a series of sbi oneshots

bite back pt 2

“Phil.”

Phil jolted, standing up abruptly from his desk and sending papers scattering to the floor. “What?!”

“Relax, old man,” Technoblade huffed, fully entering the room. “It’s just me.”

“Oh.” Phil admitted sheepishly. “Sorry. Just… wasn’t expecting it, mate.”

“What are you even doing in here?”

“I’m just… doing some research. Theory testing.”

“Potions?”

“No, no. Not that. That’s not for me,” Phil crouched down to the ground, his feathers pooling up behind him as he started picking up the stray pieces of paper. “I was trying to figure out something for revival.”

“Revival?” Technoblade snorted. “Trying to find a fail safe when you end up dying of old age?”

“Very funny, you little shit,” Phil laughed softly, standing up and dumping the paper onto his desk. “But no. It’s… it’s for Wilbur.”

The silence that fell immediately had Phil regretting that he shared.

“For Wilbur.” Technoblade restated, raising an eyebrow.

“Well-” Phil hesitated. “I know that it’s like… insane. Probably for the best he’s dead, but… but I’m not sure.”

Technoblade huffed again, walking over and leaning onto the table with all of Phil’s notes. “Not sure about what?”

“I don’t understand what happened,” Phil muttered. “I don’t know what went wrong.” He shifted the papers around on his desk. “I went out for a little while, and I come back and Wilbur’s gone and killed someone. And apparently adopted an orphan child from the side of the street.

“Phil, what do you mean by a little while?” Technoblade asked, circling around the table. “We both know your judgement of time is less than good.”

“I mean….” Phil paused. “It wasn’t that long.”

“I need an exact time frame, Phil.”

Phil wasn’t fully sure. Wilbur was… young when he had left. He was still young when he came back, but it was clear he had aged. “I don’t really know. I know that he grew a couple of feet while I was gone.”

Technoblade frowned. “If that’s true, then you left a kid for multiple years, Phil.”

“I did not!” Phil shouted, his wings flaring up behind him. “I would never do something like that!”

“Yet it appears you did, Phil.” Technoblade shot back, shrugging. “Ghostbur said something about this at some point. He said he was eight when Tommy showed up on his doorway. That means you left before that.”

Eight?

That couldn’t be right.

Phil shook his head. “I would not.”

“It wasn’t like Ghostbur to lie, Phil,” Technoblade narrowed his eyes slightly. “It was like him to threaten people, but it wasn’t like he was lying about it. Considering how little Ghostbur remembers of you, you probably left Wilbur alone for over a decade.”

Phil couldn’t believe that. There wasn’t a chance in the world. Something- something else had to have gone wrong. It couldn’t have been his fault that all of this had happened. It couldn’t have been his fault that dozens of people in this place had lost their lives. It wasn’t his fault that Technoblade had ended up dying on Doomsday. It wasn’t his fault that he doomed a child to forever be trapped within the grasp of a monster, even when that monster is dead.