"Hey Phil" Wilbur walked into his room, well, slightly. He leaned against the door frame, looking around his room. Lights flicked off, Phil was laying in bed staring at the ceiling. "Is something wrong? You've been acting a little off." Phil sat up and looked at his friend. Small, dark bags under his eyes. Will raising an eyebrow upon looking at his face.
     "Yeah. Just a bad day, goodnight." He laid back down and turned his back to him. Not wanting to prolong the conversation. Wilbur didn't seem to believe his answer but walked out and closed the door anyways. No matter how much he wanted to linger longer.

      Phil laid there in the darkness, his wings folded tightly against his back. He stared at his hand, flexing it. He wasn't sure what was wrong with him. For some reason, killing those people felt.... Good. Feeling eager for more, like a little voice was nagging at him. What is going on?
     "Are you gonna cry?" Taunted a voice behind him. He whipped around searching the room wildly for the voice. Eyes struggling to find anything in the darkness. "Right here dumbass" his eyes landed at the foot of his bed on a weird version of him. They wore red instead of green, their wings are like bat wings and they had slightly longer hair. Two red horns came from their head and a red demon tail swayed behind them. Head resting on their hands with a lazy grin.
     "Who.... How did you...." Phil stuttered, the person just grinned wider.
     "Well... I'm you." This just confused him even more. Sure, the person kinda looked like him, but not really. Their whole demeanor was off, along with the wings and tail. Phil didn't have a tail. "I'm Redza, a part of you. You created me." Redza? Created? He didn't remember creating such a thing. Nor could he remember being able to do such a feat.
     "What?" Redza got up and slammed a vase onto the ground. Phil jumping at the sound of it shattered into pieces.
     "You should use these shards to stab your friends." He cackled and disappeared into the darkness. Phil just stared at the vase in shock. Is this an evil version of him? Or was this a part of him that he.... No. Not possible. He would never create such a chaotic person. His door swung open as light poured into the room. Two figures standing at the door way.
     "What happened? We heard something crash?" Techno and Wilbur walked in before noticing the shattered vase. Phil ignored them and continued to stare at the vase, thoughts swirling in his head. Was Redza created because of his... Unpleasant thoughts? Was Phil... Like Redza? No, he was definitely overthinking this. Calm down, maybe Redza isn't too bad. 
     "You okay there?" Wilbur snapped him out of his thoughts as he quickly looked at the two. Both stared at him with concern as Wilbur bended down to pick up the shards. "Did you smash this?" Should he tell them about Redza? What would they think? Would they think he's some sort of... Evil person? No. He couldn't tell them.
     "Ummm, yeah. My wing accidentally knocked it over." He lied, though the two didn't seem to believe it. They knew him too well.
     "You sure?" Techno reached forward to lay a hand on his shoulder. Phil batting it away,
     "Yeah, I'll help you clean that up. Sorry." This seemed to convince Techno, but Wilbur not so much. His face still held a hint of worry.

     What was Phil gonna do?

     "Good morning! What's for breakfas- huh?" Tommy stopped halfway through the stairs to see no Phil and no food prepared. Which was something he did quite a bit to insure that they ate. "Is Phil not making breakfast?" Wilbur shook his head as he continued down the stairs.
     "He's tired and not feeling well today." He answered, Tommy sitting down. That's fine, maybe he had gotten sick from the other day.
     "Cereal it is! Wilbur, go grab the bowls, milk and cereal." Ordered Techno, who leaned back in his chair.
      "What? You're closer to the stuff!"
      "Yeeaaahh, but I'm too busy. You grab it."
     "I'm not getting it when you're much closer you lazy pig!" Techno sat up in his seat and slammed his hands on the table.
     "Huh!?" Tommy rolled his eyes, he couldn't believe he had to be the responsible one. He got up and quicky grabbed the bowls, milk, and cereal and slammed it on the table.
      "There! Honestly, what would you do without me?" Gloated Tommy, reaching for the lucky charms. Techno snatched it from his hands,
     "Win the championship." He said, as he poured himself a bowl of cereal.
     "Wha- hey! That's not true!"

     The three ate happily also pouring a bowl for Phil too. Soon, breakfast was over and Tommy went off to hang out with some friends. Always off doing some shenanigans. Most resulting in chaos. Wilbur grabbed Phil's bowl of cereal as they both went upstairs, careful not to drop it.
     "Hey Techno," Wilbur stopped at the top of the stairs. "Should we tell Tommy?"
     "Tell him what?" He almost dropped the bowl in shock, is the man blind??
     "Tell him about Phil acting all strange of course! He was clearly lying about the vase." Techno raised an eyebrow
     "Really? Sounded convincing to me." He sighed and rolled his eyes,
     "Whatever, just keep an eye on him." They opened the door and peaked inside. Phil was sat up in his bed staring at the corner of his room. They both shared a look, Techno starting to believe Will's words.
     "Got you some yummy cereal Phil, you feeling any better?" Asked Techno Wilbur giving the bowl to him. He smiled,
     "Yeah, a lot better actually. Kinda boring sitting in this room staring at a wall." And there goes Technos belief that Phil wasn't okay.
     "Hey, do you wanna train at noon tomorrow? I'll be fun." Techno asked grinning. Wilbur wanted to smack this dude. How is this pig smart? Or is he just blind to anything emotion related?
     "Oh, sure mate! I'd love to." Phil said eagerly through a mouthful of cereal. They both stood there for awhile before leaving the room and door open. No need to close it if he isn't sleeping.
     "You're an idiot you know that?" Wilbur crossed his arms as Techno just shrugged.
     "Don't know man, he seemed fine to me. Maybe he's just a bit under the weather." He walked off, probably to go farm some potatoes again. He huffed and walked to his room to fiddle with his guitar. Why was that man so oblivious?