A/N: now, the anticipated sequel... or so i think (y'all did anticipate this right?)
(yeah i didn't rly know what to call this)

TW: a n g s t (and maybe, perhaps, possibly, d e a t h) anyways
(proceed with caution)

Philza couldn't let him die. Which was why he raced forwards when everyone was frozen, and pushed Grian out of the way as the axe cut down.

He felt the cold metal slide into his flesh, momentarily hiding the pain with the coolness before the axe pulled out, leaving only pain behind. He collapsed on his stomach, Grian under him from his tackle.

"Phil!" Grian yelled as chaos erupted around him. Phil couldn't really see what was going on, but a pair of hands found him and shook him vigorously as frantic footsteps sounded.

The pair of hands started to tear at his clothes, yanking off his armor to examine the wound. Soft feathers fell onto his back. Grian. Phil thought as the other avian pressed a cloth onto the gash, trying desperately to seal the wound.

"It's too late." Phil murmured as swords began to clash again.

"No, it's not." Grian snarled, but there was a teary note to his voice. "It's not. Phil, please hang in there."

"It was nice meeting you." Phil whispered.

"No! Shut up! You're not dying. You're not going to die! PLEASE!" Grian begged, still trying to stop the blood.

Chaos erupted around Grian as he tried, so desperately, to save Phil. "Phil, Phil, please." He whispered, grabbing everything he could to press onto the giant side gash on his back, just below his ribs. "Please, please!"

"Grian..." Phil whispered, and Grian looked to his avian companion, desperate to see his green eyes. "Will you forgive me for arguing with you?" He murmured, eyes closed.

"Please don't say that." Grian replied, sadness gripping his heart. "It wasn't your fault."

"You were right, though. Tommy and Tubbo are too young to fight..." Phil said softly.

Grian bit his lip. What could he say? What could he say, in this situation, to comfort his dying friend?

No. Grian thought. Not dying. Not dying at all. Phil will not die. He cannot die. "Phil, please hang in there."

There was too much blood. Too much blood spilling out of the wound in his friend, too much blood for him to stop. Blood was spreading everywhere, on his hands, on his clothes, on Phil's clothes.

Phil's breathing was getting shallower, quickening with every breath. Despair washed over Grian. "Tommy!" He screamed. "Tommy!" He had no idea if the boy could hear him, but he prayed, prayed to whoever was out there that Tommy would.

Footsteps sounded behind him, but Grian didn't look away from Phil. He couldn't bear to. He just hoped that whoever was behind him was a friend, and not a foe. "Grian?" The person behind him breathed, and Grian recognized Tommy's voice.

"Tommy!" Grian gasped, turning around so fast, Tommy flinched back in surprise. The avian's black eyes were blazing as he dragged Tommy towards him, thus showing him Phil.

Tommy froze completely before he collapsed to his knees beside his father. "Phil..." Tommy cried, his hands clenching into a fist on the floor. His already-bloodied hands wetted with Philza's blood, staining them a bright red.

"Hello, swearing child." Phil said softly, smiling at his own joke.

Grian gently flipped Phil over so that he was facing up, so that he could talk with Tommy more freely. "You're not dying, right?" Tommy whispered, looking into Phil's green eyes. "Right? Phil?"

When the avian didn't answer, Tommy went rigid, stiffening. Grian saw him bite his bottom lip as he began to shake, moving back and forth. "Please, Philza!" He whimpered.

Dimly, Grian realized that the fighting was dying down. Footsteps sounded as people crowded around the three, all not knowing what to do.

"What's going on?" It was Tubbo's voice.

Grian lifted his head, but Tommy didn't. They both felt like Phil would die the moment they took their eyes away from him. "Tubbo." Grian whispered. "Come here."

Tubbo pushed his way through the crowd. "Tommy? Grian? What's wrong..." He trailed off as he saw Phil, lying on the floor, his life bleeding out of him.

"Where are you hurt?" Tubbo gasped, kneeling as well as his hands travelled across Phil's body, searching for the wound. "We can bandage you up! Don't worry! You'll be fine..." He trailed off for the second time as both Tommy and Phil stayed silent and Grian looked away. "Phil?"

The dying avian smiled weakly at Tubbo. "It's ok, Tubs." He said softly in reassurance, but Tubbo shook his head frantically, speechless. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, and he shook his head again. Phil raised his hand weakly and ruffled the young boy's fluffy hair, possibly for the last time ever.

"YOU LET ME SEE MY FATHER RIGHT NOW, OR I'LL CUT YOU ALL TO PIECES AND FEED YOU TO THE CROWS!"

Grian didn't know that Wilbur could be so violent, but he couldn't think of another word to describe the man that was pushing through the crowd, screaming. His brown hair was ruffled and there was blood on his clothes, and to Grian, nothing completed the picture more than the wild look in Wilbur's brown eyes. He was crazy.

"Phil. Father." Wilbur breathed, falling between Tommy and Tubbo. The latter scooched to the side to give him more space. "Phil."

"Hello, ant-eater-hater." Phil said, mockingly bright. "Did you eat any sand today?"

"It was delicious." Wilbur choked out. Then, a bit more serious. "Now isn't the time for jokes, Phil, you..." He choked again, and Tubbo wrapped an arm around his adoptive older brother, for both Wilbur's sake and his own.

