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"Tommy, I swear to the heavens above if I look over at the sink and you have yet to do those dishes, I told you to do two hours ago I will skin you alive and hide your body where no one will ever be able to find it."

"Tubbo! My man, the biggest man ever. I am always doing the dishes, I thought it was Ranboo's turn to do the dishes tonight."

"Ranboo doesn't feel good, and you know this."

"Fine. Fine. But it was your turn to do the dishes the night before and I did them then too."

"Tommy," tubbo says lowly, " You know that I am just trying to deal with our money issues right now"

"I know I just thought maybe we could just return to the normal schedule of the chores and maybe it would make it easier for everyone."

"The only person that it bothers is you. I don't understand why you struggle just doing your chores all the time."

"Because I'm doing everyone else's chores too!"

At that quick outburst it seems the entire room has come to a halt.

"Tommy, we talked about this. You need to be more grateful to the things me and Ranboo do for you."

Tommy shook his head. They will always expect for him to be grateful for the things they do for him but will never return the favor. This is a losing battle and Tommy knows it.

"Whatever you say, big man. I'll get right to it."

"Okay thanks," Tubbo muttered, "I know this is hard for you, but you need to remember it's hard for all of us. Not just you."

Yeah hard. If that’s what we are calling it now. It's not hard. It's gut wrenching. Soul ripping. Overall, very terrible. That’s what it is.

Life got different after the accident. Tubbo got mean and Ranboo got sick, and Tommy got pushed to the side. He wants to be there for his friends he really does but its so hard to stay in this tiny cramped dirty apartment with the other two all the time.

Tommy is just trying to make the best of the situation, but no one seemed to be appreciating the efforts so eventually he gave up. Don’t get tommy wrong he loves to do things to help the others but when is someone going to come around and help him.

“Be more grateful, he says. It's hard, he says.” Tommy whispers under his breath as he does the dishes like he has for the past few weeks.

This was more than an isolated incident. Tommy has been doing every chore around the house. He’s been doing the dishes every night. Taking out the trash whenever it's full no matter how dark it is outside. He’s been scrubbing the floors and vacuuming. He’s practically a glorified maid.

Doing the chores isn’t the problem. No, this problem is the only time he gets talked to now is when he’s being told what chores he needs to complete next. But he gets it, Tubbo is dealing with the financial problems and Ranboo is too sick to get out of bed and they can’t afford to take him to the hospital. So really it's Tommy that is being selfish.

Maybe Tubbo is right. I should be more grateful for them. Tonight, I will do the dishes so well and maybe we can all share the bed again like we used to.

So that's exactly what Tommy does. The dishes are done to perfection and so fast. When he is finished, he runs out to the living room to see Tubbo getting ready for bed.

“Oh Tommy, you did the dishes! Finally, Well I am gonna get to bed but I will set everything you’ll need out here for you when you decide you want to sleep.”

“Oh yeah thanks tubs I guess I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Yeah, for sure. Good night, Tommy”

“Yeah good-.” the door closing quickly cut Tommy off, “night”

Tommy could feel pangs in his heart, and he knew that he had to try harder for them.

I need to complain less and maybe that will make him less angry all that time. If I just try harder things will get better. There is no reason to mope around now. Just gotta be better.

Tommy quickly got ready for bed and tucked himself in. Turning off the lamp next to the couch, he quickly fell into the dark.

Tomorrow is a new day. A better day.

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“Wilbur for the last time if you enter my house without knocking first, I’m going to do some unspeakable things” 

“Phil this is the house I grew up in, I’m not going to knock every time I come see you.” 

“Got em’” 

“Shut the fuck up techno and stay out of this conversation,” yelled Phil. 

Techno turned towards Phil, “I mean but he does have a point. You don't yell at me for entering without knocking.” 

“Yeah, it's because you are the favorite,” muttered Wilbur under his breath. It wasn't very well concealed though because Phil turned towards Wilbur and exclaimed, “We’ve been over this Techno is not the favorite.” 

Everyone seemed to halt at that claim because everyone knew that it wasn't very true. However, that doesn’t mean Wilbur is mad about it. 

It's always been like this. It’s not like Phil didn’t love him any less as a child and he still was given the same things as techno. The only difference is if Phil had to choose between the two he would easily choose Techno. Should Wilbur be more upset about it? Probably. But that requires effort and Wilbur doesn’t care. 

“Whatever you say Phil, it really doesn’t matter.” 

“Alright mate, just be better next time.” 

That right there is about the only way to really rile up Wilbur. Be better . Whatever. Wilbur doesn’t need to be better. He already does everything he is supposed to and it's not his fault Phil picks and choose a favorite. 

IT sure as hell isn’t Techno’s fault. Wilbur cherishes his relationship with Techno very deeply. They didn’t always get along. They didn’t start to actually see eye to eye until they were both well into their twenties. Now both the twins are at the ripe age of 25 and get along great and nothing could be better. 

Right? 

Wrong. 

Wilbur was reaching a point where he was sick and tired of always being second best. If Phil ever needed anything the first person, he would call is Techno. Which first is unfair because Wilbur is older. It might only be by ten minutes but still. 

All Wilbur wants is to be needed by them. It seems as if techno never struggles with anything, and it just always seems so unfair. Don't get Wilbur wrong he loves Techno and never wants to see him struggle but when is it going to be Wilburs turn to have things go his way. 

IT is just tiring, never feeling needed. Wilbur is determined to change that but for now he must wait. Having some patience will do him some good for now. He couldn’t risk doing something stupid jsut to get some attention. Because knowing Wilbur he would. 

Oh well. 

Wilbur snapped out of his thoughts as he remembered why he came here in the first place. 

To steal Phil’s food and then go home. You can never go wrong with some good ole free food. Wilbur is so hungry because he’s been spending every waking moment in the studio recently trying to get this EP released on time. His producer would have his head if he didn't get it finished in time. 

Wilbur headed into the kitchen to raid Phil’s fridge. Grabbing his ingredients, he made quick work of a grilled cheese sandwich. Best damn grilled cheese around. Definitely not because he didn't know how to cook anything else and would definity set the kitchen on fire if he tried. 

Wilbur is not proud to admit he’s not the best cook but when he was younger Phil did all the cooking and never felt the need to teach Wilbur and Techno, so he just never learned. 

Anyways for now Wilbur is going to sit in the kitchen of his childhood house and eat his grilled cheese and try not to make himself more depressed than he already is. 

Tomorrow is a new day. A better day.