and he was Taller then Techno and that Techno had glasses but it didn’t help at all.
He’d go to ask Techno for help with homework only to find Wilbur, who also didn’t know jackshit about algerbra, or if he wanted to do something stupid he’d end up accidentally telling his plan to Techno who would immediately veto the idea.
After awhile he just decided to just try and slow down and see if one of the clones had glasses or not and that worked for him, sort of.
A few months later and they officially adopted Tommy into the family, he was an official Wingraft.
They went out and celebrated, laughing and making stupid jokes, it was nice. Then the next day Techno went to the store by himself, taking some of the money he had saved up from chores and searched a bottle of pink hair dye.
Picking out a color was surprisingly difficult, there were so many choices, taffy, bubblegum, creamy, carnation, but he eventually decided on ‘Rose Pink’. He bought a bottle then hid it under his bed, he needed to wait for the right time to do it because the dye had to sit for at least 30 minutes before he could rinse it out.
Phil was working late on Wednesday and Wilbur was going to see a movie with friends after school so he just had to lock Tommy out of the bathroom for like 45 minutes, which he would have no problem doing, and everything would be set.
The day rolled around and he found out that dying your hair is easier said then done, so much easier.
Techno set down so many paper towels in hopes to catch anything that might drip, then there was the process of making sure he got it all and wearing the plastic gloves made everything much harder to handle but eventually he was able to get the dye in place.
He set a timer on his phone then pulled out a book, hoping Tommy wouldn’t try to bust down the door, it didn’t lock but Techno had taken a rubber band from the door handle and wrapped it around the facut to try and give some semblance of a lock. All he had to do was wait.
Tommy was sitting on the couch watching TV when Phil arrived home, Wilbur in tow.
“Hey Tommy, how was your day?”
“Pretty good, nothing really interesting happened though,” He responded, “But Techno has been in the bathroom for like an hour,”
Wilbur raised an eyebrow and Phil asked, “Is he okay?”
“I guess so, I heard the shower running just a minute ago,”
Phil walked over to the bathroom door and knocked, “Tech? You okay in there?”
Tommy heard the door swing open and Techno say, “Yeah I’m fine,” Phil didn’t say anything but Wilbur started laughing loudly, throwing his head back. Tommy turned around on the couch and saw Techno standing there, towel around his shoulders to stop water from dripping onto his shirt, hair the brightest shade of pink Tommy had ever seen.
He froze, much like Phil did, before he broke out into a grin, then a laugh, “Techno what-”
