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Dream had finally gotten out with Technos help a week ago, He sometimes paid a visit to the piglin but it wasn't often so when he was at home he would debate with himself of where else to go.
He couldn't go see Sapnap or Karl, Karl would tell Sapnap anyways and Sapnap obviously wanted nothing to do with dream.
Sam was trying to keep Dream in prison.
Quackity would just kill him on the spot.
Everyone wanted to kill him.

Maybe, just maybe, George found Mercy.? Maybe George would still be by Dreams side just like old times. Just like the times when it was peaceful and they'd sit in the flower fields off the horizon of spawn.
Maybe George would look at him the same.

So dream headed off. Headed towards Georges old burned home to see its ruins and if there were any trace of where George may have gone since the imprisonment.

As he stepped foot of the grounds to the house now made of ashes and dust. He didn't need to look. He could see George sat in front of it, asleep peacefully like nothing of the wild could just grab him and leave. He was leaned on the old wood that could support his fragile body, his dark brunette hair lay in front of his closed eyes, his cheeks were rosey most likely from the breeze that was around before he got there.
Dream had stepped close enough that he could almost feel the sleepy aura around George that kept the brunette comfortable where he was.

Dream was about to put a hand to George's cheek when the male had woken up and stared at Dream with conflicted eyes.

George was staring at Dream, the dirty blonds hair was longer than he remembered, his eyes were a soft hazel just like they had always been, he wore his usual green sweater that had Georges stitching into it from before they fell apart, from before.. everything.

Dream could see the look in Georges eyes as slowly but surely, it changed from conflicted to curious and then to furious. George was Furious with him and pushed Dream away from him with his feet to the mans chest, and he began to scream at him.
"What're you doing here asshole!" He screamed
"You're the only person I thought I could see." Dream spoke, but obviously it was the wrong thing to say.
"You need to stay away from me! You said you would protect me and you failed. You said you weren't gonna hurt him but you did. You are a Liar dream. And you always will be."

Dream stared at George, that was unexpected.
He stood up "I thought you'd be happy I'm back." He saw George shake his head
"I'd never be happy to see a murderer had escaped prison."

The year prior
"Dreeam! You need to take better care of your hair!"
"Why should I?" He smiled as the other attempted at braiding it
"So that this can go smoothly and i dont feel like my fingers are gonna come off?!" George huffed as he used the hair tie to finish the giant braid "There. Done."
Dream chuckled at Georges pouting "Its only this long for you, You said you liked to play with my hair but I warned you and you didn't listen"

Present
Dream stared at George still, if George really hated him so much then there was no use in it.
He grabbed the hair that Techno had shoved into a ponytail and pulled out his sword, he saw fear draw into George eyes as if he thought Dream would hurt him. But instead, he held the sword up and-

SHHNK

His ponytail fell to the ground. Some of his hair stuck to his sweater and a few spread onto the grass. The hair fresh cut now flowed into his face, light waves moved as he shook his head for his hair to flow better than it did. He cut off a whole 6 inches of dirty blond hair and now he felt himself smile.

George couldn't believe his eyes. He watched Dream throw away the only thing that Dream physically did for him. Because it was something he expressed he liked. And Dream cut it off. He cut George off.

Dream put his sword away "If i failed to protect you. Dont count on me when they turn their back. I sat and marked in those books every single DAY I spent in that heat box for the day i could see you only for you to say I cant Protect you. Goodbye George. I'll see you in hell."

And he walked away, never wanting to be seen again by anyone. To hide away and wish he could just crumble into nothing as he changed from walking to running, he ran and he ran until he couldn't. Until he found his home. His hole in the ground of a home.

Fin.

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It was no secret that Punz loved Dream, Dream knew it too but it was hard to love eachother when he was stuck in Prison, so Punz snuck fake flowers and notes into Dreams food trays that he hid behind his lectern.

What Dream didn't know was that Punz was suffering without him, suffocating without him there with no cure. Punz everyday would run out of breath just getting to the prison to beg Sam or Quackity to let him see the prisoner but they never caved, not until they saw how each day he got paler and it was harder for him to catch his breath to the point he almost passed out before he could ask. That was the day Sam got worried even with Quackity screaming no in his ears that Punz must be somehow faking it. Sam was done watching him look Ill and run miles just to see Dream. Sam was careful with Punz because he just felt so frail, easy to break in the creeper-hybrids arms.

When Sam got just about to the platform, he let the lava drain and he could see the look on dreams masked face as he saw how bad of condition Punz was truly in. Earlier when he was given his lunch with the note from the day before, Punz had wrote to him very little

"I'll be with you soon my love -Punz ❤️"

Now Dream understands. Punz was dying while he was in here being tortured by Quackity to the point his eye was blind and his voice was so raspy his yells were whispers.

Punz' head lulled to the side to see Dream against the wall, a clock next to him and a giant pile of flowers, some torn and some protectively in his lap.

Sam slowly walked onto the platform, even with Quackity trying to pull the man twice his height and weight away from it but gave up. Quackity only waited on the other side as Sam walked with the moving platform, he had a soft look to his black eyes, once on the other side Q had opened the cell fully and Dream sprinted up to grab punz, tears running down his face. He didn't even cry like this when Quackity hit him.
Dream never showed any emotion but anger or regret in front of his abuser. But Sam has seen this side to him, Sam was there at Dreams sleepless nights, Sam was there when Dream had a panic attack and it got hard to breath from his returning asthma. Sam was there for the ram-hybrid and now he was there for Punz too, he knelt down and held Punz in a way to he could lay comfortably and Dream could still hold him close like a teddy bear.

Punz was having such a hard time breathing the hot air that dream was trying to help him breathe. Dream couldn't believe that this was happening, so he just pulled himself as close as he could to Punz and whispered prayers to a god he didn't believe was real. Sam felt his heart ache at seeing such a sight, Dream had his head pressed to Punz' chest, listening to his breath and how it came out in wheezes. Even as Punz coughed it was wheezed but what concerned the ram more, was the bloody petals, the dark red dripping off rose petals and leaves, the red that slowly dripped from his soft pink lips, the way his eyes seemed to drain slowly.

"Sam, Sam he needs a doctor! Please!" The blond sobbed out but the creeper shook his head "It's too late Dream.. by the time we hit the nether the flowers will wilt and puncture his lungs. I'm sorry.." Sam couldn't hold back his own tears, he couldn't even begin to imagine how hurt Dream much feel, how much his heart stings to see his Love after a year only to see him die in the cell that haunts him every waking moment.

