Philza Oneshots

The Egg Destructive. (2/2)

This is the second part to "The Egg at the End." Hopefully you'll enjoy it, just thought of some weird shit lol-

guys i uh why did little me used to read dream sans x nightmare sans i don't know what was wrong with me i swear i'm not like that anymore i'm going to cry-

LISTEN I AM IN A STATE OF PANICK MY FUCKING CITY WAS BOMBED BY 8 MISSILES AND I CAME SO CLOSE TO ONE I WILL CRY MY HOUSE IS LOCATED NEAR THE AIRPORT WHICH IS ONE OF THE AREAS THAT WAS BOMBED I WILL FUCKING CRY NO MORE PHILZA MINECRAFT I WILL BE NONEXISTENT IN THE NEAR FUTURE 😭😭

I MIGHT AS WELL COME OUT AS IM AT IT, IM A MCDONALDS JANITOR AND I LIVE IN THEIR BASEMENT /j/j pls

IM GOING TO FUCKING CRY SOMEONE REQUESTED A PHILZA X FRIDGE SMUT WHAT THE FUCK

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The white void consumed him. Everything he'd thought real and what not, every sense of humanity left him but sadness. The sight of pure white surrounding him felt sad, and numb. He heard his name being called but didn't answer. Multiple times. He didn't recognize the voice. And yet it was so, so familiar..

"Phil?"

He whipped around, searching for the male voice he was sure was behind him. All he could see was white. Was he blind?

"Philza."

"What do you want from me?!" He yelled, his voice seemingly bouncing off the unreachable "walls" of this hell he was stuck in.

"Remember."

?

"Forget."

"What do you mean?" Phil asked, ignoring the echo that came afterwards.

"Leave."

The void started crumbling around him, turning to dust and covering him in pitch black instead. He tried to run, but the ground opened beneath him and he fell.. fell. . .  f e l l . . . .

He gasped, his eyes shooting open. He was sure the impact would've killed him if it weren't a dream. His first train of thought was:

'How did I get here?'

'This isn't my ceiling.'

'Where's Techno?'

Pulling back the covers from the bed he was lying in, he drew back the curtains. It seemed to be near noon, just a half hour away from sunset. The gray sky of the clouds reflected Phil's confusion and worry.

He'd fallen on the ground, he could remember..

His friends being executed. Brutally.

But they were okay.

..they were okay.

His wings.

They were gone forever. Dream had carved out the fucking bone, as if Phil had never flown with natural, hybrid wings. The only thing that Phil saw "beautiful" in himself were his wings, and now they were gone what was he?

A bit of poking around and he figured this was a L'manburg's ally or residence. He thought it best to get out, he wasn't exactly on good terms with L'manburg, though a few of his good friends did reside here.