Pt.3 of Finish the show, Father!

P.S. this is how Grian would look like if he was a ghost (image at the top)

TW:

Sad boy Phil, mentions of abuse, little bit of blood, mentions of death, mentions of terrorism, violence, death

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Technoblade PoV:

As we walked out of that van, the sun rose to meet us.

I thought it was the dawn of a new era: an era with no government, no injustice, no endless power struggles. An era of anarchy- freedom, at last.

but then...

"and that's what I would like to do as my job as President" Tubbo was finishing his speech.

It was at this moment, I realise, I'd been used. I had thought that THEY, who experienced the injustices of a corrupted government first hand, would understand BETTER than anyone that such power cannot be allowed to exist.

But in the end, they'd only used me to seize it for themselves. 

To set up a government right in front of an anarchist... Well, I can only say that I almost admire the audacity.

But I had no plans of letting history repeat it self for the third time...

I lunged at Tubbo, getting the firework launcher out (and hurting him in the process), "ALRIGHT! Listen here!" There was a bunch of surprised 'whats' and 'hows'.

"you guys listen to me! I did not spend WEEKS planning this revolution!" I started my speech, "Given you guys gear; for you all to just go and replace one tyrant with another! Don't you see whats happening?!" I was trying to plunge in some sense into these peoples' brains, "DON'T YOU SEE HISTORY REPEATING ITSELF?! You think Schlatt was the cause your problem?! NO! It was government! Power corrupts!" At first, I planned to use logic and reason to convince them.

But then everyone just started to fight everyone so....."WE'RE KILLING EVERYONE! THE GOVERNMENT ENDS HERE!" I was killing people left and right; some were shot by fireworks, some were stabbed, some were blown up. I, personally, don't see the difference, "THE GOVERNMENT ENDS HERE!"

You could hear Tubbo screaming "kill the traitor!" but that doesn't matter.

"I'LL KILL IT MYSLEF!" I was trying to find Tubbo, "DEATH TO TYRANTS!" people were starting to question were was Wilbur and Phil, while I was chasing Tommy with Dream.

In the midst of chaos, explosions appeared out of nowhere. Screams of agony and pain were heard.

I stopped dead as I saw the sense unfold before my eyes.

"Phil, I want you to kill me." Wilbur started to beg Dad.

I got a strange sense of deja vu coming from it.

It was familiar.

Too familiar.

~Time skip to Tommy's exile~

It's been quite some time. Wilbur was now a ghost, Techno and Phil were no where to be found

"I have to go..." Tommy muttered under his breath, "i can't stay here..." He was having a debate. "but when Dream finds me, he isn't going to be happy" he was trying to reason with himself.

If he left, Dream wouldn't be able to hurt him anymore. But if- when he finds him, he's gone for good. Ghostbur wasn't a help either, he can't do anything against Dream and if Tommy told Ghostbur about his plans to escape, then Ghostbur would totally tell Dream! After a few more HOURS of debating, Tommy decided that he would make the run. He wasn't sure were he would go, he just new he had to go somewhere. Somewhere that would be far from here...

It was now or never.

It was already sunset, so, Tommy settled on the fact that it was the best time to make a run for it. Mobs started spawning as the teenager was running through the fields. 

There were only two ways this could go, both of which, won't end up good. The first way would be for him to run, and in which Dream might find him and then it is game over for him, or he could stay, were Dream will most defiantly continue to torment him.

He was running like this for hours; avoiding all the mobs, gathering some apples to eat, taking no breaks what-so-ever. He found a stream, "finally some fucking water." And just his luck, when he put his guard down for just ONE second, a skeleton shot him in the shoulder.

He was knocked by the impulse of the arrow. The pain his shoulder was aching, making his whole right arm numb. His feet stumbled over each other, and if it wasn't already enough, he fell into the icy cold river.

His lungs started to burn, begging for air. But Tommy didn't have the energy nor desire to do so.

This would be the end of him...

~Time skip like 10 hours or so~

Tommy PoV:

the cold floor was touching my skin and making me shiver. my eyes were kept shut, too heavy to open them. The whole weight of my body was pressing me closer and closer to the ground, it felt like i was about to fall right through the Earth's surface.

'i was drowning' the thought dashed through my head.

My eye jolted awake, suddenly my body was on end. It was like I was never tired before. My nerves were pipped up as he took in his surroundings. My whole body ached, but I gave no attention to it. If it was Dream who found me then it wouldn't be good.

"hi there?" there saw a translucent figure sitting by the fire. It turned around to me, my eyes widen in shock as he realises that it was another ghost.

'but there is only one ghost on the server!' I thought to myself. How is this even possible! I felt that my shoulder was aching a lot less. Apparently, it was wrapped in bandages.

"can you...stop staring at me?" The ghost spoke unsure. I quickly averted my eyes, feeling embarrassed. "Who are you anyway?" I asked, making eye contact with the ghost.

They had one eye blueish purple and the other was red. They wore what was left of a red sweater, similar to Wilbur's yellow one, and had blue worn-out pants.

