Tw: Crying, angst, and a little violence

     Phil landed in a small clearing in a forest. Here he was, to go ahead and cry again in a forest. There is of course something wrong with him. Redza was always on his back with non stop insults and bothering him. At this point, the insults barely touched him. But what did bother him was what Wilbur said. Is he becoming Redza? Was he a danger to his friends? Is he evil? Phil wrapped his wings around him staring at the grass.
    
     "Something wrong crybaby?" There he was. Redza sat down infront of him, a toothy grin on his face. "Have you finally realized that you're just like me?" Phil's heart ached, is that really true? "Just face it Phil, they don't like you, you're a danger to them. You should just give up." And there he goes. Redza disappeared his words still sticking to him like slime. Maybe he should stop trying. He sighed and continued to sit there, not knowing if he should even come back.

    
     "Techno, can we train?" Phil asked entering the house like he hadn't just left for three days. He stared at him in shock,
     
     "Shouldn't you rest? You look terrible." Phil's clothes were dirty and he had bags under his eyes. His hair was messy and he looked slightly dead. The three weren't too worried about their friend, considering he can survive just fine on his own. After all, that's what he's known for. But it didn't take away from the fact that he seems miserable.
   
  "No, I want to let off some steam." He said flatly, his eyes betraying that. They looked almost empty, as if he had given up on something. He glanced at Wilbur and Tommy, who seemed to really want to hug their friend. But we're afraid of the reaction he may give if they did.
 
   "Okay... But after, you go to bed." Phil nodded at they both walked out to train. Techno expected this fight to end quickly with Phil's condition. He'd try not to hit too hard and go easy on the guy. Tommy and Wilbur followed, wanting to watch just in case anything went wrong. Both sides put on the leather armor and grabbed wooden swords, ready to fight. "Alright. Three, two, one, GO!" Techno yelled as Phil launched at him. This was something he was used to, he always attacked first. Their swords collided both fighting for the upper hand. Usually neither could out weigh the other, but this was different. Phil directed Technos sword away and striked his arm, hard. He winced at the hit and smacked Phil on the shoulder with less vigor. The two battled, the fight getting more and more intense. To the point that Techno had some cuts along with Phil.
    
      "Maybe you should stop." Wilbur called, getting a bit worried for the two of them. They didn't respond and continued to fight. Techno went to knock Phil down but he was no longer there. What? A dull pain erupted from his back, Phil's sword hitting it.
    
      "Ow!" He fell to the ground rubbing his back. "Dude... That hurt," he muttered, looking at Phil. Tommy stared in shock at the aggressiveness that Phil displayed. Is he trying to kill their friend? What had happened to his... Dad? He felt like crying. Phil took off his armor and started to walk away. Wilbur ran over to help Techno out.
    
      "Phil?" He turned around to face Tommy who had tears in his eyes.  "Wha- um." He stuttered, trying to blink away the incoming tears. "What happened to you, dad?" You could practically see his heart shatter in his eyes. The dad part had slipped out of his mouth as tears ran down his cheeks. Phil just stared in shock, had he just made Tommy cry? Was he upsetting them? He didn't deserve to be their friends, who hurts their friends like this? Not a good one that's for sure. Even more, he was just like Redza. Phil ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut, locking it so no one could come in. He looked in the mirror, his hair messed up, bruises scattered on his skin. His eyes watered as knocks turned to bangs on the door.
    
      "Phil, Phil? You okay? Let us in! We can help you!" Two voices yelled, muffled by the door. But he ignored them. Maybe he should just let Redza do whatever, after all, he was no better. God, he felt so weak, and tired. His wings drooped as tears slid down. Making no attempt to wipe them as his blue eyes stared back at him. Red swirled in them, the mirrored image changing. There stood Redza in the reflection. Is this him? Is this the true Philza? A grin spread across Redza's face as his hand popped from the mirror. He crawled out of it and stared at Phil who just gazed at him with empty eyes.
    
      "That's you." Was all he heard before the world became dark. The bangs and the yells on the other side of the door faded into his consciousness. Phil was so tired.