𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℝ𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕥 (On Hiatus?)

The Past Is Past

Phil's POV

I tossed and turned in my bed, I haven't been able to get much sleep lately. I always had problems sleeping but not like this, it's been this way since,..'no..don't think of that.'

I sigh and lay there for awhile staring up at my ceiling, eventually I gave up and just sat up in bed, I can't sleep, it's pointless. I haven't had a good nights rest since, well since Wilbur died.

Every time I try to sleep I start to remember that day. During the days I can distract myself and push it out of my mind but when I try to sleep it all comes back to me. He asked me to kill him, I tried to convince him otherwise but he didn't listen. I only did what he wanted but..I shouldn't have. I am his father I should have done something, anything! I failed!

I feel tears fall down my face and I chuckle slightly, here I am, Philza minecraft, sometimes even called the creater of Minecraft, sitting here crying alone in my bed.

I don't know how long I was sitting there but eventually I stopped crying and just stared down at my hands. I felt like I was finally starting to drift off so I layed back down but suddenly I heard something. I jumped up alarmed at first but it faded to just tired frustration. I glared in the direction of the sound, 'if its a spider I swear to god' I thought.

Then suddenly the sound came again, this time I recognized it as a knock, I slowly dragged myself out of bed and went to the door, "who in the hell visits at this time of night" I grumbled grumpily to myself, when I opened the door I blinked for a moment in the darkness but quickly realized that no one was there.

Was this a prank? I looked around, it was darker than most nights. No stars, not even the moon was visible it was just darkness. I felt a weird chill go down my spine and a strong uneasy feeling, I was about to head back inside when I heard a voice behind me.

"Why did you do it Phil?"

I stiffened, that voice...not Ghostburs, but his voice, the voice of my boy, that voice I hadn't heard for so long. I turned around slowly and was face to face with Wilbur. He was taller than I remembered he and I were the same height now.

"Why Phil?" He repeated this time more aggressive although his face and eyes only revealed apathy.

"I..Will-you- your alive?!" I stumbled over my words. Why was he here?! Did he get revived somehow? But when? I couldn't process how I felt, I was happy, and relieved but at the same time I felt guilty, sad, and a little bit of fear as well.

"You killed me Phil" Wilbur said plainly never breaking his cold unblinking stare. I realized that he was angry with me, he had the right to be. His stare was unnerving, I shuddered and had to look away.

"Will-" I tried to begin but felt myself being violently shoved. I whipped around alarmed and saw Wilbur standing in front of me enraged and glaring.

"You murdered me Phil! Your own son!" I backed away from him, an unexplainable feeling of fear surging through me.

"Will.." I said cautiously, I knew he'd be mad but I hadn't called for this.

"No! You killed me! You killed me Phil! I trusted you and you killed me! I loved you! You were my father!" He screamed at me tears streaming down his face.

I felt a swarm of emotions overwhelm me, most of which were guilt.

"YOU TOLD ME TO!" was all I was able to say in response as tears fell down my cheeks. Wilbur froze and went back to his dead stare.

"Kill me Phil"

I went rigid "what?" I asked quitely.

"Do it Phil, Kill me!" Wilbur yelled desperately tears streaming down his face. He looked different now, more alive.

I looked around and realized that the scenery had changed, but I knew where I was.

"L-L'manburg?" I studdered out, confused as to how and why me and Wilbur got here.

I wasn't just in L'manburg though. It was worse, I was in this room again, this cursed room where Wilbur had blown up L'manburg and I had killed him. Looking out the gaping hole in the wall I could see L'manburg destroyed beside us and the faces of Tommy, Tubbo and many others looking in on us.

I tried to call out to them but there was no response from them, they just continued to glare at Wilbur.

"It's gone Phil! Phil it's my fault they all hate me Phil kill me!" The memories came back, no, not this place, no please, I can't do this again.

But he just kept yelling it. What was happening?! Why was I here?! What in the world was going on!

I felt panicked, I tried to talk but words didn't come. The voice of Wilbur blaming me came back and all I could hear was Wilbur blaming me but at the same time begging me to kill him. Somewhere I heard a banging sound that just continued without cease. Itt was all so loud, all so very loud.

It went on for what felt like an eternity, I wanted to scream but suddenly I felt my face hit something hard. I supposed Wilbur had hit me or something but when I opened my eyes I was on my own floor in front of my bed. I groaned in pain and heaved myself up off the floor. Dreams like this were common for me now, all the more reason I don't sleep. I could feel the tears left over on my face and with a sigh I began to wipe them off.

Suddenly I heard the banging sound again, knocking. I stiffened remembering my dream but I looked out the window. It was dark still but the stars and moon were out, that sight alone soothed me.

I heard a voice soon after followed by another knock. The voice was much more welcoming then Wilbur's.

"Phil, are you home?" Ranboo asked nervously. I felt a pang of guilt, how long had he been out there knocking.

I let out a sigh of relief and got up. I didn't care that it was late Ranboo was always welcome here. Picking myself up off the floor and brushing myself off and shifting my wings I started to wake up a little and I went and answered the door.

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Chapter by me, Pineapples_56

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