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Phil had decided to write his son Wilbur a letter, as he usually does, it has become a weekly thing since Wilbur left home, Phil wasn’t in on technology so they just.. Used letters.
‘Dear Wilbur soot,
How’s life been in pogtopia since you started it up? Is tommy okay? Are you okay? And how’s L’manburg after you entrusted it to Tubbo?
-your dad, aka philza’
Obviously Phil didn’t yet know Wilbur lied to him in the letters
Well, its safe to say that he was worried when he didn’t receive a letter back that week, so, using his wings he flew to L’manburg, where he saw battle happening, he figured he didn’t want to engage in this battle so he kept low, or should I say hi? But he was shocked when they won and Wilbur walked away, Phil saw this as a moment to go talk to his son, then he walked in, he saw his Totally-not-insane son and a button- But that button- no, surely he wasn’t going to blow up l’manburg!
‘’there was a saying, by a traitor, a traitor I don’t know if you’ve heard of Eret?’’
‘’mhm.’’
‘’it was never meant to be’’
Then the button was pressed and well…Phil’s dad instincts kicked in, so, in mere seconds, philza took his son into his arms, and shielded both him and his son from the explosion, he remembers seeing Wilbur looking panicked as he dropped to the floor, then it all faded to black.
Next thing he knows he’s on the back of Techno’s horse, Wilbur on a horse next to him, they were going as quick as probably humanly possible, Phil had no idea where they were going but Techno and Wilbur looked panicked, then he looked at his wing and…
Oh.
Yeah, this was bad alright.
Then they arrived in a cabin in the snow, ‘’Is this Techno’s house?’’ Phil thought to himself as he was lifted off of his feet by techno
‘’Phil, Phil, are you alright Phil?!’’ Technoblade, said.
‘’A bit of backpain but it’ll go away’’ Phil said, looking up at the large piglin holding him
‘’Phil the snow is literally turning red because of your blood’’ Wilbur, his son. Said.
Techno looked at Wilbur ‘’lets get this old man patched up.’’
‘’I am not old you little shits!’’ Phil let out a laugh that was immediately replaced by a cough.
And well, now he was laying in his bed, wings bandaged, it became apparent to Phil then, he was NOT going to be able to fly like this, if he was even ever able to fly again.
‘’hey Phil’’ techno walked into the room.
‘‘hi mate’’
‘’We were wondering, since the wings probably impacted your balance….Can you stand?’’
He knew, he knew the answer was no.
‘’Its worth a try.’’ Phil said, trying not to worry his 7 foot tall piglin best friend.
And then he tried, let out a loud ‘OW’ and fell to the floor.
‘’PHIL’’ Techno said, lifting Phil up and placing him on the bed.
‘’As I said, worth a try.’’
‘’You got hurt!’’
‘’So?’’
Then Wilbur came up.
‘’Daaaaaaaaddddd’’ Wilbur said ‘’L’manburg is trying to arrest us all on treason and terrorism charges’’
‘’us all as in you and techno or us all as in you, techno and me?’’ Phil said
‘’just me and techno’’
‘’thank fuck’’
‘’WHAT DO YOU MEAN THANK FUCK’’
‘’Mate, I don’t want to be a wanted fugitive in a country I entered once!’’
‘’Guys I think we should focus more on the fact Phil is horribly injured.’’ Techno interrupted.
‘’Yeah, you’re right’’ Wilbur agreed.
‘’Guys I’m fi-‘’
‘’PHIL YOUR WINGS LITERALLY GOT BLOWN UP.’’ Techno interrupted Phils sentence.
‘’Mate, don’t worry it’ll heal I swear’’
‘’not if its not treated well it won’t’’
‘’Fineeee’’ Phil said, letting out a sign right after.
‘’Also Wilbur you will be helping, this is your fault’’ Techno said, looking at Wilbur.
‘’How is it my fault?!’’ Wilbur said, sounding slightly offended
‘’SORRY WHO CAUSED THE EXPLOSION THAT BLEW UP PHILS WINGS?’’
‘’Me’’
‘’exactly.’’
Phil laughed at the boys fighting, his son and his best friend, it was great really, despite the current situation, which wasn’t ideal, he was in pain, a lot of it too, but he was home, he was comfy, and that made the situation slightly more bearable.
Techno turned to Phil ‘’Right, we need to get you something so you can actually stand and walk’’
‘’cane?’’ Wilbur said
‘’cane.’’ Techno repeated
‘’Hell no, ill be able to walk soon I-‘’
‘’No Phil, You need to be able to walk, me and Wilbur cant be here to help you 24/7’’ Techno cut Phil off, Phil supposed he was right.
‘’Fine.’’ Phil said with a sigh
‘’Where do we get a cane anyway?’’ Wilbur said.
‘’I can probably make one’’ Techno says.
At this point Techno’s ‘’Chat’’ as he called them, were screaming
‘’OLDZA’’
‘’OLD MAN’’
‘’INJURED’’
‘’HELP PHIL’’
‘’HURTZA’’
‘’WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS WINGS I JUST GOT HERE’’
‘’shut up chat’’ Techno mumbled to himself
Phil looked tired, and like a mess, he was covered in ashes and burn scars, these had ice packs on them, which was weird considering they were in the arctic, he doesn’t think anyone in antarctica ever needs an ice pack, it was bullshit, in Phils opinion.
‘’right lets get these wounds bandaged, Wilbur hand me the bandages’’ Techno said, and then wilbur walked out of the room.
‘’Its good to see you again old friend’’ Phil said, looking in technos eyes
‘’Yeah, I wish it was in a better situation, though’’
Phil nodded in agreement. He was glad to see his buddy, his friend, his old co-emperor.
‘’I guess you wont have to help me preen my wings as much now, though.’’ Phil joked
‘’that’s true, that’s true, but I have to take care of you more now though’’ Techno replied
‘’No the hell you don’t’’
‘’Yes I do philza I don’t take backtalk.’’
‘’Fine.’’
Then Wilbur walked in with the bandages.
‘’I got the bandages’’
‘’good give them here so I can patch up the old man’’’
Wilbur hands techno the bandages and starts bandaging the burn scars, in other words, he wrapped Phils chest and back up in bandages like a fucking mummy.
‘’Can you at least make them a bit looser?’’ Phil said
‘’I’m not going to redo that, are you crazy?!’’ Techno answered.
‘’Fine whatever’’
Phil laid down and fell asleep, he was happy that he had people who cared about him.