Wilbur sat pouting in the passenger seat of Techno's 1998 Minecart Avalanche. He didn't understand why his brother wouldn't let him drive. He'd only crashed the truck twice and you know what they say, third time's the charm. (In his defense the two times he crashed they'd been under attack and he only dented the vehicle.) Techno's logic made absolutely no sense to the brunette. Tommy was bored and wanted attention, so he spent a majority of the car ride kicking Wilbur's seat. The middle child was beginning to get a little bit agitated with this, but stayed quiet about it.
The car made its way down the winding gravel road to the cottage-like house that the trio called home. They've been living there ever since Phil adopted them around fourteen years ago. Wilbur and Techno remembered their parents while Tommy didn't. Wilbur once took advantage of that when Tommy was four and managed to convince the younger one that his mother was a refrigerator. Phil wasn't too pleased about that. The boys grew up helping Phil with his hunting trips until they were old enough to handle a hunt on their own.
Wilbur walked into his room and collapsed onto his bed. The curtains weren't fully shut, allowing a small beam of light to pierce through. His room was a mess with sheets of crumpled up paper everywhere. There were pencils lying around as well from his late nights writing. He would use his desk, but it was too much effort to remove the books he had scattered on top of it. His guitar case was leaning against the wall. The guitar however wasn't in the case and instead was lying against the desk chair.
There was a loud, impatient knock and before Wilbur was able to say anything Tommy burst in.
"Will, I'm bored," the blond complained.
"Hi bored, I'm Wilbur," the older male laughed.
"Ha, ha," Tommy sarcastically sighed and rolled his bright blue eyes.
"For real though, what do you want?"
"I want something to do?"
"Minecraft?"
"No, I was playing that, then I died and lost all my netherite," Tommy complained. Wilbur simply laughed.
"Read a book?"
"I've already read pretty much every book in this house."
"Take a nap?"
"Sleep is for the weak," the blond yawned.
"Have you tried asking Techno?"
"He slammed the door on my face. My nose hurts now."
"Loser," Wilbur sighed as he sat up and readjusted his glasses. "I hear the neighbors have a kid who's about your age, why don't you see if they want to hang out or something."
"But, that involves social interaction," Tommy whined.
"And you're an extrovert. Now get out of my room or I'll blow up your sad attempt at a city in your Minecraft world."
"You fucking wouldn't," the younger exclaimed dramatically.
"Call. My. Bluff," Wilbur responded, an evil smirk spreading across his face.
"Fine," Tommy sighed, defeated. "You win this time bitch boy." Tommy then dramatically exited the room then slammed the door shut behind him.