//CW/TW: Derealisation? Character Trauma, repetitive event
(Cover by @grimmaholic on twitter!)
The walls were stone around him.
Words scribbled on those words by a mad man.
His wings twitched behind him as he looked back at the face of his son.
The button room then huh.
It was the same as it was before.
His son screaming to himself.
He didn't say the same words he once did.
"Wilbur?"
His son, turned around to look at him.
And skipped everything he had said before.
Why was it so quick?
The button was pressed the same.
His wing broke the same.
The ringing noise was the same.
The screams and shouts were the same.
His sons insanity was the same.
The sword, shoved in his hands again.
His heart had the beat like it did that day.
The pain on his face from his wing faded by tears.
"Kill me Phil. Kill me. Kill- Killza!"
But he did not speak the same.
"I'm not going to kill you you idiot!"
He yelled, putting the sword away.
The area around him became distorted.
It glitched in a way that can't be real.
His sons face was the same, insisting.
"KILL ME!"
"I'M NOT GOING TO KILL YOU! YOU IDIOT! DESPITE YOUR BEHAVIOUR YOU'RE STILL MY SON."
Wilbur scoffed.
It was different.
His voice was different.
And the area around faded in and out of reality.
It sent shivers down his spine.
"Just the one you abandoned repeatedly."
"I ABANDONED EVERYONE! EACH FOR YOUR OWN GOOD! IF YOU DON'T AGREE WITH MY ACTIONS, FINE! I NEVER CLAIMED TO BE THE GREATEST FATHER BUT STOP THIS THOUGHT ABOUT BEING SINGLED OUT AND UN-LOVED!"
He didn't even recognise his own voice as he yelled.
His sons face seemed to glitch out of reality and back.
Phil looked at his own hands, they were voice black and glitching with colours.
He looked back at his son.
"You are a Minecraft."
Tears formed in his eyes and the world faded to black until it was just two glitching figures.
"You're my blood."
It was like reality snapped.
He felt like he was falling.
Down.
Down.
Down.
Into a void of black.
His wings didn't do anything.
He heard voices.
He heard Technoblade.
Wilbur.
Tommy.
Tubbo.
Ranboo.
Dream?
All saying things he has not once heard.
He saw one face and one voice distinctively.
And it was barely recognisable.
It was Karl Jacobs.
But why?
"...You can't change the past, Philza..."
"Or I thought at least."
"You did it."
"Thank you."
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The Button Room
FanfictionIt was the same as it was that day. Philza entered the button room that would blow up the country and be forced to kill his son. You can't change the past. ...Right?
