[discontinued] Golden Days (Sleepy Bois Inc+ fic)

Lies [Chapter Fourteen]

The TV was still showing the same episode of Manhunt from before, with the main character jumping down into a bit of lava with a golden apple on hand. He used his arm to sweep the Oreos off the table and onto the carpeted floor. He could already feel the struggle he would have picking it up later, but that was something for future Philza to deal with. Using his foot, Philza then kicked and pushed the cookies underneath his couch to hide them even more. As he did so, he could hear the footsteps pounding on the stairs as the two unwelcomed guests made their way back down. Philza wanted to take a quick look around his house first to make sure all of the evidence was gone, but he knew there was no chance of doing that now without too much suspicion being raised.

Their bodies turned the corner into the living room, and their eyes instantly traveled over to the TV, taking a few moments to watch it. Philza could almost smell their suspicion deepening at the fact he was watching a show that many adults would rather avoid. They seemed rather angry that they hadn't found anything upstairs in Philza's room as well, and Philza wasn't looking forward to whatever mess they made up there.

"Why would you be watching this?" The man finally spoke up, turning his gaze onto Philza. Philza just rocked from his toes to his heels and back again and he picked a stray sting off of his sleeve. 

"I just find the show... neat," He explained, daring to turn his head to meet the man's eyes. Surely they wouldn't tell him off for watching a show, would they? Their gazes locked, and the man seemed to be trying to break Philza's string of lies. Almost as if Philza was the string loose on his sleeve and he was trying to pull it off to get rid of it's annoyance. Philza, however, wouldn't budge one bit. 

"Whatever," Scoffed the women, who turned away. She seemed to notice the backdoor and she hummed quietly. "You said they ran off sometime last night, right? We can do a quick search of the area to see if they are still hanging around."

There was a quick jump in Philza's heart rate and his feet were moving faster than his mind. He quickly stepped to follow them as they made their way to the glass door. He tried to ramble out about how they would be long gone by now and how they wouldn't go for the forest. But his efforts were useless as the social workers stepped through the door and into the woods, and Philza was left to just wait. 

He just stepped backwards, feeling a useless power at his fingertips. He backed up into a dinning room chair and he just slowly sat down. His knees felt weak and he didn't want to breath. He knew he could run outside and try to stop them from getting to Wilbur and Techno but... Part of him wanted to take a chance and hope that they wouldn't find them. They couldn't find them... Surely the universe wouldn't be that cruel?

But why does it matter to me if they are found or not found? Came the thought that Philza had been holding onto for the past few days, Why should I care that much? They aren't my family and I know nothing about them!

So why am I so scared that they will be found or hurt?

His eyes dropped to the floor as the questions and reasonings drifted inside of his head. He frowned and he tried to focus more on his breathing than his doubts. He had told himself that he cared for them because he didn't want them to be trapped in a bad and abusive family so he would take them in. But why?

Before he could answer that question, the feeling of blood filling his mouth caused him to gag. He shook his head and he suddenly remembered that he had been chewing on the inside of his cheek for the past few minutes. He silently cursed and folded his arms across his chest. He tilted his head back as he waited for the taste to go away. He found a clock on the wall and he stared at it, wishing it would tick faster for everyone else's sake. It's white glow seemed almost mocking, and it's blank hands just glided around as today was the most normal day ever.