Day 3: Betrayal

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This day includes a flashback with betrayal, and then the actual angst after. Angsty Phil :)

Characters Included: Phil, Wilbur, and Techno (ALL OF THE STORY IS FROM PHIL POV)


Flashback:

Wilbur pressed the button, he pressed it, even as I begged him not to. Tears flooded from his eyes as he watched his home, the very home he had been trying to get back and protect, blew up. He looked up at me with pleading, crazy eyes then he said the very words I wish I had never heard.

"Kill me Phil, kill me. Kill me, I can't live with this."

I stuttered out my reply, "B-But you're my son Wilbur!"

"Kill me Phil, I can't do this."

I couldn't look at his eyes any longer. I couldn't stop myself. He was my son, but he betrayed us, and betrayers have to be executed... I drew my sword and Wilbur stood in front of me with tears and unreadable expressions in his eyes. I closed my eyes and then plunged my sword through his heart before breaking down in tears myself on his body...


It had only been a day ago that I had been forced to kill my own son. My own son. Wilbur was gone, and I was his murderer. The previous day had gone haywire, but at least I was able to chat with my other son, Techno, for a bit. I let out a sigh and raised my head to look at the night sky. The moon and stars showed brightly, but not bright enough to break my sadness.

I felt an overwhelming gut pain as I started to cry, sobbing away my emotions. I looked up to the sky from the tree I leaned against, it was peaceful out here, I was the only thing disturbing it.

Suddenly I heard the hoofbeats of a horse and I stood up, desperately trying to wipe away my tears as the horse came closer. When the horse and rider came into view, I knew I just couldn't hold it in, I felt tears sliding down my face again as I saw Techno. The man, my son... my only piglet. The pigman rode closer and hopped off his horse.

"Phil? A-Are you alright?"

I rubbed my eyes, trying to clear them. Techno wasn't really the best person to meet out here, he was socially anxious and was bad at showing his own emotions. My breath hitched as I attempted a reply. "Y-Yeah..." I say, shoving my arm up toward my face to wipe away the wetness there again.

My son strode forward, and shook his head, "That's a lie Phil, what is it?" He asked, holding out a hand to help me stand. I carefully took it and he helped to pull me to my feet.

"I-I... It's just Wilbur... I-I was the one who killed him Techno. I had to fucking murder my own son." I couldn't hold in the sobs any longer as I covered my face with my hands. Techno, although usually bad at this, put a hand around my shoulder, making me feel safer.

"I miss him too, but we must go on, the war never ends Phil. It never will, and unless you're willing to fight for it, you'll never succeed. You'll never stop feeling this pain, but you might be able to distract yourself from it. I've had to kill countless people Phil, but I never let the emotion drown me- I'm really bad at words..." He says honestly.

I couldn't help but lightly chuckle through my teary eyes and sadness. "Y-You're right Techno... I've killed probably more than you, but-" He cut himself off. "Wilbur... he..." I couldn't bring myself to say anymore. Techno just simply nodded.

"I don't honestly know what to say, but it'll be alright, don't look at the past, look towards the future." He said before mounting his horse again, the place where his arm was, now cold. "I'm going to go prepare for, whatever happens, I suggest you do the same father."

I just nodded and waved a goodbye as the man rode off into the night. It was quiet again, I was out of tears to cry. I felt a pain in my chest, my gut, everything, but I knew he was right. Techno never thought he had a way with words, quotes, phrases, but he did, and he said just the right thing.

I can't let the past with Wilbur fill my mind. I have to let the future and the coming wars fill my thoughts. I'm sorry Wilbur, but I must move on. You'll always be my son.


I beg, I am literally crying. CLOUDED HOW COULD YOU MAKE ME DO THIS

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