Dream hit the floor but it did nothing as he tried to scream " No.! Y-You can still help him..! Please..! G-Give him your mask with Oxygen attached.!"
Sam could only shake his head and bite back more tears. Punz looked up at Dream with the softest smile as he tried to speak "I love you, don't forget i-it.." it was so hard, so so hard to speak. It hurt so much and it sounded so struggled but he couldn't hear himself think. All he could hear was how horrible condition his love was in, he could just barely see how his eye had a slight drop with no color to it, or how the black face mask he had on was ripped in a few places, he could also see how his freckles traced up his cheeks and how his soft green eye had tears staining rosey scared cheeks, or how his once short and sorta curly dirty blond hair had grown down to his shoulders to be more wavy and disheveled. He could see how his jaw shook with each breath and how his chest moved with each gasping breath from returning asthma and sobs of watching color drain from his face, he needed to hold him but he was so weak, his arm was slow to move as he reached up to softly caress the rams cheek, wiping away stray tears that fell from such pretty emerald green eyes.

Dream watched his lover closely, watching his arm shakily and slowly move to grab his cheek, even after he lightly flinched at the touch he only wanted to get closer and so he did, he leaned his head into the soft cold touch, which only to him was cold because of how his body got used to such hot temperatures, it only made his sobbing worse and Sam had to reach into his belt pocket to grab his inhaler and hold it to his mouth, Dream shakily followed and took it, knowing full well Punz knew his asthma was just returning after almost 10 years of it being gone, he grew out of it until the air conditions around him got worse.
Punz only watched as Sam took care of his love, his sweet sweet soulmate. He careful moved his hand from Dreams cheek to tap Sam a bit, his voice just above a struggled whisper "Please.. t-ake care of him.. Patches is st-ill at h-ome.."
Sam only nodded and rubbed the hand the held his arm "I'll make sure Patches is fed and Dream is Safe, I promise you that.." the warden said.

Quackity was still at the other side of the bridge just watching. He was watching as his own heart was breaking, he had relationship struggles but when he lost Schlatt he was happy, but Schlatt was an abusive drunk, Punz and Dream loves eachother so much like he did Sapnap and Karl, but they only left, Quackity now saw true love before him being purely broken beyond repair.

Dream carefully laid down and cuddled up to his dying lover, he wanted to stay like that forever, to forever hold Punz so he could never die, to pause time and stay like that, he imagine a world where they were old in bed with some music playing that they love, he softly hummed and Punz did his best to join along but was silent, his heart beat was slow and his breath was raspy.

~+A month Later+~

Dream was allowed to go home, to see his cat, Patches, and to see how Punz kept the place. Sam stayed by his side and locked the door even though Dream had no ideas to escape.
He picked up Patches and held her close, he was slowly healing so he wasn't in such a bad condition as he was previously.
Sam looked around, seeing the old photos of the Dream team, a photo of Dream and Techno, and some others as well.

Dream slowly walked to the bedroom, still holding his cat as he went up to the hospital bed and sat down on the edge of it, carefully holding the hand of the man sitting there peacefully asleep. He gently caressed the others cheek as a tear fell down slowly on his own. Patches meowed and got up from Dreams arms, carefully laying herself next to the medicated males head.

"I can see your getting better my love.. we got the flowers out but doctor isn't sure if they're gonna start growing back.. i know it hurts but you'll feel better soon my love.. i cant wait for when you wake up and I can hear you call my name.. hear you tell me your okay and that you love me.." Patched began to purr softly and Punz, the man in the bed, began to open his eyes, there were tubes down his throat and one in his arm, giving him blood, nutrition, and air as if he was in a coma.

Dream carefully leaned down and hugged him so close, he was so afraid he had lost Punz and here he was coming in and out of consciousness before falling back asleep once more "I will wait for you.. My love.."

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    " What are you doing."

Wilbur froze as he heard the voice of his father. " Phil…?"

 "What are you doing…?" Phil asked quietly, he was almost too scared of what he might see. Wilbur looked around the room a bit "What- you- How? You- this is-... I’m not- I wasn’t doing anything! We just- We just made Tubbo president!" Wilbur paused to nervously laugh to his father, who's wings were full and angelic. everything Wilbur wasn't. "We- Um- We elected Tubbo president and we won! We won the war! Schlatt’s gone! Schlatt’s gone, Phil- So, it’s um-"

" Uh-huh. Uh-huh. So. You are… where exactly now…?" Phil wasn't believing anything his son had to say. Hesitantly, Wilbur spoke " In L’Manburg… This sort- The area- You wouldn’t know! I don’t think you’ve been here, but it’s the area around L’Manbur- It’s complicated. It’s geograp- Geography in that, you know it’s- It’s…" Wilbur inhaled through his nose deeply, then turned around. only to see his fathers face. Color drained from his face as realization poured into his mind. His eyes locking with the angel of deaths.

" Phil…?" The Arsonists voice, for the just about first time in months, was the quietest its ever been. " Uh-hm. In L’manburg… You said." is all Philza's response was. he sounded disappointed in Wilbur.

" The- This is L’Man- This- Okay… I will admit… Do you know what this button is…?" Wilbur asked, he felt insanity starting to cloud his mind, voices screaming everything Phil has said to him since he first spoke that day.

"Uh-huh. I do." The angel said. there was SO MUCH fucking Disappointment on his face and it made Wilbur want to crumble. " Have you heard the- the song- on the walls? Before? Have you heard the song? I was just saying- I made this big point and it made- it was poignant , and it was the- it’s um…" He looked at the signs " There was a special place, where men could go-" He quieted once more, taking deep breaths of air that wasn't there. " But that’s not there anymore, you know? It’s not-"

"It is there…! You’ve just- You’ve just won it back , Will…!" But Phil was cut off. 

"PHIL- I’M ALWAYS SO CLOSE TO PRESSING THIS BUTTON, PHIL!" He raised his hands to grab at his hair and pull. his eyes on the button. "I’ve been here- I’ve been here like seven or eight times! I’ve been here- seven or eight times…!"

Phil sighed softly and looked at Wilbur softly, What happened between the lines of his letters? was there more than his son told him? "And you want to just blow it all up… ?" Wilbur took in a deep breath and turned to his dad, his fingers slowly letting go " I- I do… I think I-" Wilbur sniffled, which cut himself off. What has he come too. Phil gave his son a once over, then spoke once more " You fought so hard to get this- this land back . So hard…!"

"I don’t even- I don’t even know if it works anymore, Phil. I don’t even know if the button works. I could- I could… press it and it might…?" What if it exploaded? what if it didnt? What if this was just a fucking dream and he was still sleeping on the floor of pogtopia? Or what if NONE of it was real and he's just in a coma?

"You really wanna take that risk…? There is a lot of TNT potentially connected to that button." Phil reached out a hand to Wilbur, in hopes they could just leave this little hidey hole.

"Phil-" Wilbur began.

"There was a saying, Phil…"
"uh… by a traitor"
"uhm… once part of L’Manburg."
"A traitor, I don’t know if you’ve heard about Eret…?"

"Yeah…?" Phils heart began to race, his only heart at that.

"He had a saying, Phil." The Anarchist turned to look at the stone button. then down at his hands.

Phil only stared at Wilbur, hand still out for him.
"It was never meant to be…?"

