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TommyInnit was exhausted. His alarm had started ringing at the awful hour of three in the morning. Alerting him of the fact that it was now (and had been for three hours) officially April First. The most wonderful day of the year.
Despite his groggy stumbling, he made his way to the kitchen for the first two of many pranks that would be set throughout the day.
Heading for the pantry, Tommy decided to start off with a classic: Toothpaste oreos.
As he finished filling the oreo cookies full of white toothpaste, he set the package on the countertop, and, equipped with paper cups, water jugs, and his headphones, Tommy began his next scheme of the day.
This one took more time and effort, but the first of April was simply not a day for slacking off, so Tommy was prepared for the work he had ahead of him.
He slipped on a pair of headphones, and blasted the most “Keep me awake” music he could think of while he slowly made his way throughout the kitchen, lining the tile floor with his Costco sized bag of 240 plastic cups.
Each cup he set down was filled with water, and would make it impossible for anyone to walk through without making a huge mess. Hence why he was working with the kitchen, which was one of the only rooms in the house without carpet.
His music kept him awake as he bobbed his head to the tunes, but he felt himself start to crash just as he was finishing up, his eyelids feeling heavy, and his head hurting slightly.
He had only allowed himself to fill the kitchen and dining room, not wanting to risk the carpet in the rest of the house, but even doing just the kitchen and dining room had taken him nearly two hours, and Phil would be waking up any minute.
Speaking of which, just as Tommy had made his way into a secure location (behind the couch) he heard the soft ‘creak’ of Phil’s door as it opened. The man gently padded down the hall yawning loudly as he did so. Tommy could only watch with scheming (and tired) eyes as Phil made his way into the kitchen.
“WHAT THE-” Phil caught himself, quickly lowering his voice and sighing in exasperation, “today’s the day then, huh?” He asked to himself, sighing again and walking back down the hall, away from the roadblock of water cups.
Tommy scrambled from his hiding place, and rushed to sit criss-cross in front of the entryway to the kitchen, flashing Phil his best smile as the man returned, now holding the mop bucket that had been stored away in the cleaning closet.
“I should have known.” Phil said as he shook his head, kneeling at the start of the cups, and making quick work of dumping each cup full of water into the mop bucket.
“You’re suspiciously calm about this,” Tommy said slowly, a hint of worry creeping into his voice.
Phil stopped, only to smile slyly at Tommy before continuing dumping water.
“April Fools?” Tommy tried, hoping to get a response from his dad.
“Oh, it will be.”
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Wilbur snickered from around the hallway as he listened to the small conversation between his brother and father. What did Phil even mean, “oh it will be”?
It must have managed to freak Tommy out, however, because soon after the conversation had been uttered, Tommy had walked away from Phil and the kitchen, and went into the bathroom to get ready for the day.
Which was exactly what Wilbur had hoped for.
See, as Tommy and Phil had conversed in the kitchen, Wilbur had taken a bottle of blue food dye to Tommy’s toothbrush, drenching the bristles with dye, which would hopefully cause Tommy’s teeth to turn a lovely shade of blue.
Wilbur waited a few minutes with bated breath, before a joyful noise reached his ears: the sound of his youngest brother shouting obscenities, and throwing the bathroom door open.
“Alright!” Tommy cried as he stormed down the hall, “Which one of you did this to me, and will it be gone before school tomorrow?”
“Did what, Tommathy?” Wilbur asked innocently, covering his smiling mouth with his hand.
“I dunno, messed with my toothbrush or something!” Tommy turned to Wilbur as he spoke, which gave the older brother a perfect view of Tommy’s very, very blue teeth.
“Why TommyInnit,” Wilbur exclaimed with a giggle, “you might want to look in the mirror.”
Tommy rolled his eyes, “I did. Which is why I’m upset.”
“Oh, I dunno, what if blue teeth are the next thing? You can start a new trend! It’ll probably last for, oh I dunno, 24 to 48 hours. Enough time for you to start a trend”
Shooting Wilbur a glare that could only hold halfhearted malice, as Tommy was tired and his eyes ached, Tommy flipped his brother off.