Tubbo and Tommy shared a glance. It was too late, they both knew. If Wilbur couldn't do anything, then it was too late.

"I'll give you guys some space." Grian whispered, moving away to give Phil some time with his family, but both Tubbo and Tommy glared at him, while Wilbur stared at his father, tears falling silently.

"You stay right here, Grian, or I'll... I'll get mad at you." Tommy said defiantly.

"Yeah, you're part of our family too!" Tubb exclaimed tearily.

"I'll take away your TNT." Wilbur added quietly.

Grian felt his emotional barrier breaking at the three's words, and he let his tears run freely as he wrapped his wings around Tommy, unable to contain his feelings any longer.

"So, any last words?" Phil said. He seemed to be the most cheerful of the five, which was ironic considering that he was the one dying.

"Don't say that, Phil." Grian reprimanded, but his words were gentle... gentle and shaking.

"Phil-Philza Minecraft, I order you to not die." Tommy hiccuped. "And you can't disobey my orders, cause I'm the big man." Tubbo nodded.

Philza managed one of his crackling laughs before turning to his second eldest son. "Wilbur?"

"Techno should be here." Was the only thing Wilbur said. "Techno should be here."

"He'll come." Phil said. "I can sense it. False is already with him. He'll come." He turned to Grian. "G, keep them in line for me, ok?"

Grian was numb. He was numb from his wings to his head. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Grian nodded, with everything to say, but no way to say them.

"Tell Techno..." Phil coughed. "Tell Techno to... not give in. Tell him to ignore them. He'll know what I mean."

Wilbur nodded, his tears mingling with the drying blood.

"Phil, please don't leave us." Tommy whimpered.

Philza reached over and laid his hand over Tommy's. "Hey, don't worry. I'll see you again." He said softly.

"Where?!" Tommy sobbed. "How?! You're going to die, Phil." He whispered.

"I know that." Phil said. "I'll see you again. In the next world. I promise."

Tommy didn't reply as sobs overcame his body, shaking him violently.

"What if... what if there is no next world?" Tubbo whispered.

Tommy snarled and hit Tubbo on his shoulder. Grian took Tommy's hands and clasped them within his own, holding back new tears falling as he noticed the dry blood caked in the boy's fingernails. Philza's blood.

"Don't say that, Tubbo." Wilbur whispered. "We will see you again, father. I will see you again." He said it as if it was a fact, but Phil sensed the fear in his voice. Fear that he would never see his father again.

Philza was warmed by the fact that all his children loved him so much. With them by his side, he is no longer scared of death. He knew that Grian would take good care of Tommy, and Tubbo had Ranboo. Wilbur had made new friends too, and Techno found himself a new companion in False.

Techno. How Phil wished that his eldest son was with him in his last moments. Techno never knew that Philza knew his deepest secret: the murderous voices inside his head. But Phil had guessed. Techno wasn't his son for nothing, even if he did deny all of his relationships.

Phil knew that Techno's rage, his murderous spree in their base, oh so many months (?) ago, was because of the voices. (Guys look i'm horrible at timelines ok idk how much time has passed pls just ignore it ack i have no concept of time) Phil knew about the voices, so he forgave Techno for almost killing him. He just hoped that Techno would forgive himself for almost killing him.

Philza smiled warmly at the four people crowded around him. His vision was flickering with black specks. They were coming for him, he knew. "I'm sorry." Phil said softly. "I'm sorry that it's my time to go. I'm sorry that I have to leave you. Just remember that I'll always be with you. If my body does not walk with you, my spirit will."

Tubbo sobbed harder and Tommy bit his bottom lip, almost drawing blood with the force. Wilbur closed his eyes in denial, but he opened them quickly, his brown eyes teary and fearful.

"I'll... I'll remember to put that on your grave." Grian whispered, and the two avians shared a weak smile.

The darkness was creeping up on him, moving closer and closer, and Phil fought to push it away. Not now. He said, half to himself. Not now. I need to see all my sons. I need to know that they all have accepted my death.

"Philza Minecraft: he soared above the clouds... so high he went to heaven." Wilbur quoted poetically. Philza crackled again, grinning at his son, who managed a small smile before grief engulfed him again.

Good. Now just Tommy and Tubbo.

The darkness gnawed at him, slowly taking over, but Phil was determined to see this through. "Hey." He looked at Tommy and Tubbo. "You have to let go now, you know. I've stayed here for too long. It's time for me to go."

"I'll see you again, Philza Minecraft, because you're the bravest man I've ever met." Tubbo hiccuped.

Phil smiled at him before turning his emerald gaze onto Tommy. Come on, Tommy, I know you can do this.

"I can't." Tommy cried softly, as if he was answering Phil's silent statement. "I can't."

"You can." Phil said confidently. "I know you can." His eyes were starting to droop. Weariness was fading, and the dark was arriving. Let me go, Tommy.

"Go-goodbye, Philza Minecraft." Tommy whispered.

Goodbye, Tommy. Phil whispered back, closing his green eyes.

And he let go.

WC: 1850

A/N: soooo, did i improve? i think i improved :D

s u f f e r

y'all can scream at me if you want, i honestly don't care

'edited' on Jan 23rd 2022