Wilburs fist slammed on the button and his body didnt move. But Philza's did. If someone were to see exactly how he reacted? They'd say it was a dad reaction. a spontantious instinct to protect his son, his sweet little song bird.

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"Hey Songbird.?" the blond spoke, and the little brunette looked up to his father "Yes Dad?" the small 6 year old responded. "If I leave this world to meet your mother sooner than I wish, will you take care of Tommy and Techno.?"
Tommy was laid in the mans arms, and Techno was out somewhere, probably to get some Firewood, the piglin anarchist was only visiting anyways.
"But why Me Dad.? What if I'm not strong enough to keep Tom safe.?"

"I'm sure you'll do everything I would, My songbird.."

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Wilbur felt the ground beneath his feet disappear, because his father picked him up, but was too late to move out of the way of the tnt.

It was fine for a moment. and then a blood curdling Scream left Phils lips. Wilbur thought he might go deaf with how loud the TNT and screams were. He did it! It was gone! But.. At what cost..? They both collapsed to the ground and Wilbur hit his head against the safety of the chair.

Wilbur looked at his father and seen it. the cost was Philzas only Life.
Philzas Back was burnt to a crisp, to the point his bones could be seen through his charring skin. and his wings were turned into nothing but Firey ashes and just more bones and melting skin.

Another scream sounded out of Phil, somehow 20 times more painful that the first. the mans grip on his son was strong but starting to slowly release. Was he..? No! Not yet.!

Wilbur could see People fighting in the distance. He wanted to be the one Dying in Phils Arms! to say he got to feel the Sweet release of death by Her Angels hands! But no! His father! Her Angel!
He felt tears build up in his eyes as he looked down at his fathers tense face. Phil was holding onto Wilbur like a lifeline as his body continued to burn like a skywalker.

"DAAAD! NO!" Was all he could scream out in pain. Lifting the man in his arms to be more face to face, careful to not touch his injuries.

"SOMEONE HELP! PLEASE!" he screamed, looking out at the battlefield where Technos whole body whipped around. The piglin man, the man who had been His fathers best-friend for centuries, did everything he could to run to Phil. But everyone would rather keep the 'Violent Anarchist' from taking Phils life himself. they didn't understand. None of them ever fucking understood why Techno was so Okay with Wilbur of all people!

It took a few minutes of fighting before Tubbo caught it and screamed "STAND DOWN! NOW! GIVE TECHNO YOUR HEALING POTS AND LET HIM GO" Everyone raised their heads and screamed back, but Niki listened "No we need too! Look! An innocent man is dying and Techno is the quickest person to get up there!" After that, Fundy followed, recognizing the burning man from old Photos as his Grandfather. he gave every regen and healing potion he had on him to techno which wasn't much. Then everyone else followed.

Techno grabbed as much as he could carry and raced straight to his best-friends side. As soon as he stood on the same ground as Wilbur and Phil, he opened a healing potion and carefully poured it over Phils back, watching as it healed and listening as Phil screamed of Pain into Wilburs now Bloody white shirt. But it was futile. They Moved him to be against the cold wall and t helped to ground Phil for just a bit longer.

The burns were too bad, and no matter how much they gave Phil, it didn't stop him from inching closer and closer. and Wilbur couldn't help how many tears fell at seeing his fathers Breathing start to slow, and how his father only looked at Him in the Eyes. and how Phil quietly muttered. "I'm sorry.. my.. songbird..." he whispered, it was so so quiet, but the world felt so loud as everyone just watched him slowly grow paler.

Techno couldn't help the slow tears that fell from his eyes, and unbelievable words left his mouth. "Phil.. do you want me to end this quickly for you.? I- I don't wish to see you suffering.."

Phil looked his old friend in the eyes, tears beginning his Ocean blue eyes that matched ruby red "I'd rather you carry the weight of seeing it than doing it techno.. I'll be okay.. just.. Can we.. go home..?" Phils breaths became almost wheezed as he struggled, it hurt to try and take in a deep breath.

Techno wiped away tears as he took off his iconic Cape to Wrap Philza in, and it was apparently perfect timing as Phil carefully whispered in Technos ear “Why is it so cold.. Tech..?” 
Phil was wrapped carefully, as if swaddled like a baby, the cape held Phil together in a way that only made this hurt more. There was so much blood of Phil from his burns. Techno knew that Phil had injured himself recently as well and the stitched wounds on his arm and chest were re-opened and bleeding out into his cape.

Wilbur couldn’t do anything but Watch, watch as the piglin held up Philzas body Bridal style within the cape. It was hard to miss the sounds of wheezing breaths and how his eyes were trying desperately to close.

”I’ll get you Home Phil, that way you can show Kristin as soon as your re-united..” Techno said softly, Everyone on the ground was it shock at how gentle the war criminal was being with the injured Elytrian.

the world was getting colder around Phil, the only thing that opposed that was the radiating warmth Techno gave off, the piglin was always like a quick heater against Cold nights. He could stay like this forever, content in his best-friends arms and dying alongside his sons Unfinished Symphony.

Wilbur has seen the process of Phil falling asleep more times than he can count, In bed with Wilbur after reading him bedtime stories, on the couch after they had movie night, curled up on the kitchen floor drunk on his anniversary. It was all too alike but this one was much different, because he wasn’t going to sleep but Dying.

there was quiet struggled chirps and coes leaving the mans throat as he pressed his face as close to the Piglin as he could. Techno gave everyone a stern look “I need to take him home. Follow if you wish, but my reign against this nations government does not end but only worsens. Be prepared.”

it pained Phil to hear his best friend talk about destroying things. he managed to wiggle his hand out of the swaddle of a cape he was put into, and it cupped Technos chin, fingers ghosting over Technos cheek and the blood dried on it. “Leave them… alone tech… they don't… don't listen… you know th-that…”

Techno felt tears starting once again, and Rain began to fall around them. Niki was doing her best to climb up the rocks but Techno jumped down to her level instead. He let her see Phil in his bloody glory.
Out of her pocket, she pulled out a cookie and carefully placed it in Phils unknowingly open hand that was half numb, he almost didn't feel it as it was put down.

Wilbur followed Techno, careful to take off his beanie and look at Techno, as if asking the piglin for permission. Techno huffed but leaned phil a bit higher so Wilbur could carefully place the Beanie onto Phils head since his hat was blown-off and actually still burning. Then Wilbur ran off to climb the rocks swiftly and fetch Phils hat.

Techno took it as opportunity because he stepped to the side away from everyone by about 10 feet or so, then pulled out his trident and began to fly off, the rain allowing them to get to the portal in seconds. The warmth of the nether did nothing against Phils shivering, He didn't have time to watch, but he had time to run.

So techno ran.

he ran through the nether with a speed he didn’t believe he had.

breaking through a few layers of netherack had brought him to the most beautiful portal. Which instead of Purple, had a slightly Blue hue to it.

on the otherside was what Phil always called ‘Hardcore.’

