Philza Oneshots

The Egg at The End. (1/2)

Hullo! This is a mix in of a small crack request by Firestar11025 and Cookie_Obsession and broitsray

Guys you do not know how many times I crashed typing the "ob" at the end of "obsession" holy shit-

Wattpad just asked if I wanted to change my recovery email and I was like "yeah sure, fuck it let's do it" and then i saw i had to verify the account again and went "nah fuck that shit man i aint doing that a second time" and gave up :)

Aight uh, enjoy mate :)

Trigger Warnings (TW): literally nothing, unless you have a chance of death by laugharona??

The second part to this oneshot is "The Egg Destructive."

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"DRISTA WHAT ARE YOU DOING-?!" Phil heard the older scream at his sister before he suddenly went silent.

"..Dream?" He called.

No answer.
Instead, a female, young voice made itself heard in Dream's stead.
"I knocked him out."

Phil stopped in his tracks.
"Y-you what?"

"I knocked him out, he's on the ground."

The female Dream look-a-like teleported to Phil, hanging in thin air.
"You're kidding?" Phil asked, chuckling nervously.

"Nope!"

"Figures."

They walked in silence through the snow, the cold breeze pulling at Phil's jacket and cape every now and then. His wings did not make it any better with their extra weight, allowing the wind to beat against them and drag Phil slightly.

"You wanna go to the End, right?" Drista asked. Phil did not look up.

"You want your wings unbound, you want to fly and see the void again."

"Drista I don't think-"

"You want to live. We all do. Dream is becoming too.. boring. What do you say I take you there? None of it will be blamed on you, come on, live a little old man!" She laughed, flying in circles, her dirty blonde hair flung around.

Phil glanced down at his boots as he trudged through the snow, the sound of snow crunching oddly satisfying and the footprints he left behind, the rustling of leaves in the air as the surrounding trees were beat by the wind, swaying back and forth violently. A blizzard was definitely approaching. He kept at it, not stopping once, until:
"Alright. Just for a little bit, not too long. And I won't take anything from it," his shoulders slumped slightly.

"Best choice, Mr. Minecraft," she smiled, giving off a more eerie than friendly vibe, and the world was black.

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"Open your eyes, silly!" She socked his arm, most likely to get his attention and anchor him back to the End for the one chance he'd get. Phil took as many pictures as he could, grateful for the camera he brought. He planned to definitely hide them after, as to not have a whole battalion sent against him while on his one canon life.