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Phil swept his wings in a wide arc, disappearing into the void and reappearing moments later, infinite code spitting him out into a new world. In this one, it was sunset, and a few stars were poking out against the purple sky. 

A man was sitting on top of a lone hill in a savannah, a singular tree at the top. His back was rested on the smoothed bark of the tree, a lantern hanging above him from a branch. His hair was a rich brown color, aswell as his eyes. He wore an amber sweater, and dark pants. 

The thing that made him stick out to Phil, however, was the object he had in his hands. He gently plucked strings that created sound, echoing throughout the hollow base of said object. What was it called again? Phil hadn't seen one in so long, the last time was probably when he saw his partner, Kristen. 

A guitar, perhaps? Something along those lines. It was a kind of thing, whatever this was.

Ph1LzA has joined the game.

The man flinched, eyes widening and going into full panic mode, desperately stuffing his guitar into the ender chest in the tree. 

Phil didn't falter, though, rising in the sunset. His wings spread widely, guiding him around the wind with ease. He flew straight over the boy, swooping sideways and planting his talons in the soft earth below. Phil crouched infront of the man, spreading his wings behind him to make himself look like less of a threat. 

"Hi," Phil smiled, keeping his distance, but sitting down fully and crossing his legs beneath him. "I'm not going to take your guitar, I promise. I'm just curious on how you made it."

"...Hey." The man said, pressing his back against the tree, not looking as comfortable as before. "Why should I tell you?"

Phil shrugged, "That's up to you. My partner had one, she loved it. Do you play well?"

"That's up to you to find out." The boy smiled a bit, taking note of how he purposefully tried to make himself smaller to appear less threatening. "I got it from my mother. I'm Wilbur, by the way."

"I'm Philza, but you can call me Phil if you want." Phil smiled, "Have any songs?"

"I have some. They're... not the happiest, though." Wilbur shrugged, smile faltering slightly as he took his guitar out of his ender chest. Phil noticed how he still gripped it tightly, but he understood. After all, not alot of glitches like him were seen ever, it was rare to see a single one your entire life. But the ones that were known weren't the greatest, either. Take an old well-known glitch named Herobrine, for example.

He was the twin of the first ever strip of code, a man named Steve. He was envious of his brother, breaking his own code until he started an entire race of Code Breakers. That's where they got their name. He invaded every world he could, ripping each one apart and trashing it, filled with his own rage. 

"How come my brother gets everything he wants? What makes him perfect? See me, fear me!" He would use in arguments. Little did he know, the people liked Steve because of his honest and genuine qualities. He saw everyone equally, and was never afraid of telling the truth. 

"Oh? What're they about, then?" Phil tilted his head curiously, tracing circles with a talon in the grass. 

"Well, my mother died when I was young. I began to write songs, most communicating my emotions of being stuck in this world with no one." Wilbur sighed sadly, and Phil felt his heart twist. No mother was better than a mother dying when he was young. "I-I guess you might be confused why I'm telling you this. It's just, I never get to talk to anyone, you know? Have a conversation, tell my story? I guess... I just want to be memorable, instead of another thing to be tossed aside and forgotten forever."

"I understand that, and don't worry. I won't forget about you, no matter what, Wil. Can I call you that?" Phil asked, and Wilbur nodded, a genuine smile on his face. 

"Well, I do have some joke songs, I suppose." Wilbur strummed the guitar, tuning it correctly for a few minutes, before beginning to play a song. 

"Life isn't quite what I thought I'd be..."