Techno brought him Home, within a beautiful land crafted by Philza Himself, and set him within a bed within view of the portal, it was a bed set outside so He could see the sky. And Techno laid him down carefully on the nested bed, covered in Blankets and pillows and old tattered clothes. A nest that would make Phil feel safer than Technos arms he supposed, but then again there was clearly room on Phils bed for one more because the Elytrian weakly pulled at Technos sleeve with a begging face.

Techno chuckled softly “Fine fine, you needy old man”

he got into the bed and held Phil carefull in his arms again. Phil sat Sideways on his lap and technos arms around him.

”Techno.. I’m scared.. to.. never see.. you again…” he wheezed out, voice hoarse but willing. Techno seen it now, Phil was terrified of death. 

“Dont worry Phil, to the gates of Hell and back.. But why did you do it.? Why didn’t you let the tnt hit Wilbur.?”

phil stuttered, then finally got the last of his strength to speak “For my sons..? Anything…”

it was only a few moments more, the sunrise over the horizon, a sweet pink sky that matched the Piglins hair, and as the sun was Half down, Phil was fully gone. The man was officially named as dead, and it was Technos duty to secure this place of Everything he worked for, it was Technos job to find where Phil put his Will in this messily organized place, and find where Phil wanted to be buried.

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its been a year since Phil died, Phils wings were carefully plucked of a few feathers to create charms for those stated in his will. His wings were later cremated and spread with the ashes of Lmanberg. His body was buried in the artic within a glass dome that held things inside that Techno carried Shulker after shulker of shit from, all of it being from Hardcore, the animals Phil had there were cared for by Techno of course.

Despite the will saying that Wilbur was to take his place and become the next angel of death, to take on the light his Father spread. Wilbur refused it at every single point. He wasnt his father and would never be him.

but it was a good thing that Techno was so so Considerate because when the world needed it, Techno came across a certain little Egg on Hardcore, a certain little dragon who got un-needibly attached to a duck floatie Phil had laying around from when Wilbur was just a tot.

Techno did it all, he kept in mind Every lesson of non-violence that Phil taught him.

people think that Techno was trying to take Phils place, and some tried to fight with him about it by calling him Un-fit.

”I remember Phils words, telling me it’ll be difficult for anyone to replace him, but he didn't want me to, he wanted me to find someone to.”

thats all he would tell them, then he would leave. So he was a bit of a dick? He was still trying to get over his bestfriends death a year later.

a year became 2. He grew closer with the small egg Chayanne, he told the hatchling all about Phil, told him all about the Arctic empire, even if that was Centuries ago.

Wilbur was appointed as Tommys caretaker in Philzas will, but Wilbur was loosing himself to almost every possible addiction that he ended up getting himself put into Pandoras Vault. Which meant Techno was left with Tommy and Cheyanne.

He watched them grow, he fit himself into a brotherly role for Tommy and Uncle role for Cheyanne, Sweet kids they were. Chaotic, but sweet.

Techno taught Cheyanne to fight, and Cheyanne became quick with a blade, it was almost scary how alike to Phil he held the sword.

One day, Cheyanne came home from School on the QSMP to see him holding someones hand. A little girl who looked like Wilbur.

”This is Tío Techno! And theres my Papa Philza!” The hatchling said excitedly. The little girl looked up at him, It was scary how much she looked like him.

”Abuelito..?” Her voice was quiet as she stared at the fireplace.

Techno turned his head. And he seen a ghostly figure appearing in the room slowly. It was Phil. Philza was a ghost kneeling directly in front of the fireplace in Technos cabin, his wings were simple tattoos on his back that could only be seen because Phils usual kimono had a triangle out of the back as if part of the design.

The mans hair was a mess, and Techno seen he held a cup of hot cocoa. “phil..?”

his voice was quiet. Silence filling the room until Cheyenne screeched and ran over, hugging his ‘papa’. The little girl followed and yelled out “Abuelito!”

Techno later learned her name was Tallulah, Wilbur somehow switched Servers from Within the prison to have a kid on the qsmp, telling everyone there that he was on tour but he was actually here in prison.

The kids spent a lot of time with Techno, and The ghost came around more often. Eventually though, the eggs stopped coming by. And all the ghost did was curl in the corners of the room and cry. It cried and cried until its vocal cords were hoarse.

it only calmed when the eggs came back. The hatchlings were scared this time, hatred poured from Cheyannes veins and Tallulah never stopped shaking.

it took weeks for Techno to repair the damage done to these kids minds. Even if he was bad at it, But Phil stayed as a voice in his head and guided his way. The voices have never been quieter than when he sat with them in a flower field, letting Cheyanne spar against a tree and Tallulah fill his hair with roses of all colors.

Life was peaceful for them, the anarchist found himself not longing for blood for weeks on end, it only came again when mobs were near, and all they did was direct them to the kill and avoid the hatchlings. Unlike the old voices where they would tell him to kill everything in sight. Splatter blood of anyone in his way.

Either the voices adore these kids, or Phil put them in their damn place, or both.

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Philza was known to dwale. Techno knew he did, he would watch the man in a dazed state walk around the fences keeping them safe of mods and over time Techno could count the amount of claw marks. So many there that the old ones began to wear and look almost natural in the strong wood. Techno would watch Phils movements, practiced and slow and fragile. Even the smallest of noises send him back to his house to wait an hour before retrying, like a ritual. It gave Techno a sense of dysphoria each time he seen it, watching the man leave his house with spread wings and walk un-evenly in the footprints of past nights. Watched how he held out both hands and seen his talons drag against the fence, other hand held out like someone would join him to hold it. Techno would watch quietly from his room and lean on the bell as Phil danced in a practiced way, arms as if around a person, then spinning them, then holding again. It was like Phil was stuck and dazed, forced to remember an old dance from thousands of years ago. Techno loved to watch how Phil would dwale each night, and as soon as Ranboo began living with them, he told him that at certains times of night he had to be home and extra quiet. Ranboo never questioned and left a note etched into the back of his memory book, times to be awake and asleep for “An efficient and peaceful day” as Techno explained and no further. Until he witnessed it. Ranboo was the only other person to have ever witnessed this behavior. One day he was up late because he couldnt sleep, the voices in his head grown too strong to ignore so he went to make some hot cocoa to calm his nerves. He seen Phil exit his home and limb to the fence, leaving claw marks in it and following the footsteps that Techno told him to not step in or move. Techno reminded him every night to be asleep and would tell him in the morning when safe to come out. He watched as Phil danced, and the silhouette of a woman with a large sunhat make of smoke appeared in his arms.

Phil kept his eyes closed, and Ranboo went to open his door, forgetting everything Techno tried to warn him to not do.
His door clicked and Phil paused. Eyes glowing bright against the soft snow, back towards Ranboo. His wings practically snapped open, forever known to never glide with the wind between the soft galaxy black feathers.
Techno seen the reaction, and panicked, quickly looking out his other window to see Ranboo standing at his door and staring at Phil. He threw on his cape and raced outside but he was near too late.

