a new home for you to sleep in

NO MAIN STORY FATHER CROW ADOPTION

Phil, angle of death, creator of mincraft, what ever you want to call him has lived for a long time. Long enough to become a urban legend, a God amongst men, and now a towns resident avain.

In the short span of 10 years he and his army of crows have found built and collected a small community of hybrids running from the horrors of their lives whether it was being slaughtered for their skin, not fiting in their pack, or not being able to go home. Despite that, hes never been regarded as a monstet hero deity or God to them. Letting him join them in almost burning the land and even becoming the butt of quiet a few jokes.

Hes had a lot more hilaritys and laughter now then ever with the shenanigans that origin smp gets up to and it makes him happy. From time to time one of his very old war companions technoblade the blood God visits him and greats the smp, and concluded this place safe for Phil to live in.

His favorite part is that a little phantom named wilbur never leaves him alone, always barging in his bird house and pulling him out to help him with some mischievous act hes stormed up. It gets annoying somtimes but he will never tell the ghost to leave or that his company makes the cold chil that all his other houses had disappear for a short time.

Some days philza itches to explore, to reach up to the clouds and find land hes never seen before. On these days he acts on his impulse, packing a bag to leave for days on end, knowing that he has a home and freinds to return to once he fulfilled his itch.

5 days into his trip he runs into a anti hybrid city wich is uncomfortable but Manageable, tucking his wings and avain features into is body he starts to wander around. The streets of the town felt alot more tenser then what's considered normal for a lively close-knit community like the one he just set foot in.

Hushed angry wispers traveled around him about trying to find and kill somthing and it peaks his intrest (if not alittle worrying) on what or who messed with them so bad that these people are so angry to gossip about one sigular thing as a collective. Walking up to a booth he meets a women in her theirties who looks like she has a chatter box like personality.

"Hello ma'am"

"Awwwww hello sweetie what can I do for you"

"Well I'm new in town and I've been hearing some small talk hear and there about somthing and want to know what that all about"

She leaned forwards and rubs a hand on her face before sighing loudly
"We have a bit of a pest problem right now"

"Really?"

"Yeah, a bunch of Wretched hybrids escaped and destroyed a testing facility named pandora Inc. that my sister works at sevral towns over and so far theve found and killed most of them. The last missing hybrid is a chicken hybrid that's currently hiding wounded in this town somewhere. Hes cause alot of strain and havok on us. Alot of people have went missing so right now we are Advising people to not look for him."

The blonde stiffened up at her words but masked it quickly in a false delight "Oh! Do you know the area the hybrid might be in?"

The lady grinned a little "go to the southern part of the woods, that where most of our sightings of the lil bastard is and pray you make it out"

"Alrighty thank you for the information, you have a good day"

"You to love."

Philza started to walk that borderlined running to find and go to the woods to start trying to find the person that they were hunting because only ender knows how much they might have went through at this city, much less a lab that's already slaughtered his freinds.

After asking some locals and hearing the same warning philza started traveling through the woods.
he entered the forest when the moon just reached the sky. He walked around passing normal oak trees with alot of mushrooms and berry bushes. As he ventured forwards he spotted some splotches of well hidden blood and slightly discolored dirt that started to become more often and less hidden then the last until he started hearing people grunting.