Tw!!! PTSD and Panic attacks. Yep, I'm torturing Phil again... I will say when it happens!

      Oh he knew. But was it safe to answer. Phil knew how he got here, the end portal messed up and brought him to Mineville. Who knows how far away he is from Endlantis. He didn't even know how far he has wandered, probably billions of blocks.
     "Um, end portal messed up and brought me here." Maybe that was enough to suffice them. Then, he could escape and run back to isolation. Even if it hurt.
     "What's an end portal?" Techno asked, squinting at him. Fuck, did they not know? Tommy touched his elytra,
     "What's this?" So humans have not been to the end? Phil thought they would have by now.
     "It's kinda like a nether portal, y'know?" They stared at him blankly. Wow, so they have never been to the nether ethier. "Whatever, just let me go so I can go back."
     "Wait, tell us about these things!" Wilbur asked. Phil looked at him tiredly, were humans always this draining to talk to? Maybe he wasn't used to this much talking.
     "Well Nether's like hell, lots of lava and really hot. The End is cold and has a bunch of endermen." The three looked at him with wonder.
     "Phil, where did you find this out?" Tommy asked leaning forward a bit.
     "By myself, when you spend years wandering, it just kinda happens." He had actually seen an already lit portal in some building. The end portal was something he found on accident. Techno perked up,
     "Years? What?" Phil nodded,
     "I don't think I've spoken to someone in over a decade," Wilbur gaped,
     "You're joking." Phil shook his head sadly. He pulled out his journel,
     "I recorded every structure I found in here, I've been exploring these ancient places." He flipped through it and started to share his notes. Chaos cavern, Sky Kingdom, Spawn Island and more.

   
  "You're insane, how have you not lost your mind?" Tommy said as he put the book away. Phil shrugged, he didn't quite know himself. Maybe talking to himself and his pets made it barrable. Sure after a year he struggled big time with the loneliness, but eventually, he embraced it.
     "Phil, please let me fly with your elytra, I want to dive bomb people." Techno begged. He shook his head,
     "You'll die."
     "So?" Oh right, they were probably near a home crystal.
     "How about I show you instead?" Phil got up and pulled some rockets out. Feeling slightly confident. He walked out of the house and onto the grass. He unfurled the wings and popped the firework. Phil flew up into the air, the wind rushing past him.
      "Holy shit!" Phil heard Tommy yell before his voice faded as he rose. He popped another one and gained more height. At this point, people were watching from below in awe. Some freaking out about how he could fly. Phil aimed down and began to dive. His plan was to weave between houses, just for fun. He almost hit ground before quickly turning up and popping another firework. He dove between a house and turned to do another. Phil weaved between with speed and grace before landing softly back infront of Tommy's house. He grinned and put the fireworks away.
     "So? Pretty cool huh?"
     "Holy shit! I want to fly!" Tommy screamed. Phil chuckled, people began to gather around him, all chattering excitedly. Some even asking for one. Phil nervously looked around them, not knowing what to do.
     "Uh, I can't..." He didn't want them to endanger themselves. Plus, all these people sort of, overwellemed him.
    

---TW!! PTSD and Panic attack! Please don't read the rest if you are sensitive to that!!--

      "What! Why not?" People started to argue and complain, tightening the circle around him. Phil tried to calm them down, his heart pounded. His breathing quickened as the voices soon muffled to his ears. He had to get out, he had to get out, LET HIM OUT! A voice screamed in his head.

     The voices around him soon turned into the groans of zombies that aimed to kill. Was he surrounded by zombies? God he was gonna die for good! Phil pulled out his netherite sword. It glowed dangerously, obviously, he had to kill the zombies to get out. They reached for him and he ducked. He had to get out. He had to get out. Phil raised his sword to strike at the first zombie, one that had golden armor. It backed up and ran. Good. He turned again to ward off more.

     Phil's heart stopped as he spotted a baby zombie running at him. It's armor golden, glowing a purple sheen with enchantments. His heart felt like it was gonna pop out of his chest as his bravery quickly went away, fear taking hold. Phil backed up, bumping into a zombie. He slashed as it quickly backed away. The baby zombie ran at him, he yelped in fear and attempted to hit it. He missed. Not again, not again, not again, PLEASE NOT AGAIN! His mind cried as he raised his sword. He couldn't come close to death again.

     "PHIL!" He stopped, his body freezing. Who said that? Wasn't he in a cave? His entire body was shaking at he looked around the rocky walls. The zombies started to walk away, the baby still infront of him. The walls flickered, the zombies green skin faded. Phil's mind wirrled with confusion, what? The baby zombie walked towards him, he jumped and readied his sword. "Phil? You okay?" A voice he recognized said behind him. He didn't keep his eyes off the baby zombie, complete malice in his eyes.

     The baby stepped far too close for comfort, Phil slashed the abdomen. The baby zombie yelped and stepped back, holding it's stomach.
     "What the heck Phil! Snap out of it!" The caves walls faded into a blue sky and houses. Grass returned under his feet. Phil looked up to see Tommy clutching his stomach in pain. Wilbur holding him as Techno wrapped bandages around the wound. He looked down at his sword where blood dripped from it. People were no longer around him, most having ran off. He shakily put his sword away, his heart still pounding and breathing unsteady.

     Phil gripped his hat as he backed up, tears threatening to fall. Had he striked Tommy? He was just about to make friends and he already ruined it.
     "I'm s-sorry." Phil stuttered. Techno looked up and stopped. He finished the bandages and got up, he walked up to him. Techno grabbed Phil by his robe and pulled him closer. His eyes held a fury, one that intimidated him well. Phil started to shake even more.
     "What. The. Fuck. Was. THAT!" Techno snapped his fist raised. Phil cowered with fear, was he gonna kill him? He stayed silent, too scared to answer.
     "Techno.." Wilbur started,
     "Answer me bastard!" He snapped.
     "I don't know okay! Just please let go!" Phil cried as tears ran down his cheeks. He released his robe as he stumbled and fell to the ground. Techno stood over him, his red eyes seeming even more threatening.
     "Techno stop!" Wilbur had set down Tommy and placed a hand on his shoulder. "He just panicked."
     "And you're just gonna let him get away with hurting Tommy?!" Techno snapped, shoving the hand off his shoulder.
     "No. But clearly something went on that we don't know here." Wilbur smiled, "how about we go inside, calm down, and talk." He glanced at Phil, who was still shaking and panicking. "Come on." Wilbur went back and picked up Tommy. Techno glared at him and walked back towards the house. Phil slowly got up and followed, what else was he suppose to do?