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“Will?” Phil asked, opening the door to the living room. “Have you seen my copy of the greatest movie of all time?”. Phil glances into the room. The bland beige colour of the room is only broken by the bright yellow colour of his son Wilbur's sweater. He wonders for a second where his son's girlfriend is, before just assuming that she went to the bathroom or something.
“You mean ‘seventeen again’?” the teenager asks, taking a sip from his blue stained ceramic cup and running a hand through his fluffy brown locks.
“Yeah” the blonde man responds.
“I'm pretty sure it fell in the hole” Wilbur said, looking down at the floor by his feet.
“What hol-OH MY GOD!” Phil jumped back in shock, letting out a shrill scream. There, just a little bit from where he had just been standing, is a hole. The floorboards that he just had installed are cracked and splintered around it. He cannot see the bottom. His oldest son looks at him with a disinterested look on his face and keeps sipping from his cup. Phil is pretty sure that they do not own any blue mugs, but he has more important things to worry about.
“What is that?” Phil is starting to think that he really should be getting more sleep.
“It's a hole.” The younger one says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. And maybe it is. What else could it be?
“Yes I can see that,” Phil does not understand how Wilbur is holding it together like he is. “But what's it doing there?” He tiptoes over to the hole to take a quick look and all that greets him is inky darkness.
“I woke up this morning,” he takes another sip and gulps audibly “and there was a hole.”
“But what are we going to do about it?” The father asks, crossing his arms over his chest repeatedly glancing back to the hole indecisively.
“Well I put a rug over it” the brunette says, smirking and overall looking all too smug for Phil’s taste. “And it fell in the hole.”
“Should we call the police or something?” Phil honestly has no idea what you are even supposed to do when a hole randomly appears in your living room floor.
“Ah yeah. I called the police yeah” Wilbur says with a little shrug of his shoulders and another sip of his cup.
“Well, where are they?” Phil asks, looking around expectantly.
“In the hole.” The answer makes Phil feel like he is being watched, bringing an unwanted shiver through his body.
“Will…” He doesn't like where this is going. “Where is your girlfriend?”
He doesn't get a response. Wilbur simply averts his eyes and takes another, loud, sip from his cup.
“Where is your girlfriend?” He is sterner this time, hands clenched tightly at his sides.
“She's at work.” Will answers with a grin. Phil sighs with relief, knowing his son likes to pull pranks on him.
“Oh yeah” Phil breathes out “Where does she work again?”
“In the hole.”
“GOOD GOD! How deep even is this thing?” The blonde's hand gestures are getting wilder as he paces lines into the floor. His eyes lock onto the mug in his oldest’s hands. He has an idea. He takes the cup, and drops it in the hole. At first they hear it falling and then… nothing. No crash. No nothing. Just silence.
“That was my favourite mug,” Will says, glaring slightly at his father. “Now it's in the hole.”
“Wilbur do you even know what this is?” Phil asks, pacing back and forth “I mean for all we know it could be an interdimensional wormhole or-or a gateway to hell or-” glancing back up to where Wilbur had once stood he was met with empty space.
“Will?” no answer. “Wilbur?” still no answer. “WILBUR!” the father screams, staring in horror down at the hole. In that moment it felt like time stopped all together. Sweat clinging to his brow as he searches for any sign of his boy in the h-
Chunch!
”hey what up? I got a snack.” The sound of his eldest son biting into an apple with that same smug look on his face puts a halt to his panicking thoughts.
“Will! Will you please take this seriously!” the blonde man asks exasperated, gripping his shoulder length hair in distress.
But then… a grotesque rotting hand reaching out of the hole. The skin flakes off in large chunks. Phil lets out a panicked scream and scrambles backwards until his back hits the old couch behind him. “WHAT IS THAT?!”
His screams are silenced moments later as Wilbur pulls out a gun seemingly out of nowhere and shoots the thing trying to escape the hole.
“What was that?” Phil asks, gesturing with only slightly shaking hands.
“Hole person.”
“Where did they come from?” Phil asks. Will just looks at him, making a face. It takes a few seconds and then…”right. The hole.”
“Why are you so calm about this?” he finally asks his son, just feeling done with the whole situation in itself.
“I'm more worried about the space octopus.” is the only answer the father gets in response.
“What space octopus?” a terrifying screeching sound fills his ears as a long blue tentacle emerges from the cupboard right behind his son towards him. It is thick and seems to be dripping something similar to ink. It makes its way towards him and wraps itself around him multiple times before pulling him into the cupboard.
“That one.” the brown haired boy says as he watches before turning around towards the sink to get a new cup.
“Oh. here it is.” he says amusedly as he picks up the movie ‘seventeen again’ from the counter and chucks it in the trash.