Nineteen. Father
"DINNER IS READY" Phil hums, walking over to the table me and Jack sat at with two plates. Phil places the two plates in front of us, each had what looked like a cooked crow.
"Erm...Thank you" I smile at him, he smiles back and takes a seat in the middle of me and Jack.
"Thank you Dadza!" Jack beams, he used his hands but he was also a zombie so maybe it was normal.
"Do you have utensils to cut this?" I ask politely. Phil turns to me with wide eyes and a large smile.
He nods. "Yes, yes I do" He stands up and grabs a knife and fork from a drawer in the kitchen.
"Tha- oh" I was going to take the two utensils from his hand but instead he started cutting it for me.
"I'll do it for you! my sons always had such a hard time cutting their food up. I can just do it, no need to thank me, it's what I do" He rambles as he cuts my food into pieces.
"Thank you" I nod as he sets the knife and fork down next to my plate and takes his seat.
Phil sits staring at the two of us as we eat, the smile never leaving his face. "Are you guys enjoying your dinner?"
"Mhm" Jack nods, mouth full of food.
"Yes, what is it?" I ask calmly.
"Uhm, steak!" Phil replies nervously.
"Wouldn't steak go bad with no electricity to keep the fridge running?" I look at him confused.
"Then chicken" He changes his response.
"I- okay" I sigh, not complaining anymore because the meat wasn't bad.
When I finish eating I stand up and grab my plate, Phil quickly stands up, scaring me. "Let me take that for you"
"N-No its fine...I can do it, I know where the sink is" I dryly chuckle, I go to walk to the kitchen but Phil grabs the plate, both of us holding it. "I- heh, Phil? What are you- what are you doing?" I pull the plate towards my chest, he doesn't let go.
"I'll take care of you kids, please, go sit down" He smiles, this smile scared me.
"But-"
"Y/N, go" He places a hand on my shoulder. I felt a tingling in my shoulder, I blink and see I'm in the same room but Phil wasn't in front of me, he was in his chair at the table with three other people.
"Philll, can we go to the store again? I lost my toothbrush!" That voice sounded like Tommy- wait, Tommy?
I look at the group, Wilbur, Tommy, and Techno all sat at the table with Phil.
Phil chuckles softly. "Your toothbrush is in your hand Tommy" He speaks calmly.
"Oh, then how was I eating my cereal?" Tommy asks himself, confused.
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Fanfictionher beauty was more powerful than a zombies bite. ~apocalypse au~ ⒸSandyfroglegs 2022 RANKS! #1 in awsamdude - 12/12/22 #1 in fundy - 02/12/23 #1 in dsmpxoc - 02/12/23 #1 in dsmpxreader - 5/29/23