Ranboo was forced to crouch beneath the angels gaze. Talons just beginning to dig into Ranboos throat as piercing green eyes dug into his very soul.
Techno ran over and Phil was practically gone as soon as the piglin was within 10 feet of them.
Techno felt a weight on his shoulders and looked up to see Phil was Perched on him. Damn bird man.
Techno Raised a hand and Phil inspected it, poking it and tilting his head every which way, turning the hand in front of him and dragging his talons against the scars before seeming to calm. Techno just seemed to realize how much he was acting like a bird after disturbed, and how much he seemed to calm, his chest not heaving as much and head not making such fast tilted movements.

The was a faint panting in front of him, oh right, Ranboo.
Ranboo looked at Phil in fear, as many do. And Techno chuckled “I warned you, don’t disturb the bird, I wasn’t even sure he’d react like this but, we’ll have to ask before it happens again.”

Phil stared down into Technos eyes, his hair was practically up in each direction like his wings feathers, disoriented and in need of preening/brushing.
Techno hummed and let phil stay there, walking to Ranboo and hearing Phil chirp from where he perched. Allowing Ranboo to take Technos hand and stand, legs shaking of fear and close to giving out under him. The piglin felt the Avians weight lift off his shoulders as it changed to be on Ranboos shoulders, The tallest now trembling more as the Avian perched on his shoulders and bent over at the waist to look him in the face, head tilted left and eyes searching his soul like he wanted to steal it.

Philza was fucking scary like this. But the next morning after Ranboo couldn’t sleep and Techno basically watched Phil all night do his little ritual before taking him inside and they both cuddle. Techno woke up alone on his sleeping bag in front of the fire, snow had fallen all over Phil that night so he needed to set up the fire to burn for a good few hours. It held fresh wood and he could smell hot cocoas being made, the sound of metal on ceramic giving away that Phil took out Technos nice teacups.

The piglin moved to lay on his chest and felt a feather poke him in the nose and arm, damnit, Phil was Molting again.
Techno simply got up and groaned, looking at Phil as the 3 teacups were placed down. Techno found it humorous how often he sat and Watched his friend walk right out the door and Fetch Ranboo who was standing outside on the porches, Afraid to even be touched by the father who knew something was wrong.
He woke up huddled to the fire with Techno holding him with piglin brute strength and Ranboo staring at him with fear at any movement he made. Especially his hands. The avian watched the piglin awake with groggy eyes while he made hot chocolate, finally prepared to talk about how he’d dwale about at night since it clearly had an effect.
He walked out the front door to see the half and half hybrid, Phil was smiling softly and trying to look as docile as possible for the other. Ranboo clearly heard him and he shifted, fingers trembling at the idea he may be in troubke for whatever happened last night that left marks on his throat.
“Mornin’ mate,” Phil started, standing next to Ranboo where he was sat on the porch and leaned on the railing, watching the dogs as they played or barked or slept. Phil let himself relax a bit, “We need to talk inside, if thats alright?”

Phil felt a hand move to touch his shoulder “Well, Mister Minecraft-“ “Phil” the avian chuckled, watching how the enderian hybrid flushed a bit “uh, Ph-Phil, if it helps, I dont remember anything from last night but neck pain and 2 glowing orbs, im not sure what happened besides that but Mister Blade scolded me for 2 hours while You slept-“
Phil couldnt help but laugh and wheeze, bent over to kneeling fown while holding his stomach from laughing so hard, Techno popped his head out the door with a “Heh? Oh damnit” the piglin walked over and picked up Phil, carrying him while getting thrown a manslaughter of british slang he didn’t understand, he even spoke enchanted a few times and something else that made Ranboos ears perk up.

When inside, Phil was sat across from Techno and Ranboo, the enderian hybrid being the only one the floor because they didn’t have enough chairs yet.
Phil stared into his mug, waiting to be questioned like a prisoner.
“Phil, do you remember what happened last night” the Piglin questioned first, and Phil stayed staring into the mug as he stirred the liquid slowly.
“At night I get ansty, thats why i spent so much time outside during the day, to keep it toned down, when I was younger it was the only time i could be *that* part of myself. To see and touch and.. to hurt.”
Ranboo put a hand to the small bandages, nails grazing over the area softly. Now for the next question “Why did you, go for Ranboo?”
Another sigh, and the grip on his cup tightened, “Its like I said, I hurt others. He made a noise and my instincts kicked in. I saw nothing but, but the enderian… i thought he was something that got passed the barriers i made…” Techno could see how the man with normally perfect posture began to hunch a bit, guilt heavy on his shoulders. “I didn’t think of anything but to kill, for me to kill is a gift and it’s embedded in my blood…”
Ranboo tilted his head ‘for him to kill is a gift.?’ He thought, looking away from them both, then he stood and left.

Ranboo did come back after, holding an old old book. “Phil, I didn’t understand when people said Angel of Death,” he watched as Phil tightened, meaning he must be right. Hidden behind the big old book was a smaller and clearly incredibly new diary type book. The book had the hardcore heart from Philzas chest etched into the front of it. It was difficult for the elytrian to not stare at it.
“This is a book about the goddess of death and her angel, that I found in your house in l’manberg, and this is my notebook about You, Phil”
Techno seen where this may go, but stayed Curious. Meanwhile Phil looked close to crushing the teacup in his hands, Techno eased him from it with a gentle scarred hand over one frail but strong gripped.
Ranboo sighed “I read this book millions of times, it’s the goddesses grace placed on him, to return to his instincts so they don’t mix at the wrong time. Thats why he does so much work in the evening and rests in the mornings.”
The book was open in front of Ranboo, the duo allowing him to rant off about Phil who stared with intense curiosity. “Give me that book.” Phil demanded, Ranboo handing it over almost hesitantly. Watching the Avian read every little note he made, there were ‘anatomy pages’. The first one being the first page and dated when they first met, it explained the different things he knew about Phil, like how he kept his hair shoulder level so he didnt have to always tie it but still could if needed. How the heart on his chest was a permanent effect of having one life in this world and all others, how he wore the kimono crossed right because crossed left means he’d be dead.
There were actually many points on it, but the one that stuck out most was how an arrow pointed to his hands, to the sketched talons that laid over his fingers as if a last minute detail. The arrow read ‘Hug hurties’, and Phil couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at the name, it was adorable. He continued to go through, then he seen one from when he was under house arrest. Everything named him dangerous. His hand were ‘Hurties’, the eyes were ‘soul takers’, and the heart was in Quotations ‘ “Our only chance to live” -Quackity’ which made his actual heart sink. What the fuck did Quackity attempt to put in this kids head? Everyone knew he had one life. But he lied to Most and said he lost his first 2 when no one was near to see, when no one could hear. It was nice for a bit, how everyone would rush to make sure he wasn’t alone, he hated being alone. Until he woke up one day to Tubbo on his balcony staring at him. That was, disturbing.
He hated House arrest. He was miserable and irritable and all around hated everyone and everything, especially if it moved. At one point he threw out the bedframe he was ‘gifted’  and made the mattress and blankets into a nest, He asked for any old clothing people owned, Quackity helped him explain through the oddly quick words that it was a comfort thing in Elytrians, he only was able to get a shirt from Ranboo and Tubbo before Techno snuck a bundle of clothes freshly ‘scented’ through his back windows. A new bundle was traded every week, it was all that kept Phil as Sane as Possible.

