Sleepy Bois Turnabout?

Wilbur liked his job. It was a pretty sucky one at first glance, what with being stuck in a music shop at the back of an alley all day, being in customer service, the so-so pay, the odd hours, etc. but he enjoyed it. He had pretty much all the freedom he wanted so long as nothing ended up stolen or broken and he locked up on time.

Most of the customers were regulars just coming in for practice or repairs. The most common interaction he had was the customer would come in, say hello, then drop off/pick up their instrument and leave. The second most common was people coming in to use one of the three soundproof rooms in the back to practice. Despite what you'd think, it was pretty rare to have someone come in to buy a new instrument, most of the income was from parts, repairs, and loaning of recording equipment.

The shop was too out of the way for people just looking to force their kid into a hobby and small enough to scare off the pricks that show up just to flaunt how much more they know than the people who actually work there. Good or bad, most people were at the very least there for a reason.

Except for Tommy.

Tommy had literally no business there, ever.

Tommy would show up just to fuck around, "try-out" (make annoying noise with) the instruments, screw around in the back rooms, and just generally be a dickhead to Wilbur.

Tommy had apparently decided to make it his personal mission to get Wilbur as close to fired as possible. It probably wasn't going to happen, Wilbur has been working here since he was a teenager and, as the only person who stuck around for more than just the time it took to pad out a resume, was nigh irreplaceable as an employee, but still. Tommy was annoying.

He just started showing up one day, Wilbur guessed because he was bored. Despite not having an appointment system set up in the shop he always managed to come in when no one else was in the store. Wilbur wouldn't put it past the little freak to have calculated all the customers' usual times just so he'd have the store to himself. He supposed things like memorizing and writing down every detail of stranger's complicated routines would do some good if Tommy ever actually became a detective but for now, it was considered creepy and annoying. The kid had issues. At least Tubbo seemed to balance him out a little.

That was a good thing about his brother inserting himself into every situation ever, he always dragged Tubbo along.

"Dragged" was the wrong word, Wilbur supposed, Tubbo willingly followed him everywhere and vice versa. They were like two loyal puppies. Mismatched peas in a pod since the day they met and inseparable since the day they were old enough to walk to the other's house.

Maybe that's why he was filled with such dread when Tommy walked in alone. It was odd. Weird. Wrong. It felt like an omen. No, that's not true, it wasn't caused by Tommy, he'd been feeling off all day but for some reason, that's the moment it all came to a head. His chest tightened. He sat up straight and took a breath, shaking his head as if to rattle out the dark thoughts. That was silly. Tommy and Tubbo aren't attached at the hip. He's probably just getting sick or something. He might need to talk to his boss about going home early just in case- no, his shift was almost over anyway. Was he really just getting sick? He felt fine physically but what else-

A sharp ringing noise jolted him from his funk. He jumped, worries immediately forgotten and replaced with annoyance. Tommy was slamming the service bell repeatedly. Wilbur grabbed it.