"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //

Tubbo can see the future. Sort of. Ever since he arrived on the Dream SMP, visions have always been blurring and spinning behind his eyes, throwing out glimpses of what's to come. Seeing is believing, and when you see too much, perhaps you must come to believe the hardest truth of all: Sometimes there is nothing you can do to change the future. But perhaps, also, you can come to believe another truth, too: Sometimes, there is everything you can do to change the future, if only you would be brave enough to take a chance. Put it all together with just a pinch of plot convenience, stir, and you have the recipe for a slightly crack mostly legit story!