Sleepy Fantasy

Chapter 4

~~9 years ago, Philza's cabin~~

Philza had just put Tommy to bed and he was putting the last still lit candle. Still no sign of Technoblade, he was probably out working late. The family needed every gold coin they could get. In the small living area Wilbur sat by the old fireplace, in his hand was one of young Tommy's charcoal drawings.

"I remember that one," Phil sat down next to him, "what was the story behind it again?"

Wilbur laughed. "Oh Tommy and his little stories."

"Hey, let him be a kid," Phil said, "he's got 11 years before he might be drafted like you. I enjoy his tales of adventure."

"Well for this one he told me that me and a fish had a child," Wilbur said, "a fox boy named Fundy. What about you? What was tonight's tale?"

"Tommy told me about a land called L'Manburg. A nation made by you and him," Phil said, "you were king, or I think he called it a president."

"He sure does have an-" he stopped as smoke came from the kitchen. Philza walked to the room to find bright purple flames at the center of a roaring fire.

"Dad," Tommy yelled from his room upstairs, right above the kitchen, "Dad help!"

"Wilbur, get the doors open," Philza commanded as he got as close to Tommy as he could, "Tommy, you're going to jump down to me. Okay?"

"What if I fall," he said, staring at the flames as they burned through more of the floor, "Dad, what if-"

"The door's jammed," Wilbur whispered to Phil, not wanting to worry Tommy anymore, "I'm going to open it from the outside."

"Don't worry, son, I'll catch you," Phil promised as he held his arms out, "You just have to jump."

Tommy glanced at the quickly growing fire and back to Phil. The boy inched his way closer to the edge, putting his arm over his face as the fire suddenly grew larger. He closed his eyes and jumped to Phil, landing in his open arms.

"Dad, where's Will," Tommy coughed as smoke started to flood his lungs.

"He's opening the doors and going to get Techno, we're going to be okay Toms," Phil said as he held his head onto his shoulder.

"I'm tired," Tommy said, his voice hoarse and eyes burning.

"I've got you," Phil said, trying not to let his voice break, he had to stay strong for Tommy, "you'll wake up tomorrow morning and the fire will be gone. We'll be fine." It was a lie, but Tommy didn't have to know that.

Tommy suddenly started violently coughing, blood came up and the taste of salt filled his mouth. He buried his face in Philza's shoulder, trying to block out any smoke, trying to get a fresh breath of air.

"Techno," Wilbur called out as he ran through the small town, making himself as solid as possible to try and pass as human, "Has anyone seen Technoblade?!"

Someone directed him to the local pub, where Techno worked and would go to blow off steam. Wilbur opened the door frantically looking around for his brother.

"What are you doing here," Techno demanded as he pulled him back outside, "You know-"

"No time," Wilbur interrupted, "we have to get back to the cabin now."

The urgency is his voice told Techno that something had gone horribly wrong. Without second thought he took off sprinting down the road. Wilbur kept pace with him, and when they reached the cover of the forest he sped past Techno, not even touching the ground. Wilbur wished there was something he could do, but he didn't have enough control over his ghostly body to be able to pick up Techno, but maybe if he had tried they would have gotten there sooner. Maybe. Seeing the roaring fire that had climbed up the walls and the boarded doors, Techno grabbed the axe from out back and began to make a hole in the wall.

"Tommy," Techno screamed as he tore away the charred wood not caring about the burns on his hands. He went in to find Philza and Tommy huddled in the center of the room. Flames licked Phil's back as he leaned protectively over Tommy. He appeared to be stuck in the position, both of them weren't moving or seemed to see Techno. Wilbur came through the wall and checked the two. Tommy appeared to just be asleep with his eyes closed and leaning against Phil's chest, but he didn't move, there was just his stiff, frozen in place body.

"Will," Phil croaked, finally seeing Techno, but just barely holding on to the living world, he wanted to let go at this point, "get him out of here." He was talking about Techno who was trying to go through the fire to them. The young man froze when there was cracking above him, Wilbur quickly flew over to him and shoved him out of the hole he had created. Pieces of wood fell from above, until a large chunk fell right on top of them, killing Philza.

"No," Techno screamed, fighting against Wilbur who was holding him back, he knew that it was suicidal to go back in, as did Techno, "Wilbur! Let me get Phil! Let me go back to Dad!"

~~Present Day~~

"I didn't know that I had killed their family until it was done," Clay muttered as he finished telling them what he had remembered, "and after that I made an oath to never kill another human or mortal ever again."

"But why not every creature," Sapnap couldn't help but ask, "because angels and demons remember their family before they die, right?"

"Because I have good reason to hate those vampires," Clay snapped standing up abruptly, he was tired of Sapnap seeing the good in things where there wasn't, "they took everything from me! You want to know why I hate demons and vampires so much, why I'm an assassin! Demons killed my parents and vampires took my sister!"

"I'm sorry," Sapnap whispered as Clay stormed off, he put his head in his hands. George ran after Clay while Skeppy stayed, "this is all my fault."

"I mean it kinda is, if you hadn't pushed Clay he wouldn't have gotten mad at you," Skeppy said, clearly not helping Sapnap's mood or guilt.

Clay hadn't gone far, just out of the courtyard and on the edge of the forest. He stared out at the trees and sat on the ground, leaning against the wall.

"You alright man," George said as he rounded the corner.

"No," Clay ran his fingers through his hair, brushing it back, "but Sapnap needs to grow up."

"If you don't mind me asking, what was your sister's name," George asked as he sat down on the bricks next to him.

"Really," Clay blinked at him, "You aren't going to ask what happened to her?"

"No, you don't seem ready to say so anyway," George leaned back, "so might as well focus on the good memories."

"Well uh, she's why my assassin name is Dream," Clay said pulled the mask off his belt and looking at it, "her name was Drista. I thought it was the best way to honor her was to kill the very things that took her away. I'd give anything to see her again."

But would you want to see me now, Drista thought, she sat behind a column training her hearing on the two. But she quickly pushed away the thought, she was a vampire now, forever loyal to the Count. Clay may have been her blood family, but the Count chose her.

But did she still chose the Count?

Ah yes, the seeds of uncertainty. Well that was Phil and Tommy's deaths for you. Will Dream ever find out that Drista is alive? You shall see. Well thank you all for reading and please vote and comment! Maybe tell me your favorite part so far.

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