He never bothered to Question Technos methods, but when he escaped to come here, Techno told him that he would lay out the clothes and roll in them with the dogs. Thats why there was always so much white fur. 
A gentle rub on his palm brought him back to reality, looking at his hand he could see it was shaking palm up on the table, and Techno was using his pointer finger to trace the lines of his palms. The rough hands of battle being gentle on frail skin, he could feel the calloused tips of the piglins finger and focused in on it. He didn't pay any attention to how Ranboo moved out of his view, slowly slipping the book from his other hand, and put it away on Technos shelf with the others. 
The piglin chuckled at the Avians interest, watching his finger glide along lines with blown out pupils, head slowly leaning down to lay on his arm against the table to continue watching. His wings twitched behind him, spreading and lay against the hard wood floors, forcing Ranboo to jump over them just to get behind him and wrap his arms around the olders middle. Lifting him from the chair was the easy part, keeping him up was the difficult part because his attention was pulled From Technos hand and he was throwing himself about, thrashing against the enderians hold.
”Phil! Ph- if you would just hold still!” Ranboo half-shouted, Phil did stop, only Because Techno had his hands out for the elytrian, letting him ease back into that content state of mind.

Things like this continued often, where Phil would accidentally let him crow-like instincts take hold. The one day when Techno and Ranboo were preening his wings after a particular nightmare involving a certain son and button. Suddenly, the elytrian retracted his wings from their hands, letting the feathered limbs raise as if he'll take off, and he tried..
Thank go they were outside as the sun rose, he tried to fly up towards it, migration instincts trying to get him away from the cold, he only got 2 feet off the ground before he fell back down and crashed into the snow. Techno ran to him and helped him to his knees before he went to try again, grounding him "Phil, Phil this needs to stop before you hurt yourself more. Your wings are still healing." the piglin tried to tell him time and time again, but it was futile. 
These attempts were gonna be the death of them, well, almost.

Phil was found. He was running from the citizens of l’manberg, more specifically, Quackity, Fundy, and Tubbo. 
the avian Ran. He let his wings spread and tried, he tried so desperately to take off, he could remember all the times Techno told him he couldn’t. But to be stubborn was what they had in common. 
He fled to an open space, spread his wings and tried, the feathered limbs torn from fire and swords now tried to lift off, only to forever hold him to the ground.

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   Well to say the least, that hurt. Breaking a man outta prison was alot more painful then he thought it would. Well, when your carrying a man half what he used to be out of a prison filled with Lava and Idiots, to get hurt is expected, and it was much less than he supposes he should be. just a couple scrapes here and there with a tear in his shirt sleeve.

   As soon as Techno was home with the frail ram hybrid, he put him straight to bed. the blond was asleep already anyways and he only got pulled into a deeper sleep from an actually comfy bed instead of a roasting obsidian floor.
   After making sure he was tucked in and had less knotted hair in front of his face, Techno went back downstairs to see Philza staring at him with that Look.

   "Welcome home, Alexander" the Elytrian smiled, clearly pissed, probably because he took Dream Home instead of having him leave immediately like they agreed.
   "Philza! My favorite winged friend!" the piglin raised his hands in a shrug, then to move his arms to Hug the winged man in question.
   "Yes, your only winged friend. Why is he here. You fucking Swore to me, Alexander!" Okay, right to yelling. Phil never yells.
   "Phil, look. I'm not askin' you to like him or anything, just help me take care of him so he's gone sooner." The piglin earned a huff from the elytrian, but the blond went up the latter to check on the man without another word. Techno kept his ears open just in case, he heard Phil's footsteps but that was all, he supposed the man simply sat at Techno's writing desk up there while Dream slept. 

   What Techno didn't know was that Phil was actually nesting, it was that season after all to keep warm and when they lived in the tundra of all places.
   'Stupid instincts' Phil thought to himself as he puffed up a pillow and placed it under the blanket just at the edge of the bed. he watched how the small man winced in his slumber and turned around to cuddle himself into the pillow as if another person. Maybe Techno won't notice if he slipped in the bed, let the smaller cuddle against Him instead of the pillow with Technos drool marks all over it.

   After about an hour, Techno came up the ladder with a bowl of soup, only to find his bed turned into a next of blankets and pillows and clothes, and in the middle cuddled in the warmest of all blankets he owned was a sleeping birdie and an awake Dream sitting quietly while staring outside at the snow, his head placed on Phils chest to listen to the heartbeat. This was probably the most content he's seen either of them since everything started, since Phil had first flown here and Kleigh since their duel.
   Techno placed the soup on the table holding the Prime Bell and caught the rams attention.
   "Hey, I made you some soup, its got a splash of regen and health potion in it to help those injuries and that fever” 
The ram simply stared at Techno with curious eyes, holding a hand out towards him. The only words out of his mouth were    “Real..?” His voice was hoarse, scratchy and very not himself. He sounded so small, almost like a child, best comparison would be when Wilbur was younger before Tommy was born, Wil was so curious but shy back then.

   Slowly, Techno lifted his hand to gently press his fingers and palm to Kleighs, looking at how small it was, and how.. Boney his fingers looked. He might have to put Kleigh on a diet to get his weight Up, odd.
   Phil moved a bit in his sleep, beginning to awake from his little 2 hours nap he desperately needed for the past few months.
   A quiet warble came from the elytrian, trying to pull Kleigh back as he was waking up, a clingy old man the voices called him. They weren’t wrong.

   Kleigh managed to force a chirp from his throat. He may not have enough energy for the wings and talons but he had enough to form his vocal coords in sync with Phil.
   The Elytrian and Piglin both stared at the frail ram, watching him chirp at Phil with glee of being able to do it again.

   Techno grabbed the soup bowl, holding it out for Kleigh to take
   “Here, eat, you need food in your system, but be slow about it.”
   Kleigh nodded happily and took a bite, a low coo coming from him as Phil pulled him close, holding the hot bowl steady in his shaking hands.
   “Alright Techno, You win, We’ll keep him here. Safe in our home”

   Techno smirked at Phil’s words, ready to tease him but didn't incase the Elytrian would change his mind again. That’s the last thing he needed.
   Phil was now sat up and stretching his arms and wings, even if the feathered limbs couldn’t go full span while inside, or at all.
   Kleigh carefully ate the soup, trilling happily at the taste as he ate. Comfortable in Technos gentle grasp that held him up.

   Kleigh never wanted to leave, never be put down, never be left alone.
   He was scared to be alone. Scared to be abandoned again by someone he trusts.

