Phil stood on the edge of the arena, rain pouring down his face, a scrap of red and white fabric, soaked in blood and tears, clenched in one hand, and his sword in the other. A large gash ran down his leg, and several feathers had been brutally torn from his wings, but he could barely feel the pain. His beautiful darling son, Tommy, was dead. For so long, it was just him and Tommy, the only son that stayed, even when Techno ascended through the ranks and escaped, and Wilbur turned evil and Phil had no choice but to-. Phil shook his head, as though that would rid himself of the memory. He could never forgive himself for what he had done to his oldest son, even if it was his only option. But though everything, Tommy, his youngest, had stayed by his side. Even when Phil wanted to give up, Tommy pushed on, always. And how he was dead, and Phil was alone, in this arena, with the person who had killed him. He was going to end them if it was the last thing he ever did.
Out of the treeline, on the other side of the field where Phil stood, a figure emerged, and stood, watching, as though hesitant. Phil spat on the ground, disgusted at this person who had killed his sixteen year old son and wouldn't even face him.
"COME AND FIGHT ME, YOU FUCKING COWARD!" Phil screamed, his voice cracking with hatred halfway through the sentence as he fought to make himself heard over the pouring rain. The person slowly started to approach, and Phil began to be able to make them out more clearly. They had blue hair. There was only one person in this entire championship with blue hair.
His ex-fiance. The man who had helped raised his kids, the man who Tommy had loved almost as much as his father. The man Phil had loved.
"I'm so, so sorry, Phil." Dan said, as he came into earshot, tears pouring down his face and mixing with the rain.
Phil became blinded with a seething rage. At that moment Phil wanted nothing more than to wrap his hands around the throat of the man he had once trusted with his life and the lives of his children and squeeze until he crushed the life out of him.
"I'm going to kill you and I'm going to make it painful." He screamed, the words tearing out of his throat with all the rage of a Dream stan on twitter.
Dan threw his sword, the blade soaked with Tommy's blood, down at Phil's feet.
"Phil, please. It was him or me, I never wanted to kill him, I-" Dan sniveled wretchedly.
"I don't want your fucking excuses. YOU MURDERED MY SON!!!!!!!!!!." Phil picked up Dan's sword, laying in the mud in front of him. That sword was one of the best that had ever been used in the Championships, a million times better than the default iron sword Phil carried, and it was his for the taking. He raised his sword above his head and brough the pommel down onto the gleaming diamond blade, shattering it, then spat on it, making the younger man gasp sadly
"Phil, he was going to kill me-"
"I DON'T CARE" Phil roared.
"I need to win this game Phil, don't you fucking understand? Because we're a team, we always have been, and as long as I'm alive I can protect you-" The blue haired man retorted angrily.
"Don't you DARE fucking tell me you murdered my son for me. Don't you fucking dare." Phil screamed as he cried, gripping the scrap of Tommy's shirt he held even tighter.
"Everything I've ever done, Phil. It's been for you." Dan sobbed.
"Don't you fucking dare. You did this for yourself, you did everything for yourself. Because you can't bear the thought of living without me. You're pathetic, and you're selfish, and don't you dare, for a fucking second, say it was because you cared about me. If you cared about me you wouldn't have murdered ou-" Phil gasped at what he had almost just said. Dan could never know. "My son!!!!"
"Phil, please. You know you can't win this alone. If we just work together-" Dan started to cry even harder.
"I have nothing left, Dan" Phil stated.
"You have me," Dan stuttered, stepping towards him.
"I don't fucking want you." Phil bellowed
"We could win this, together! We could be free, and we would have Techno, and-"
"You want our happy little family back? Is that what you want?"
"Phil..." Dan pleaded, his voice sounding pathetic and whiny.
"Everything we had is dead." Philza declared furiously.
Dan took a step back and sunk to his knees, weeping piteously.
"Why then, Phil, am I still alive?" Heasked, looking up at him. Phil said nothing. What could he say? He had already killed one of his sons, and another had left him for dead because Phil was holding him back, and his last remaining son had just been slaughtered because he hadn't been there to save him. And now the only person who he'd had from when he was actually happy had just murdered the son they had raised together and yes he couldn't kill him. As much as he wanted him dead, he couldn't bring himself to bring the sword down on the same man who he'd raised his children with, the man who he'd told he'd love forever.
"Admit it, deep, deep down, you still care for me." Dan insisted arrogantly.
"No."
"You're not a liar, Phil. I know you. When you told me you'd always love me forever you meant it."
"I was wrong."
"Kill me, Phil."
Phil flinched. He knew those words. Wilbur's face flashed in front of him- his beloved son's face, distorted by hatred and insanity, almost unrecognisable. Just like Dan. This wasn't the man he had loved.
"See, Phil? I knew you'd never be able to kill me." Dan crowed, a smug smirk on his face.
"You're wrong." Phil thundered, and with a furious roar he plunged his sword into Dan's heart.
