The Philza Prism

The Beginning

Philza isn't exactly the only one of himself in the whole multiverse, and unfortunately for him, the gods are entirely aware of it. Each separate dimension of him has a different color and a completely separate personality. Some are evil, some kind. Some are even very comical, which makes the gods laugh sometimes. One day, the gods decide to have a meeting to vote on what to do with the separate versions of each person. Most of them were voted to merge into one, for the sanity of most of the people and the gods, but for Phil? They decided to bring every colorza into the same world together. Mainly, it was for a laugh, for 'plot' they would say. But when Philza himself found himself staring at one of him, he would disagree.

The day came fast, maybe not to Philza but to the gods who were foolish enough to make light of the other versions of him. When the day arrived, he had found himself walking to the Syndicate meeting room, to talk to his fellow members. The commune was his home now, and he lived very close to his adoptive son, and best friend Technoblade. Upon arrival, however..he was shocked to see a rainbow color spree of himself sitting down at the table. And just as shocked as he was, stood Technoblade, who had already arrived at the meeting table. Before he could even react, they began to attempt to explain, as they had already been seen by the gods before being put here. They didn't seem very happy or cheerful with the idea at all either, staring at each other with confusion. 

The red version of Phil spoke first, his tone confused but somewhat chaotic and serious.  "Can anyone care to explain to those two what happened?" He said, his voice deeper than Phil's and laced with some form of menace or trouble. He didn't seem like the guy to be very nice but didn't seem to be the kind to be serious all the time either. The blue one looked over and sighed, looking back over to the original Phil. "We're you, just from different dimensions. Each of us is a different color and acts differently. The gods put us here...for 'plot'." He states. The blue one's tone seemed calmer and cooler. Not cold as ice but more of a relaxing chill, and very laced with kindness. Phil looked around in disbelief, noticing that there was the entire color of the rainbow including black and white. 'What the fuck.' was the only thought the green bird could think of. Taking a closer look at the colored versions of him, he noticed that almost every single one of them was a separate hybrid from him. Taking a moment to breathe, and making sure Techno did as well, painfully aware that he was going to be more confused than every colorza in the room combined. "Okay so..to get this right, you are all me? But..different?" He states, dumbfounded. It was hard to believe that his wife was part of the gods that voted on this decision, cursing her out in his head subconsciously. "Correct." The voice was heard from the other side of the table. It had an echo and came from the one that appeared to have no face. He was grey and had a veil on his hat to presumably prevent people from trying to touch him.

Phil took a moment and then sat down across from where the other versions were sitting. He takes the time to actually note the appearance of each one, starting with the red one. He had on a red suit, with a red tie, and had demon horns poking out of his hat. According to the horns, it's assumed he also has a tail and by the white clothes peaking out of his hands, it is assumed he changed when he arrived. Next to him was the blue one, who was staring at the red one. He has antlers on his head and deer ears, along with wings like he originally has. He also has little items dangling on his hat, notably a feather and a small gem. He was wearing something similar to what Philza would wear if he had lived in the Antarctic, with gold sometimes placed on his clothing. Sat next to him was the pink one. He had flowers plastered all over him, and he had a smile on his face disregarding the confusion of his situation. He had a gown on unlike all of the other colorzas, and also wore a veil similar to the grey one, but more likely for the look rather than to prevent unwanted touch. He had a very wholesome vibe around him and seemed to be rather kind. The yellow one was next, he had an extra pair of wings on his hat and seemed to look more egotistical than the others. He also had a bow on his back, along with a piercing that held a yellow chain with a sun on it. He had a rather annoyed look on his face as if he didn't want to be here, in which case Phil can't blame him because he doesn't want to be either. He looks over to the purple one who seemed to have music in his ears. He wasn't paying any attention to what was going on as long as he had the music in his ears and even so he looked to not be the very happy type. He had cat ears and a cat tail, and if Phil had gone through a high school emo phase, this is what he'd look like. He wore black fingerless gloves and a purple and black hoodie. He didn't seem to be unfriendly but didn't look very approachable, much like the red one. Next to him sat the orange one. He had redstone in his hand and was tinkering away, which wasn't surprising considering what he was wearing. Instead of being a hybrid, he was entirely human, with the exception of the mechanical wings that he assumingly built. He wore goggles, and had red dust on his face, assumingly from redstone tinkering. He wore a lightweight orange coat with a black shirt and orange pants, along with gloves like the purple one. He seemed to be calmer than the rest of them, despite the odd fact that there were other versions of him. Placed next to him was the grey one. Upon closer look, his face appears to be replaced with a void, which makes you wonder how he even speaks. He wears more accurate clothing to Phil himself, if not more culturally based and grey. He bears massive black wings on his back and appears to be carrying a lantern. Not much can be gathered about him from his appearance or the way he sits, considering he isn't sitting any particular way and has no facial expression to read. And lastly, placed next to the grey one is the white one. The immaturity in Phil wants to call him something else, but not wanting to anger the angelic-looking version of himself he decides not to. He wore completely white clothing and had multiple sets of wings everywhere. He was also floating and looked almost god-like, which makes Phil wonder if there really is a god version of himself. He seemed reserved and didn't look like much of a talker. He seemed calm as well.

"So..do each of you have names or do we just..call you by color?" Phil asks. It's more likely that they would have the same name as him, so it was quite a shock to hear the blue one respond with, "Yes actually. We've all already introduced ourselves to each other." Phil looks around and then looks at Techno to make sure he was still breathing. "Well uh..introduce yourselves I guess??" He stated, unsure what to say. After all, if you were in this situation you wouldn't know what else to say either. The red one looked at the other few before starting. "I'm Phin. Where I'm from I'm kind of considered like the 'chaotic evil' on that one chart thing." He says. Phil assumed he was restraining back a worse description so as to not scare off anyone else, but nodded nonetheless. "I'm Finley! I like the snow and winter in general. I also care for the majority of people where I come from. Also, I consider Phin my brother since we're opposites!" As he finished his last statement, you can hear the small groan that comes out of the red one, assuming this isn't willing at all. "And I'm Pheo!! I like gardens and flowers and the color pink! My favorite thing to do is make flower crowns and I love caring for people!!" He states with excitement. 'How can anyone be excited in this scenario..'. Phil nods a bit to acknowledge he understood before looking to the yellow one. "I'm Fletcher. I'm really good with a bow and I also hate it here already. I can already tell I'm better than the rest of you-" Fletcher pauses after noticing the very oddly placed stare on Pheo's face. 'I can already tell I shouldn't make him mad, damn mate.' Phil looks over to the next one in line. "I'm Florence, and I'm edgy. I listen to music all of the time and like to hide in my room all the time." Phil mentally cringes literally at himself before moving on to the next version of himself. "Hey mate, I'm Flynn. I like to tinker with redstone and build contraptions with it." 'I can tell.' Phil then looks over to the one he was personally curious about, the grey one. "Hello. I'm Frey, it's good to meet you." He nods before Phil, being respectful. "And I'm Pherusa. Pleasure to meet you, Phil.". Both the grey and white versions of himself seem to have high status in regard to the rest, especially with the way they spoke. Techno stood up, looking over to Phil before asking the rest of the colorzas to leave as 'the meeting was over' before looking over to Phil once more.

"Phil. This is gonna be one hell of a ride."