Mcyt Oneshots (Abandoned, New Book On My Page ♥︎)

💔The feral boy☁️

^Lmao Ranboo bouta put a cap in his thieving ass

Tommy and Ph1lza meet in an alley, and the crow quickly gains Tommy's trust.

(Tommy originally lived on the streets, and had been put through a lot of tough situations, leading him to act like an abused animal. For example: if he feels threatened, he starts acting aggressive, screaming, striking his claw-like hands at the threat, and biting anything that moves.)

Ph1lza Minecraft was certainly a good man.

He was a single father of three adopted children, and worked to provide them with a healthy, happy life.

But, he was also an overly sympathetic and generous man, leading to him going through great lengths to help people in need. This wasn't a bad thing, though, as it gave the "lost causes" a new chance.

For instance, his third child, Tommy.

Tommy had been found in an alley, with a chain link fence separating Phil from the child. As soon as the child saw Phil, he lunged forward and started growling, banging his small fists against the fence, making the whole thing shake.

"I'd keep your distance if I we're you," A woman said, "That boy has been known to bite." She then walked away, leaving the crow with this small child.

Ph1lza slowly bent down, crouching at Tommy's level. "Hey mate. I know your scared, but I'm not gonna hurt you." His wings flapped slightly, drawing the attention of the 10 year old. "Woah.." The boy's eyes shined with curiosity, but as he looked back at Phil, they became shrouded with distrust.

Phil smiled sympathetically. "How about you come over here, and I'll let you touch my wings, okay mate?" The crow offered, and Tommy looked down, seemingly weighing his options, before hesitantly nodding and starting to scale the fence.

"Woah, careful!" He quickly stood, ready to fly over and help the boy if he fell. Tommy got to the top, before getting his foot caught in the fence and falling forward. Ph1lza of course caught him, putting him safely on the ground before kneeling back down.

"Go ahead mate." At those words, the boy stepped around Phil before gently resting his left hand on the man's wing, slowly feeling the feathers. Meanwhile, Phil was surveying the boys injuries and his appearance. He quickly realized this boy had many scars and wounds, and it was obvious why. The poor kid was a MooBloom. A very endangered and discriminated against species. He decided to at least attempt to treat his injuries.

"Aww mate, your hurt." He quietly said, the boy looked up and nodded, quickly turning his gaze back to the feathers between his fingers. Phil carefully stood up, and offered the boy a hand.

"Let me help you."