SBI Centric Oneshots

Welcome Home

TW: Abuse, blood, and mention of injury.
Phil loved flying. The wind tugging at his ebony feathers. Clouds soaring past with nothing but him and the sky.

But Phil hated the Nether. It was always extremely hot and smoky. None of the residents liked him either.

As shown an hour ago when a ghast caught him unawares while mining netherite. One second he had felt very happy with his luck. The next his back was in horrible pain. At least his green robes weren't badly singed.

So he had to walk, over the heated netherack, to try and get back to his portal. He wished for flight more than anything as he looked up at the hill in front him.

The blonde groaned as he finally reached the top after a grueling struggle of pain and heat. The bag of netherite on his shoulder didn't help either. He almost collapsed onto the floor when he suddenly heard a noise that pricked his Elytrian senses.

A weird cracking sound was coming from a nearby warped forest. Ducking under the teal vines and weaving through the trees, Phil spotted something that made him freeze behind his cover.

Three adult piglins, two much older than the third, were all standing over a bloodied animal. Not an animal. He realized as it shifted into a better view.

A child was huddled on the floor, covering its neck as the biggest of the three adults, a large tusked piglin brute, lashed at it again with a whip. Anger bubbled inside the blonde as he listened to the old woman piglin talk in their language to the bleeding child.

"We've berated you multiple times about your greed. And now we're out of golden apples!" There was another lashing. "No food for another week!" The youngest adult snickered as the boy was whipped once more. But the three did leave after that.

Phil immediately got up. Walking, as to not frighten the poor thing, he went over and knelt in front of it. It's a hybrid. He realized as a pale face and red eyes stared at the man, more out of curiosity than fear.

"Hey, mate. Can I help you?" He dropped his pack and reached out towards the small thing, who moved away slightly. His eyebrows scrunched as he tried to think of what he could do. Then the idea hit him. "Look, mate. I'm different too." He stretched out his wings to show the kid.

Pain lacerated his back as he did, making him cry out in shock. Surprisingly, it's what got the piglin hybrid to move. Up in a flash, the child was at his back, feeling the wound even though his own was far worse.

Phil could have sworn he heard a tsking noise as the kid ripped off the remains of his shirt and tied the blonde's back up in a neat bandage. Well, as neat as it could be anyways. But before the kid could move away, Philza was already grasping him and making him sit down.

"Alright, now it's your turn." He said with a little chuckle as the pinkette squirmed.

He grabbed some bandages from his pack and carefully wrapped the child's back and torso. Without the shirt, Phil could practically draw all the cuts and bruises on the exposed skin. It broke his heart....which led to his decision.

When the child, realizing he was bandaged up, stood to leave, the blonde stopped him.

"Would you like to come home with me, mate?" The pinkette stared, wide eyed, at him. "I'd never leave you. You'd always be warm and fed." He offered a golden apple for emphasis. It took barely a second as the child snatched the snack and gulped it down. "Come on then."

He stood up and held out a hand that was immediately accepted. Throwing his bag back over his shoulder, the two set off, not looking back.

After awhile of walking and silence, only interrupted by lava pops, they reached the portal Phil had used. The kid hesitated nervously as they got close. The blonde smiled at him reassuringly. Then they stepped through.
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Techno loved the Nether. The heat was always comforting against his skin. Warped forests were enchanting places to read books on mythology.