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   That day went by rather slow. Techno’s eyes kept meeting Tommy’s. He was furious!
   At least, thats what he gave off. Inside, even Phil could see that Techno was in pain. He and Tommy were meant to stick together, the government betrayed him, what didn’t he understand.?

   Phil gently put a hand on Technos shoulder as they entered his cabin home.
 “Phil is don't understand. What doesn’t he get about Government is wrong?”
   Phil sighed softly at his friend,
 “Mate, You need to remember, Thats his home, and last standing memory he has of Wilbur besides his ghost, Tommy loved it there because he helped make it and he’s seeing it be torn down over and over again..”

   Techno simply stared at Phil,
 “Im a person too. Did he not see that.? I was just- He only seen me as the blade..”
   The piglin leaned on the wall, letting his sword lean on the window sill with him. 
 “No body cried. No body even noticed, I seen them standing right there. Kinda thought they might care..”
   Phil handed Techno a cup of Hot cocoa, leading him to sit near the fire and warm up. Techno had to admit the fireplace was pretty comforting, it reminded him of the nether and how warm Phils wings used to be.
   Sometimes theres a warmth there within the feathers but it’s become less and less every time he spends hours outside.
   Techno sat leaned on the stone of his handmade fireplace and slowly drinking Phils famous Cocoa, watching the Avian made his own with shaking hands.
 “Phil, If he loved Wilbur so much then, why didn’t he Stop him.?”
   Phil paused. Techno knew that his son was a rough topic for him, so he waited patiently for if Phil would Answer or change the topic. “Well, I uhm.. I’m not sure about that one Mate..”
Body language. Techno forced himself to focus on the avians body language, he was tense and shaking, cold and uncomfortable maybe? He watched as the shorter walked over and sat down next to him, head leaned on the piglins shoulder with a sigh. “Do you ever wonder what life would be like, without me here?”

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Phil watched his kids get older once more, watched Tallulah and Chayanne grow into amazing People. Everything was peaceful, despite the few times he’s overheard Chayanne sound a bit too much like their uncle. One day, the kids were about 17 and sitting in their rooms, Phil was about to knock to see if they were awake when he heard Chayannes voice say “For you the world, Lullah!” He knew he had some influence, Chayanne grew up just like him, even down to the deep-ish voice and cocky laugh. But he never thought he’d heard words like that, in such a voice, in many many more centuries but here he was. He sniffled and that helped him realize he was crying, and there were footsteps coming to the door, he cleaned himself up as quick as possible, Making sure no more tears could escape his eyes as he dusted off his kimono and knocked lightly.

“You kids awake in there?” In seconds, the door flew open and Tallulah pounced on Phil with giddy giggles “Hola Papa!!” She said happily, her little dragonic tail wagging as she got off him. Then Phil looked up to see his son practically looming over him at this point, wearing an old worn cape and the crown, maybe he should have hid those better- Phil took in a shuddering breath “Hola Huevos, how did you both sleep?” He got more giggles from Tallulah who began to speak fluent Spanish, maybe he needed to try harder to learn? Chayanne helped them both off the floor and smiled at Phil, he was wearing all of his old stuff, nicely cleaned and pressed as if the man had done it himself. Which was unfortunately impossible because Phils kimono hasn’t ever looked so good since then. “I had this very weird dream where Tio Techno spoke to me at the sanctuary, he told me where all this was and that he wanted to see you crack like an egg” Phil smiled, it was a pained smile because he knee thats exactly what his son would say. “Well congrats, you did before i even knocked mate” Tallulah watched them both, happy for her family’s love. She turned and coincidentally seen a long black sequin dress with a thin layer of purple ruffled over it. She ran off with it and came back over, wearing the dress without her beanie on, hair instead flowing free against her back and shoulders from its long length. Both the kids ended up rather tall, Tallulah only an inch taller than Phil while Chayanne was about 7 inches taller, the feathered avian watched them both interact as tears came to his eyes once more. The only thing he could think to do was wipe away his tears and drag them both into a hug, Chayanne was just like Techno and Tallulah looked much like Kristin, he missed them both so much and he was glad he met these kids in this life.

Phil took the kids to his room, it was rare when he did take him into this room and actually opened the closet. in the closet he pulled out a box which held all the photos he owned of him and Techno or him and Kristin all three of them. He found one where the three of them were wearing the exact outfits the kids wore. and Phil still had his somewhere here, but where?

Chayanne was in a white low v neck shirt that had a ruffle at the neckline and sleeve ends, a pair of jeans with a black belt and high black heeled boots that went to his knees. the cape going to the height of the heels and black faux fur at the neckline, held against his shoulders with a gold chain.

Tallulah wore a black low v neck dress covered in sequins going in a vine pattern down, the skirt and sleeves of the dress a long thin ruffled purple, the sleeves the sleeves longer than her hands go with a black ombre effect just at the end.

Phil walked back in with a black no sleeved turtle neck that held a heart shaped window to his chest in the front and 2 vertical cuts into the back for his wings. his green kimono, now holding more pins than the photo, was for once off his shoulders and halfway down his upper arm, tied around his waist easily and flowing back. finally, he actually wore the emerald earring instead of simply keeping it safe in his bag pockets. His hair was half- up in a short ponytail, letting his bangs hang out of it and look soft as ever. If anything, Phil looked Younger than one would expect.

He sat on his bed, kids at his hips and heads on his shoulder and chest as he showed them old photos of Minecraft mondays and MCC’s, telling them the stories behind each one and answering even their hardest Questions. 

Here, the angel felt safe, and nothing could change that anymore.

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The eggs were gone. He was trapped. Where were his kids? Would anyone find Him? Was he just going to rot in this house built as his prison?
“A cage for a cage..” he shuttered, reading it over and over, reading everything to understand how this could have happened. He thought he might loose his mind. Looking around was like seeing the ghosts of All his kids, Wilbur was playing his guitar to Tallulah and Tommy, Techno was teaching Chayanne how to use a sword, and he was just there in the corner watching the world go by.
He went to the door and began to attack at the iron inclosing him. He kept punching and kicking until he was bleeding. Until he had broken a finger and fractured another.

Eventually the door let up and he was out.

He ran home with no care of how much pain was crashing into his bones with each step like a tidal wave.

Once home, he got himself Fixed up and got most of his thoughts in order. The next day after some rest and journaling, He decided to see everyone, Immediately he was bombarded with questions about where he was for 3 days. 3 days? He was gone 3 fuckin’ days?
“I’m alright, I was just on a useless adventure, that is all.” He walked through the small crowd of worried people towards the museum. Fit stared dumbfounded at the winged man, there was more here, Phil was acting formal, emotionless almost.
“Yo Phil! My man, why don’t we go back to my place and discuss some things yea?” He hoped the man would agree, maybe it was overwhelming to have so many people around?

