One Hour Later. . .
Phiza sat in the kitchen, a plate of chicken and carrots in front of him as he waited for Technoblade to come back with Tommy. Tommy was alive, the father was still soaking that information in. But Tommy was also now blind, because of Dream. The bird hybrid fluttered his wings open at the thought. This admin was bad news from the start, and he's finally realized it. He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard two sets of feet coming into the kitchen, first was Technoblade, and then came in Tommy. Tommy had many burn scars covering his body, huge splotches on his arms, face, and even neck. His eyes were dull blue, not the usual happy sapphire they once were. It saddened The father to see his youngest like this.
He had thought the young teen would be in good hands with the admin, he was wrong. He blindly listened to the stupid admin, and now he knew he'd never trust the man again. "Tommy." The raccoon hybrid stiffened at his voice, making him frown at the sight. His tail was fluffed out, ears perked, and dead-looking eyes staring in his direction. "How are you?" It was a weird conversation, seeing this was the first time they have talked to one another in years. Even when Philza decided to stay on the server, Tommy never made a move to speak to him, in fact basically steered clear of his father, but Philza wasn't blaming their poor bond on him. Phil himself never reached out, a regret that still tugged at his heart. His son needed him, and where was he? Now helping Tommy, that's where he was.
"I-I'm doing alright." It seemed he forced himself to say those words, before cautiously making it to the table to what he presumes is the blond's normal seat. Technoblade rounded the table to his seat, which already had food out in front of it. "How are you, Phil?" Phil, no dad, or father, or even dadza. He missed Tommy calling him Dadza, something he cherished when his boys were still so young.
"Well, better now knowing you're alive." The blond smiled sadly, even if he knew Tommy couldn't see. The raccoon bit his bottom lip at that, scooping his fork up and giving a jerked nod.
"Guys, this is cringy please stop." Techno mutters, stabbing a few carrots as he speaks. Philza shoots the other a playful glare, the piglin hybrid only smiling softly. Tommy smiled too, even if it was faint. "So, where do you plan to build your house?" Techno asks, finally eating some of the food on his plate. Phil thought, there was a nice hill near the cabin, not too far either. It was close enough that if Philza wanted to come over he'd barely have to walk.
"I saw a nice hill when I was still outside, I might build it there." Technoblade hummed. That was where he planned to have his fox farm, but he could depart with his plan if that's where his father wanted to build his house. Plus, he had another place that he'd been looking at anyways.
"Sounds good to me. Maybe you can even do your, uh, terraforming and make a pond between yours and our house." Philza's eyes light up at the thought. It's been a long time since he'd done a project like that. He'd have to go all out if he was being given permission to make a pond. "Plus, it'll be good for getting ice and I don't need to walk as far for fishing." It seemed like a good idea.
"Yeah, then I'll build my house on the hill, and then start on the pond." Phil starts eating himself.
"What about our revenge on L'manburg?" Tommy suddenly asked. Technoblade looked over towards the other, humming in thought.
"We'll have to do that while Phil is making his house, and the new pond."
"Wait, he knows about the plan?" Philza asks. Why would Tommy be in on a plan like that? The raccoon teen was a founder of that country, someone who fought for it from the beginning. He was really willing to just blow that country up like it meant nothing to him? The father was stunned.
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The Embrace Of Vengeance
FanfictionBut like everything else, the happy years would slowly wither away, along with the happiness this family felt. Leaving the members distrustful and hateful of one another. But, maybe there was a sliver of hope left for them, but of course, first must...