“You’re lucky I’ll have to wear a mask, Wil. If this isn’t gone by tomorrow, and I got forced to go to school like this and have people actually see it, then you’d be a dead man.”
“Big words from the 5’10” tall teenager.” Techno’s monotone morning voice rang out, as he walked into the scene that was taking place in the hallway.
“Look here, Mr. Blade. I am 6’3” and you need to stop spreading lies.” Tommy waggled his finger in Techno’s face, and turned on his heel, marching into his bedroom.
“Happy April Fools Day, Tommy!” Wilbur called after him.
Faint grumblings, and a small giggle was heard from Tommy’s room.
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While Tommy had been filling the kitchen with cups of water, and while Wilbur had been filling Tommy’s toothbrush with blue dye, Techno had snuck from his room, down the hall to Tommy’s room. Pleased to find the younger boy’s laptop right where it was supposed to be,
Techno sat down on Tommy’s bed, now holding the laptop, which had been foolishly left unlocked the night before.
Making quick work, He opened the files stored on the laptop, and renamed each and every one of them. Quickly, things like “blood for the blood god” and “good luck” and “April Fools, Nerd” replaced the previous titles that had kept things in neat order.
Smiling to himself, Techno then opened up the settings on the laptop, clicking on the section ‘Keyboard’ and then the subsection ‘Change Input Settings’ which allowed him the ability to change the keyboard layout from English, to French.
Moving from that, he went back to the section ‘Keyboard’ and promptly changed the command keys that would do simple tasks such as the backspace key, and the enter key. Now in order to delete, Tommy would have to press ‘shift’ and in order to use the enter command, he would need to press ‘backspace’
Pleased with his work, and positive that Tommy wouldn’t know how to fix it, forcing him to have to come to either Techno or Wilbur for help, Techno closed the laptop and set it back where it had previously been placed.
After taking a quick pause in the halfway to make fun of Tommy, Techno had then meandered his way to the kitchen, hoping to find something for breakfast before he had to face his day, and actually get dressed into something more than his pig pajamas.
What he found instead, however, was his father kneeling on the kitchen floor, dumping plastic cups full of water into a mop bucket.
Snorting a small chuckle, Techno knelt beside Phil in order to help speed up the time consuming project
“Good morning, Tech.” Phil mumbled, clearly still tired as he rubbed his face with his hand.
“Morning. Who’s to blame for this one?”
Cracking a fond smile, and shaking his head, Phil responded. “Tommy.”
“Ah yes, the gremlin child himself. Starting off with a bang, I see.”
“Indeed. Sounds like Wilbur put him in his place though.”
Techno nodded, “Your youngest son has blue teeth now. I’m not sure how long it’ll last.”
Phil laughed at this, stopping what he was doing in order to double check he had his phone camera ready.
“There’s no way I’m missing the chance to get a picture of this.” He said as Techno grinned.
Together, Phil and Techno worked in silence, both waiting for the two other members of the family to come bursting into the room filled with energy and fueled by chaos.
But before Tommy and Wilbur could enter, the silence was broken by Phil, who patted Techno’s shoulder.
“Well, Techno, at least I know I have you on my side.” He said.
Techno could only smile to himself as he continued picking up cups, thinking about the car that was out in the driveway, filled to the brim with balloons.
“Phil, Phil, Phil,” Techno thought to himself, “I am on nobody’s side but my own.”
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As Wilbur was getting ready for the day, music floating from his room and filling the house as he got dressed and sang along, Phil found himself standing in front of the closed door, a roll of saran wrap, and tape in his hands.
With Tommy’s help, the two of them quickly covered the door frame with the saran wrap, worrying less about the visibility of the wrap, and more about how annoying it would be for Wilbur to get out.
As the song that had been playing slowly came to a close, Tommy and Phil had just finished their 11th layer of saran wrap on the bottom half of the door frame, which was sure to stop Wilbur from leaving in the hurry he normally left in order to make it to breakfast before Techno.
Stifling giggles, Phil and Tommy rushed to the kitchen, just in time for Phil to shout: “Time for breakfast!” and the sound of two doors opening came in response.
