MCYT OneShots

Through Flames and Smoke

TW: House fires, blood, wounds

So I didn't really have much of a plan for this chapter, I'm just going to write whatever comes to mind. So sorry in advance if this chapter is crap. Hope you enjoy this.

Philza's POV:

Being the father of 3 problematic and unpredictable kids came with a lot of advantages. I'm normally able to tell when something isn't right or when something's wrong, today was one of those days where I had a nagging feeling that something was wrong.

Looking around, there wasn't really much that could go wrong, but at this point that factor was irrelevant. I decided to go through the things I knew. I knew that Tommy was with Tubbo at Scott's house, Techno was upstairs in his room and Wilbur was sat on the couch opposite mine.

I tried to calm my mind but I knew that something was off, but I didn't know what. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my phone, I checked who was calling me and noticed it was Scott. I accepted the call and put the phone on speaker mode.

"Hey mate, how ar-" my greeting was hastily interrupted by Scott.

"PHIL! I NEED- FUCK! I NEED HELP!" my tone instantly changed and I noticed Wil's face looked serious. Scott never and I mean never swears unless its dead serious or he's extremely panicked. Before I could talk, Wilbur took control.

"Scott. What's going on?" he asked in a calm but strong tone, I tried to listen to the noise in teh background.

"There- there's a fir- TUBBO, TOMMY! HERE, NOW!"

We both listened, Wil's eyes widened in what I assumed was realisation. His face paled. "Scott. Is there a fire at your house?" he asked, this time it was my eyes that widened.

"Y-yeah, the boys were trying to cook. Now the whole house is on fire." 

I could hear the fear and strain in Scott's voice. This time I spoke.

"Scott, are you all outside?" I had a feeling I already knew the answer, but I decided to ask anyway.

"No- no we aren't, I've already called the fire brigade but I don't- I don't know what else to do!" 

I could tell that Scott was trying and failing to keep his panic on the inside, it broke my heart. Techno must've come downstairs at some point cause he suddenly spoke.

"Scott, I need you to listen to me. Get yourself, Tommy and Tubbo out the house. Now." his voice was commanding but you could hear the worry, the sound of someone moving was heard before Scott's voice was heard again.

"I'm trying to get us out the house, but we're stuck on the second floor. I don't trust the stairs."

I could hear strain in Scott's tone, there was something he wasn't sharing. 

"Scott. Are any of you hurt?" I asked in a serious voice, he hummed in response. "Scott, use a window to get out. Do it now." Wilbur demanded. I heard Scott telling Tubbo and Tommy to leave through the window, after that there was silence.

"Tubbo and Tommy are out."

A small voice told us, Wilbur's expression changed to a confused one. Why had Scott only mentioned the kids, what about him? was the thought that struck our minds.

"What about you?" Techno asked, there was a moment of silence.

"I'm also out, we're heading to your house."

Scott told us, I sighed in relief. Wilbur stood up and ran off somewhere in the house, I wasn't really sure what he was doing but I decided not to ask.

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Philza's POV:

After about half an hour, I heard the doorbell ring. I quickly stood up and rushed to the door, I swung it open. The sight I was gifted with made me freeze in place.

Tommy and Tubbo were standing on opposite sides of Scott, they were covered in smoke and ash but other than a couple of burns and cuts they looked fine. Scott however, was a different story.

The man was covered in soot, ash and smoke. His right leg had blood all over it, however due to the amount of blood I couldn't tell if it was from an injury or not. Another thing I noticed was how raspy and strained his breathing was.

"Hey... P-Phil." he wheezed, Tubbo looked up at his brother with unshed tears clouding his eyes, Scott's breath hitched as he coughed harshly.

Before I could say anything, Scott's eyes rolled back and his legs buckled causing him to fall like dead weight towards the ground. I rushed forward and barely managed to catch him before he hit the ground, I carefully lifted him up into my arms.

"Come on, inside you two." I instructed the younger boys, they quickly ran inside, Tommy shut the door after we were all through the door. Moving slowly as to not hurt Scott more than he already was, I made my way over to the couch and placed him down onto it.

Techno moved towards us and stood beside me, he looked over Scott's leg with care.

"From what I can see, the blood on his leg is from scratches. I don't think there's a big wound involved." he informed the group, I nodded and turned to Tubbo and Tommy.

"Let's get you both cleaned up." I said, both boys nodded and followed me towards the bathroom.

Wilbur's POV:

After collecting some things I knew would be needed, I hastily made my way back into the living room. I saw Techno hovering over Scott so I moved next to him.

I wordlessly handed him a bucket of cold water and a cloth, he seemed to understand what I was suggesting so we both started to clean the blood and dirt off of Scott.

It took a while to get everyone cleaned but we managed it. I settled myself down on the same couch as Scott and rested his head on my lap. Tubbo and Tommy were huddled together on a separate couch while Phil and Techno called Dream to let him know the events that had happened.

I knew it was going to take some time for the three victims to heal, but me and my family will help the whole way.

Sorry for the abrupt ending, I had no ideas T^T. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this choppy chapter, sorry if it's not as good as previous ones. I hope to see you all in the next one, bye bye!