He was pulled out of his trance, by the sound of what he assumed was the front door closing and Technoblade calmly walking towards the origin of the sound.
'Wonder who's here'
Now, when Philza said he was going out to gather some materials, he did not expect to come back to his oldest friend telling him that his youngest son's ghost was sat in the guest room, seemingly without memories of anyone on this godforsaken server. However, that is exactly what had happened. He had returned to the small, wooden home in the tundra, only to be met with his best friend 'rushing' out to meet him in the doorway and tell him that his youngest son doesn't remember him.
"Tommy, do you know who I am?"
"Nope! It's nice to meet you though!"
Phil sighs sadly..
'It's nice to meet you too."
"What's your name?"
"Phil"
"Nice, you already seem to know mine."
"Yeah.."
"You seem sad, Phil."
"I'm not sad Tommy, don't worry about it."
"Mm.. okay Phil!"
By now, Technoblade had walked out to sort the materials Phil had brought back into his chests, leaving Tommy and Phil alone. He wondered if Tommy remembered anyone on the SMP..
*AN: Sorry for not updating when I said I would, I had work to do. Hope the extra chapter makes up for it! Have a good morning/night! :D*
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Let Him Rest
FanfictionIf only Death would open her arms and accept him. Let him move on. It's never that easy though, is it? *Swearing* *Themes of death* *Cover art not mine. Original creator not found, apologies *Posted on AO3 under same name and user*