“Sorry Fit, I have plans for the day to relax, I have injured my hand and knee so Its not good for me to travel much at the moment” With those words, Phil disappeared into the museum to look at the art once more. Everyone was in silence for one, looking at one another as if questioning if that was even Philza. The smiling man with a cheery voice was gone and replaced with a fancy monotoned man, what they didn’t know what the Philza they once knew was Gone. Phil ended up falling asleep of exhaustion at the museum in front of a painting about him with his kids. He slept comfortably on the cold floor, he woke up to someone checking his pulse and shaking him. 
“Oh fuck Phil- He’s awake!!” He heard Etoiles yell out, then he seen Fit walk over
“Morning man, Your coming with me.” Said the bald man before he was hoisted up and carried out by the two men, no amount of squirming and screeching got them to let go until they were back at Philzas home atop the wall.
“What the fuck!!” The winged man shouted. Beginning to pace about his front yard-like area.
“Phil, we’re just trying to help you but we cant do that if you just excuse us and leave like yesterday.” Etoiles explained,
“I was also paid a few-“ Fit hit his shoulder
“Oh shush, You wanted to help anyways.” Phil was glaring at them, for once his anger was genuinely targeted at his friends. He took a deep breath and stood straight with his hand together, arms against his waist.
“Well, Unfortunately I’m not gonna tell yous shit. What happened on my Adventure is my own p-“
“Thats not It Philza and you fucking known it!”
The floridian shouted. And Philza flinched, hard. Etoiles put his hands up as if Phil was a scared animal, he looked damn well like it with how he flinched and took a step back, eyes widened with his mouth agape.
“Fit, we know somethings going on but you can be shouting at him, look what you did” The mentioned man simply groaned and sat on the sofa with a huff and crossed arms. Etoiles turn. He kept a hand out to Phil without moving,
“Phil, we just want to help you, but if you don’t tell us anything then we cant do that” he spoke as clearly as he possibly could. But the Elytrian seemed to understand as he took the mans hand and began to sob. Fit watched the interaction from the couch. Taking note of how the man was now shaking and crying. That was the quickest he had seen someone change emotions in a long long while. Etoiles and Phil were on their knees, the avian being held almost like a child as he re-exhausted himself from crying.

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The kids all got used to Phils nightmares, they all got so used to it that they learned how to help, they learned who was best to call and to leave so keep an eye on him and make sure to fix anything or help him up when he trips on something he cant see.

All the kids got used to it unfortunately, except Sunny. One night Tubbo had asked Phil if Sunny could stay the night so he could fix some things in his factory that needed his full attention, Phil agreed hesitantly.

That Night, She saw Phil roam the potato farm. With her Fathers curiosity coursing through her veins, she decided to follow behind. She watched him farm some of the potatoes, he left behind quite alot and talked to himself as if someone was following?

“Hey Tech, You think this one’s ready? It looks like it but the stem seems to be not matured?” The elder looked in the same direction he had the whole time as he walked and laughed, he shrugged and plucked it out “Holy shit you were right, I dunno why i ever doubt you and your damn potatoes mate. You know these things like the back of your hand”

After some more laughing and following, Phil laid down atop the roof of his house, pointing out stars that weren’t there, Sunny was confused and no one told her what was going on? She climbed onto the roof “Tío Phil? Are you okay?”

Phil flinched and sat up, his eyes looked purple but it quickly faded for him to see what was truly there, thats the only time it had ever left when he needed it to? “Hey butterscotch, what’re you doing awake?”

“Heyy! I’m askin’ the questions here! What was all that? Who were you talkin’ to!” She pulled out a wrench from her pocket and swung it about in her hand to annunciate more of what she meant.

Well shit. “I’m about to explain something very Weird and possibly complex so bear with me and ask questions where you need to, okay mate?”

Sunny nodded and sat next to him, listening intently to learn, Just like her damn Father.

“At night, not always but Sometimes I have Hallucinations, thats why I was a but hesitant to take you tonight because Toby said you didn’t know. I see things that aren’t there and sometimes i don’t see what Is there. I cant see or hear you kids but i can hear anything that moves, so if you move a chair I’ll hear it but not you.”

“Why cant you hear us?” Phil paused, then thought about it “Well we don’t know, we’re still learning more about this before someone else starts to get it too.”

“Are you the only one then?” Phil nodded, Sunny looked down to think before looking up at him again, “Is that why you faked putting a pin on me? Because you see it in that world?”

Another nod from Phil, well this was an interesting sleepover?

“Any other questions before i continue?” A shake of Sunnys head told him he could continue.

“So i cant see or hear you kids, put your parents all look like the federation, thats why they have pins as well, just the other day I thought I seen Fred but it was just your father” he laughed “I didn’t even realize! I asked him where I could find you and he told me at your house, so I asked ‘Since when do you live with Tubbo?’, I think that was the loudest I could have ever heard Tubbo question me” he laughed, Sunny giggled next to him “How didn’t he know! Your eyes go all purple!” She exclaimed, hands stretched out in front of her

“I dunno, Alls I know what about an hour later We got it explained and thats how Tubbo learned of it, Now he has a bee pin”

Sunny gasped and threw her hands up “Bees!!” She laid back on the roof, Phil laughed at her antics “You really are just like him, aren’t ya?”

Sunny giggled and rolled onto her stomach, then onto her back while sitting up, her legs overlapped Phils before she moved to sit in her lap sideways, “So, who’s Tech?”

She watched how Phils eyes turned sad, but his smile stayed “An old friend, Tío Technoblade, He’d do anything so I could keep my life.. and he did..” Phil looked off into the stars that no longer held the same patterns he grew up under “What happened to him?” She gasped “Do you see dead people!” She giggled, but tried to keep herself calm as long as she could, tried to keep her damn curiosity at bay.

“I do, but only some, not always and not all at once. They have to choose to show themselves to me, and it can be anytime of day, sometimes even the crows tell me things” Sunny giggled again, then fixed her little glasses that she hung on her shirt for the night. “You so weird Tío!”, Phil chuckled softly “I may be weird, but its a gift I love, sometimes the crows tell me when someone is in need, I used to be able to fly off to their rescue, i’d always have what I needed because the crows would tell the situation and I’d pack for it before blasting off into the sky” he held his hand to the sky, and Sunny’s hand followed his, after a few moments she felt something on her hand, little talons wrapped around her little wrist, it was a crow with a few luminescent feathers on its head in a heart shape, Phil smiled and gently scratched its head “Heres one, Whats up?”

The crow squawked Quietly and Phil nodded along “Thank you” he said, and the crow flew off, Sunny was still in amazement at it, even after how having slight indents in her wrist from it moving so much and holding on for dear life.

They stayed on the roof, and after about an hour of talking, Sunny had Fallen asleep and Phil went to put her back in bed before returning to the roof where he slept for the night. He wondered if there was anyone else who didn’t know? He guessed he’d have to let it be a discussable topic, it was something that Should be known after all. He let himself drift to sleep, knowing the server was safe another night.

Phil felt at Peace once more.