Chapter 4- Visitor

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     A rather aggressive knock rapped the door. Phil stopped making the stew, glancing at the door. Weren't Techno and Wilbur home already?
     "Hey guys! Someones at the door." Tommy came racing out of his bedroom.
     "Dinners done?" He asked excitedly. Phil rolled his eyes and shook his head. Tommy huffed, "than what?"
     "Can you answer the door? I'm busy." Phil returned back to slicing the carrots. Tommy frowned, but complied. He ran up to the door and cracked it open, poking his head out from the crack.

      Three men stood at the other side, who he didn't recognize. They all wore some light grey armor with casual clothes underneath. One had a green hoodie with a white mask, a poorly drawn smiley face on it. He seemed to be some golem as his skin was slightly grey and plants grew from his skin. The other had white goggled of some kind with neat brown hair and a blue shirt. Large grey wings sprouted from his back. The last dude had black hair with a white headband, his sleeves black and shirt white with a little fire symbol. He couldn't quite tell what he was, probably some elemental.

      Tommy froze, who were these random people? They never really had visitors.
        "Hello, are you the owner of this house, Wilbur or Techno?" The man with the goggle asked. Tommy furrowed his eyebrows, were they getting evicted? Shit.
      "No, I'll go get them. One sec." He slammed the door and raced past Phil, who gave him an odd look. Quickly throwing open the door to Techno and Wilburs room.
      "Three strange men want to see one of you at the door, we may get evicted!" He yelled. Techno groaned and face planted his head into his pillow. Wilbur just sighed and got up,
      "I doubt that's the case Tommy, move." He stepped aside as Wilbur pushed past him.

       "What's going on?" Phil asked nervously, eyes shifting to the door and Will.
       "Just some people at the door who want to see me, don't worry about it." Wilbur assured. Phil gave a doubtful look before continuing his stew. Why did Tommy have to make such a ruckus? He cracked the door open to see the three people Tommy told him about.

      "Hello, are you Wilbur Soot?" The masked man asked.
       "Yeah... Is there a problem?" He asked, suddenly understanding Tommy's concern. These people looked hella suspicious. Especially with their matching armor.
       "Don't worry Mr. Soot, this is just a small interrogation." The masked man reassured. Wilbur opened the door more, stepping infront of it.
       "Go on..."
       "Do you happen have seen or know a strange creature by the name of Phil? Or Philza?" Wilburs heart dropped as the words left the man's mouth.
        "Huh?" The one with the headband spoke up.
        "You see, our names are Sapnap, Dream and George." He said, pointing to each person. "We work at the experimentation facility in catching escaped experiments. This certain one is very dangerous and has killed many of our subjects." Phil did? He had a hard time believing that.
       "So it's important that we catch it, so, have you seen it?" Dream spoke. Wilbur held up a hand,
       "I don't think so, let me ask the others real quick, wait out here." He slid back into the house and closed the door, silently locking it. He turned around to Tommy, giving him a slight panicked expression.

         "Oh no, we're getting evicted." He whispered. Wilbur sighed and shook his head. He leaned next to Tommy's ear and Whispered,
       "They found us, don't tell Phil." His eyes widened in realization. He nodded, running to grab Techno.

       You see, behind Phil's back, the three had designed an escape plan in case something like this happens. Well, more like Techno did. The plan was to convince Phil into following them and escape through the back door, while grabbing supplies, easy enough. Unless, Phil becomes suspicious. Which, if he was gonna be honest, was gonna be hard. The human knew almost all their habits and personalities. It was hard to slip something by Phil without him noticing.

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