Sbi oneshots

Hanuted

(The art isn't mine, just beautiful. Credits to artist, pls comment if u know who they are.)

Trigger:
Character death

The loud ticks of the clock echoed through the large cabin, the cracklings sounds of the dancing flames of the fireplace being the only form of warmth in the house that sat in the middle of the snow biome.

Tick tock

Each clack that sounded every second that the thinnest hand jolted within the glass case prison of time, rang through the ears of the figure in the room.

Tick tock

The figure held his knees tighter to his chest as he sat against the living room wall. His arms folded, placed on top of his knees as he stared emotionlessly at the wall opposite him.

Tick tock

His head fell lower, hiding behind the protecting walls of his forearms, his light blonde locks falling at the gentle movement.
A short huffed sigh escaping his lips as his thoughts continued to torment him.

Tick tock

Vivid memories. Graphic visions in his mind like a video stuck on repeat that he couldn't escape. The blood, the sword, the room. Every detail feeling so realistic, trapped in his own mind, he would have the sword gripped within the clutch of his hands as he walked towards the clearly distressed and guilt ridden boy that had begged for death on his knees.

Tick tock

The older drew his sword, kneeling infront of the brunette, holding him in a tight embrace as he did what he thought, in that moment, needed to be done. He brought the tip to the tallers chest as they both shook, they both held back tears, they both longed to cry but neither wanted to show their fear.

Tick tock

And with one swift movement, with all of the orders strength, the tip of the same sword was visibly sticking out of the others back.
The older still remembers every moment.
Especially the way he pulled his son off of him and cupped his face, tears fell from both their eyes, letting their weaknesses show as the life slowly drained from his eyes, his body going limp within the blondes embrace.
That was the hardest decision of Philz entire existence. And shall forever be the one he most regrets.

Tick-

A loud smash was the last thing to echo through every wall of the cabin as the clock fell to the floor. Phil had thrown a rock he had found directly at the wall ornament, causing it to jolt off of the hook connecting it to the wall and fall straight to the ground, smashing into multiple pieces.

Silence

The bird hybrid's wings twitched in irritation as he glared furiously at the shattered item.

His attention was quickly turned to the door, the sounds of locks and displeased grunts of anger alerting him to the presence of his oldest son at the door.
He quickly stood, dusting himself off and composing himself, putting on his signature dad-energy smile as he made his way over to the door.
He unlocked his, he swang open the door to reveal a very angry looking piglin hybrid, his hands full of wood and cobblestone along with many other items he had collected during his time out.

Phil smiled at his son, "here." He took some of Technoblades things before the boy could even protest, helping him inside. They placed the items where they belonged, and Philza made a hot beverage, suitable for occupants of the freezing temperatures of the snow biome.

They sat and chatted, Phil listened as his son spoke to him about what he had been up to that day.

The home always felt incomplete without the presence of his other two sons. But for now, Phil was okay with the company of the piglin.

Though he would always wish for how it used to be.

But the memories of his sons that haunted him would just never go away.