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"WWWILLLLBBBBUURRR," Tommy whines with his head face down on the table.
"What is it now?" Wilbur asks, not looking up from their communicator.
"My head hurts," Tommy whines.
Wilbur doesn't even glance up at him, he knew this well. It was Tommy's 18th birthday the other day, meaning that he was of legal server age to be drinking alcohol now. However, to Tommy the idea of a hangover was probably new. "Did you try Advil?" he asks.
"You know what, you're smart Wilbur," Tommy says as he picks his head off of the table but before he could wander over to the medicine cabinet they heard a faint hiss.
A fuzzy green deathtrap loomed behind Tommy, ready to detonate and kill him- before she knew was happening Wilbur chucked her phone at the creeper.
It did little more than bap the creeper back a bit but it was enough to give Tommy the time to see the creature. The boy yelped, managing to dash out of the way of danger in time despite the hangover making him groggier than usual.
"TOMMY RUN-" Wilbur commanded, he didn't have to tell Tommy twice. The boy broke out into a sprint, darting into the landing by the door as Wilbur followed close behind. The tell-tale 'plop plop' of the creeper's feet against the hardwood slowly following them as they ran.
The pair manager to get through the door, slamming it behind them as they both fought to catch their breath. "WILBUR WHAT THE FUCK" Tommy gasped, looking to Wilbur for an answer that she couldn't give. "I don't know- I- I swear I proofed the house," she muttered.
"Apparently ya didn't creeper proof it good enough- fuckin' hell," Tommy grumbled, his head still pounding violently. "We're safe now aren't we? We can focus on creeper proofing later after we-" this time however, the pair heard the tss too late.
The creeper had silently made it's way to the door and with a thunderous boom it exploded.
Wilbur shielded Tommy from the blast, their beat up jacket and the door shielding them both from the worst of it. Once they both felt safe enough, they turned to look at the damage. Wilbur groaned dramatically, wilting.
"I was going to go on a romantic picnic with Quackity in half an hour! Now I've got to fix this mess!" he lamented, gesturing at said mess. The door was completely gone, the walls and floor were covered in fire damage. An umbrella in the umbrella stand had caught fire. It burned merrily in spite of it all.
"I'm telling dad you broke the house agaaiinnn," Tommy drew out, climbing in through the new hole. He needed some advil, stat.
"Don't you fucking dare," Wilbur responded, pointing a threatening finger at Tommy as she followed him in. Immediately she began to rummage through chests for more materials.
"It's not like you can stop me," Tommy pointed out mischievously, grinning like the menace he was as he downed some Advil with a bit of health potion for measure.
Wilbur narrowed her as at Tommy. "I promise not to tell Techno that you were the one to dig up his potato field and not feral rats if you don't tell dad about this," he suggested.
Tommy narrowed his eyes back before nodding back, holding out his hand. "Deal." They shook on it before Tommy went to go scavenge for gapples to steal. It wasn't like Wilbur could stop him.
Wilbur sighed as they turned back to the disaster they must fix. This was not how they thought their day would be going. At least neither of them were hurt.