Techno’s door opened, and he was quickly there taking a seat at the counter, but Wilbur’s door opened, and there was simply a thud before Wilbur was shouting.
Phil and Tommy couldn’t keep it in any longer, bursting into laughter as they waited for Wilbur to enter the room. Techno only watched in confusion, and amusement as Phil had to sit down on the floor as he laughed.
Phil’s laughter only increased as Wilbur finally made his way into the kitchen, hair wild, saran wrap on his socked feet, and eyes squinting in disapproval at Phil, and then at Tommy who was leaning on the counter, across from where Techno was sitting.
“I take it that it was the two of you who decided this would be funny?” Wilbur asked, keeping a straight face, but unable to keep the hint of laughter from his voice.
“It was Phil’s idea,” Tommy wheezed, finding the whole situation even more hilarious that it should have been, simply due to the hour at which he had woken up that morning.
“Ey, mate, don’t be a sellout,” Phil responded with a grin, leaning forward to lightly slap Tommy’s leg.
Wilbur then looked at Techno, who put his hands in the air.
“Don’t look at me, I just came here for breakfast. Looks like- ahem- looks like I beat you though. It’s a bummer you got” He cut himself off with a smile, “bummer you got caught up in the saran wrap.”
“I hate each and every one of you.” Wilbur responded, shaking his head in mock anger.
“You adore us.” Tommy drawled, draping himself onto the counter.
“The kid’s right, you can’t get enough of us,” Techno said, leaning across the counter to the package of oreos, not knowing they were filled with something more than oreo cookie cream
Tommy only watched in excited anticipation as Techno picked up a cookie and placed it in his mouth. The event took place in almost slow motion as Tommy focused on keeping a grin from his face.
At last, the long awaited moment arrived, and Techno bit into the cookie. Tommy waited with bated breath for the reaction.
He waited
And waited
And Techno looked Tommy in the eyes as he placed the other half of the clearly toothpaste filled cookie into his mouth.
Chewing slowly, Techno kept his gaze locked on Tommy, and then he nodded his head, and walked from the room.
“What the frick did that mean?” Tommy asked, looking to Wilbur.
Wilbur smiled slyly, “that meant that you, TommyInnit, are a dead man.”
Bonus!
Phil hummed a tune to himself as he finished making Tommy’s lunch, and slipped it into a bag for Tommy to grab on his way out to the car. Phil had been tempted to tamper with the food, but seeing as it was no longer April 1st, he had instead decided to slip a small note into the bag.
The words “Happy (late) April Fools! :)” would be enough to keep the youngest boy worried and on edge for the lunch period, which was enough for Phil. In fact, just the thought made a small smile creep onto Phil’s face. April Fools Day was always a family favourite when it came around.
Just as Phil had dropped the note into the bag, Tommy came rounding the corner.
“Thanks for lunch, Dad! Wilbur said he’d drive me today, and I’ll walk home with Tubbo. So I’ll see you this afternoon!” Tommy said, revealing a lighter, but still very blue mouth, which caused Phil to start laughing.
“Alright, Tommy. Thank you for letting me know.” He said through his laughter, “And good job for brushing your teeth so well, I can tell you brushed thoroughly.”
Tommy smacked his hand over his mouth, “don’t mock my pain.” He grumbled. “No matter how hard I scrubbed, this stuff is still there.”
“Aww, poor Tommy and his blue mouth.” Phil responded as he ruffled Tommy’s hair, provoking a slap to the hand and a halfhearted glare from his youngest.
Tommy’s mouth opened, about to respond with a snarky remark, before Wilbur shouted from somewhere in the house, presumably the front door.
“Ready to go, Toms?”
“Yeah! I’m coming!” Tommy responded, moving to leave the kitchen. Turning his head over his shoulder, he flashed a blue smile to his dad.
“Jokes on you guys, I’m legally required to wear a mask. Nobody will even know my teeth are blue.”
The smile was all Phil needed, quickly snapping a picture before shoving the phone in his pocket.
“Your peers might not know, but we will.” He replied, laughing at the look of disdain on Tommy’s face.
(The look of disdain was ruined as Tommy began to laugh, showing his pearly white blue teeth)