This was a hallucination. Tommy must miss Tubbo so much he imagined him waking up.

Tubbo blinked, bringing up his hand to shield his eyes from the sun. "What in the- where am I?"

Tommy watched, his blue eyes opened wide in shock. He was never supposed to hear his voice again. He had been dead.

Tubbo looked around, his body color returning to normal. He sat up, the small figure that had been in his hand falling to the bottom of the coffin. "Tommy?" He asked, looking over at him. Tommy looked at his face, his brown eyes, his hair falling gingerly over them, his round cheeks that were colored- how?

This was a trick. Tommy was dreaming. He was dreaming. This was too good to be true.

"Where am I? Why is everyone looking at me like a ghost?" His eyes flicked over his family. He was unaware of what happened.

Tommy could feel the cold wind brush against his face, biting at his nose and ears. This wasn't a dream.

"Tubbo?" He asked, making Tubbo look back over at him. "You're- do something. Stand up. Are you real?" He took a step toward the coffin and held out his hand, brushing it against Tubbo's face. Tubbo blinked, confusion shown on his features.

Tommy broke out into a smile. Real. He could feel him. He was real!

He grabbed him tight, pulling Tubbo into a suffocating hug. He heard Tubbo gasp as the breath left him. "T-Tommy- you're hugging me too tight," he managed.

Tommy was still crying, but this time put of pleasant shock. "How are you alive?" He asked. "You died!" He pulled away, looking into Tubbo's warm eyes. "You were dead- Tubbo, you've been dead for over a week."

Tubbo blinked. "Dead?" He asked. "How am I alive?" He looked over at his family, at their expressions, and said, "Phil?"

Phil gazed at him for a second before smiling. Tubbo pushed himself up, running over to his father and throwing his arms around him. He hadn't been alive for the reunion.

Phil held him tight, smiling.

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     That night Phil gathered the boys on the sofa in their living room like the day the soldiers had knocked on the door. The fire was on, cracking as the smoke slowly rose in the chimney.

"Let me explain everything," Phil said, looking down at his sons. They were all smushed on the sofa next to each other. Tommy had spend the entire day filling up Tubbo on the things that had happened. Tubbo said he couldn't remember anything after he died, that it had been like falling asleep and waking up at another place.

"So, I've never talked about your mother, have I?" Their father began. "Wilbur, Techno, you both may remember her a bit. She left after Tommy, though."

Tommy was suddenly intent- Phil never talked about their mom. He watched him with excited blue eyes.

"She never really loved me. And- after she figured out we had magic carried on in our family- she claimed she never wanted to be apart of it and left us.

"I was sad but knew I would be able to take care of all of you. Tubbo came along, too- just a small two-year-old in a box in the village. Anyway, the years passed, and none of you showed any signs of having magic."

"Wait," Tommy interrupted him, "Magic? Fucking magic? Am I magical?"

"We'll get to that part," Phil said with a chuckle. "Everything was fine until the first letter came, saying the Queen wanted me to bring Tommy to her to aid the Kingdom."

"Mom ratted us out!" Tommy said. "That bitc-"

"Tommy, do you want me to continue or not?" Phil gave him a look. Tommy quieted himself. "No, your mother didn't rat you out. She's- your mother is the Queen."

The boys dropped their jaws, and Tommy yelled, "No fucking way! I'm a prince! Wait- that pussy is our mom?"

"Half-prince," Phil corrected. "And yeah. After she left I guess she had an... uhh, affair with the Prince at the time who's dead now, and she became Queen. She always hated me for not telling her about the magic until after we had three children. I guess she wanted to get back at me by trying to tear our family apart."

"Well," Wilb spoke. "I don't think you could have chosen a worse wife, Phil. Really."

Their dad gazed at them, nodding. "After the soldiers came they hurt me really bad before going after you boys. I couldn't physically follow you. I had to stay here, and by the time I was well enough, I knew it was too late to try to save anyone. My only hope was to wait here."

"How did Tubbo get revived?" Tommy asked.

"You, Tommy. You're magic."

"FUCK YEAH! MESS WITH ME EVER AGAIN, TECHNO, I'LL SEND YOU TO JUPITER!"

"No- that's not how it works," Phil laughed. "You can raise people from the dead. Clearly," he looked at Tubbo.

The brothers shared looks. "Why didn't Karl wake up?" Tommy finally asked, blinking back at Phil.

"You weren't touching him. Remember? Before Tubbo woke up, you were touching his hand and said, 'I wish you could come back, bud.' The words 'come back' triggered the magic. You must not have done the same for Karl."

Tommy looked down at the floor, realizing he could have woken the boy up. He could have saved him. Karl could have been there right at that moment.

"Hey," Phil guided his attention toward him again, "Don't worry about it, okay? You didn't know. You couldn't have saved him."

Tommy sighed. "Okay," he muttered.

"We're going to become travelers," their father declared. "Travel the world. We are going to get away from everyone and live our own life. We may be able to settle down if were far enough. You boys in?"

They all slowly nodded. Tommy looked at Tubbo again, and gave him a small smile. He returned it.

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