Practice Book

// Black. //

//warnings:

burning houses, fire, arson (no, not me or my arson buddy. The fire arson.), cringe, blood, cursing//

The tall male looked at the houses, all of them with fire in and out of it. He had a frown but soon became a smile, 3 boys ran toward the tall man. He just turned to them and smiled, 1 of them yelled "THIS ISN'T LIKE YOU!!! PLEASE SNAP OUT OF IT!!" "What do you mean, Wilbur?" the man said, still smiling "I always was like this." The man or 'Wilbur' looked at the long, pink-haired one, "I know I kill orphans but this is too far, even for me." The man, Phil, just frowned, "What's so wrong about this?" his eyes turning from blue to red to black. The youngest and shortest seemed too scared to talk, "You know, mate, killing is pretty bad but this is worst?" he laughed, a chilling laugh "How is it, Techno? The blood god." The pink-haired one just stared, and quietly said, "T-This isn't Phil, is it...?" ''Phil'' just laughed, "It took you THAT long to realize that?!" he asked, getting stares from the boys. "Wow, how pathetic of you." He said, "Phil must've raised you wrong." The youngest just muttered, "Mind speaking up, child?" ''Phil'' said, "I said, SHUT THE FUCK UP. WE MAY NOT KNOW YOU BUT THAT DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO FUCKING TALK SHIT ABOUT THIS FUCKING FAMILY" he yelled, which caught everyone by surprise. But the black-eyed male wasn't. "You know me, at least Phil does." he announced "How does he know you?" the young one hissed, still pissed. "I'm a part of him." He responded, the fire rose (I can't spell it, I hope I'm correct) and some fire went in front of him, he had the darkest black wings, a bit of black on his skin, black eyes and his clothes were a black, white, gray version of Philza's clothes, the boys were passed out already.

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I woke up, sweating, and looking around. I see my feathers on the floor with blood, I look at my wings. 'Goddamn it.' and I could feel pain on my wings. I looked at the time, 12 pm 'SHIT-' I ran downstairs and see my kids on the couch eating food, I sighed. Glad they're okay...

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"But what if he comes back and that happens?" someone asked

"I'll make sure he won't again," I answered them

I guess Wilbur saw me because he ghost-hugged me and said "Hey Dad!" 

I softly smiled, while the voice continued talking to me.

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9125 days with them, 1825 without HIM

//429 words

Cool

Um... No words for this

Good day, drink water, sleep, eat :)

I love you//