The Angel found himself staring towards a grave yard. Once, long ago, Thanatos had loved. He had held a family close to him, but he is immortal. He is a god. He narrowed his eyes, ignoring the memories flooding into his brain.

  Maybe, just maybe, he could convince the remnant of Hades along the surface to bring them back, had their souls not been forced to rot.
No. No, no. The Angel of Death had a job. It wouldn't be fair to carry out his own wishes, and not those of others.

  Despite his despair, he shuddered the thoughts of rot away from his spine, slipping into the window of the orphanage.

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  Phil awoke in the middle of the night to Tommy, yanking his blanket whilst crying. He raised an eyebrow, sitting up to get a better look at the child. Letting out a small breath, he picked Tommy up off the floor, pulling him into his lap.

  "What's wrong, buddy?" The older blonde asked as he began to rub circles on his son's back. Tommy rubbed his nose, leaving a nasty stretch of snail like trails on his sleeve.

  "Wilby isn't in his bed." Tommy said meekly. Phil looked at the young boy curiously. "What do you mean, is he in the kitchen or anything? Did you check everywhere?"

Tommy nodded, "even in Techno's room." Phil bit his lip in worry, before ushering Tommy down from the bed.

  "Okay. You hurry onto bed, I'll go find him for you, alright?" Tommy nodded, grabbed a plush toy Phil hadn't seen him holding, as he pushed off his covers and followed.

Phil opened the door, peering into the yard. "Wilbur?" He called hoping for an answer he didn't receive.

  He recalled the village, and walked over there next, knowing Will had taken a fondness to the pixies. Earlier on he wouldn't stop talking about how he liked making fun of Scott with Niki, though she did very little of the play-bullying.

  He waltzed near the village, calling for Wilbur again. A light in the village turned on, and Scott emerged from his home, fluttering his wings to meet Phil.

  "You looking for Will? That's worrying.." Scott muttered, looking at Phil sympathetically.

  "You've not seen him?" Phil spoke, with slight panic rising in his voice. Scott shook his head, biting his finger slightly as he looked around frantically.

"I'd check by the mountains maybe? Or that river, it's very peaceful." The pixie spoke quickly, eyes scanning Phil's face. "Alright, thank you Scott."

Phil got up off his knee, and began walking in the direction of the mountains and stable. They'd had a horse once, but sold it due to how difficult it was.

  Wilbur loved reading there, so maybe, just maybe. The crickets chirped loudly in his ears, reminding him how late it was. He furrowed his brows, calling again for Wilbur.

  He quickly opened the stall door, sifting through the hay. Panic rose bloody and true as he slung the door back open, picking his pace up to a run.

"Wilbur? Wilbur?" He huffed, taking his overcoat off as he stretched his wings. He ran in the direction of the river.

Seeing nothing there, he took to the sky, flexing his wings heavily as he flapped them, a few stray feathers falling to the ground.

  He began to fly around the area, until he saw a strange disturbance in the water of the river. He quickly banked downwards, letting his wings rest.

Free falling, he kept his eyes sharply on the spot, recognizing harsh splashing. He unfurled his wings again as he neared the ground, readying himself for landing.

  As he sprinted through the thick tall grass, around 2 miles from his home, he found the cause of the disturbance.

  A lute case and sandwich were discarded on the shore, and beneath the water splashed a struggling child. Phil took no hesitation to jump in, grabbing the child and pulling them up. He was a young faun, similar to Tubbo.

  "She took him!" He cried repeatedly, "she took him!" He gripped Phil's arms tightly, leaving small fingernail marks.

  "Hey, hey.. calm down, what's your name, who did she take?" The boy, sporting green eyes and ashy blonde hair looked into Phil's eyes.

  "My name is Dream.. she.. she took Wilbur.. he's my friend." The boy said hesitantly, and Phil's eyes widened.

"Where did she take him?" Phil said, panicking again. Dream pointed downstream, sniffling again. "Alright, thank you kid, I'll be back with him.. Stay safe here okay? Here's a sword to defend yourself with.." Phil handed the child a small stone sword, and he smiled gratfully.

   With that, Phil took off again, flying downstream, sticking closer to the ground this time.

He saw another disturbance in an area of almost completely ice water, closer to the shore, and he approached quickly.

  Wilbur was splashing beneath the water, being held down by something that harshly grabbed his hair forcing him under again, moments after he resurfaced.

   Phil quickly plunged his hands into the water, pulling out a distressed, and nude child. Phil scanned him warily, tears pricking in his eyes at the shivering child.

   It seemed the idea was to either drown him, freeze him to death.. or both.

  Phil quickly jumped back as the hand of the "mermaid" he'd met before jumped out, trying to grasp him. He unsheathed a spear, throwing it into the water. The blue abyss became a little darker, and Phil knew he'd hit his target.

  He turned his head back to Wilbur, opening his arms. The boy fell into a hug, sobbing into Phil's shoulder. "Everything hurts.." he muttered, loud enough for Phil to hear.

   "What did she do to you..?" Phil questioned, half expecting no answer. The boy's body was littered in Cuts and bruises now, and Phil quickly pulled a large piece of cloth from his bag, wrapping the boy in it.

  Of course, the child answered the question with unspeakable things she'd dare do to a child. It was easy to tell by her strength she wasn't one herself, just having the image of one.

  Phil took Wilbur in his arms, now walking back to where the other child sat.

  Before he got there, he fashioned Wilbur's cloth into a makeshift toga, arriving soon after.

  When Dream saw Wilbur he gathered him in a hug, understanding that he'd nearly been murdered.

  Phil asked Dream if he had a place to stay, and he responded with his home - which happened to be the same as Tubbo's.

'siblings..' Phil thought to himself.

   He'd suggested that Dream stay at his home for the night, and he'd return him in the morning. Dream graciously agreed, thanking Phil quite a lot.

  "I'm.. I'm sorry for.. for sneaking out." Wilbur muttered at one point, and Phil only patted his head and said, "it's okay, it'll be okay.."