Ghost PoV:

I found a boy drowning in the river so I came to help him. I brought him back home, to the old DSMP. The boy had an arrow in his shoulder and he had already passed out, so, I decided to use the opportunity to heal his shoulder up.

I started a fire so that the boy wouldn't get cold. Sadly, I didn't have anything warm i could place the boy onto so I just used the floor next to the camp fire. I really hope this boy will wake up.

For some strange reason, this boy gave me the vibes of 'I know this guy from somewhere'.

It been quite some time since the boy was lying on the floor and he was finally waking up. I saw out the corner of my eyes, he was first in a panicking before noticing me, "hi there?" he asked unsure. He examined me a little longer to the point were it was discomforting so I asked him to stop.

"Who are you anyway?" The boy asked. We made eye contact.

I recognised those eyes. They weren't the lifeful eyes I remember but they were defiantly his.

It was my youngest brother, Tommy.

My mind immediately started to race, what do I answer? Do I just say that I'm his brother? do I tell him? What do I do?

"ummm, hello?" Tommy asked again, snapping me out of my thoughts. "oh, sorry. name's Xelqua" I didn't know why i picked that name in specific, it just felt like it was my second name. "Tommy." the kid says, "Are you one of Dream's lads?" Tommy suddenly stiffened.

"no? Did he do something bad to you?" i swear to god if he did Dream is soooo dead.

Tommy nodded, hesitantly. Alright I am going to go on a mission to haunt Dream and to kill him.

Me and Tommy spoke for the next few hours, getting to know each other better. That was, until he asked me, "what is this place? It seemed to be blown up and dead? why stay here?" i took a deep sigh, not knowing how to answer.

"um, well, how do I phrase this?" I didn't know how to exactly tell him, "it- it was not really my fault, Dream did this. He was the reason so many players killed many players just because he was so selfish and arrogant"

I subconsciously touched the scar on my neck, "this place used to be DSMP"

"WHAT?!" He helld. "Yeah....i'm guessing your from the new DSMP?" I ask, hoping that the subject will change.

Tommy scoffed at that, "I'm not part of that filthy SMP! I'm part of L'Manburg....well, I used to be part of it anyway." Tommy seemed to loose all his confidence, "before I was exiled".

I placed my hand on his shoulder, "sorry for your loss, kid" 

I was getting mad, I was mad at myself for not being able to support him. I was mad that I let dream do this to him, I was mad at myself because I wasn't there to protect him.

what kind of a big brother am I? A crazy-ass psychopath, that's what type of brother you are. Just think about everything you did; think about how you hurt Dadza that day, think about how you hurt your family that day. And now you are lying to him.

The one thing I miss about the voices was the fact that they didn't allow me to be alone all the time. They were just there and kept me occupied most of the time. They didn't let me have thoughts that might be going to deep inside, and with the voices around, I could always have a companion.

But I want to change, I want to be there for him now.

~Back with Phil~

Ranboo, Tubbo and Phil were joking around. It started off as simple teasing before it came over to a very touchy subject.

"he becomes friends with everyone by acting like a father figure to them" Tubbo starts, "and then he murders them" Ranboo started to laugh a little. Phil just stood there, awkwardly.

"he- he lures them in with his Fatherly love and stabs you in the heart" Ranboo laughed even more. Tears started to swell in Phil's eyes, though he tried his best to not show that these jokes hurt him. He didn't want to make the other two uncomfortable because of his own actions.

"I-i kill ONE son" These words pained him, but he put on a fake smile and laughed. Not only it was a lie, but just talking about it made him sad. The other two just started to laugh even more, "and-and now i'm labeled as-" Phil continued but was cut of by Ranboo, "you have the 100% son kill rate, Phil!" Tubbo was dying from laughter while Ranboo pretended to put a medal around Phil's neck and patted him on the shoulder, whilst also dying of laughter. Phil was trying his best not to cry; he was biting his cheek on the inside and could feel the taste of blood in his mouth.

"I-I have to go" Phil said, spreading his wings out, "I'm sorry but i just remembered I had a few things to do at my house" Phil flew away , leaving the other to confused at the sudden seriousness of Phil. They both knew that they either went too far, or something is seriously wrong.

"he went the wrong way..." Tubbo said, "his house is in that direction" Tubbo pointed into the completely opposite direction that Phil flew in.

PoV: Phil

Wind was brustling my feathers as I flew skyward, tears going down my face. Flight would usually be something that calmed me down, but now it just brought even more unwanted memories.

I soon land in a place I haven't been in a long time; since Wilbur's death, to be exact. It was a small hill filled with colourful flowers. I picked up some daisies along the way, making a flower crown. I reach the top of the hill, it was illuminated with sunshine; there were a few stray trees and even more flowers blooming there.

Amongst the whole purity of the place, there was one thing that made the happiness of the place drop.

There was a grave right in the middle. I came up to it, going down on my knees as more tears started to shed from my eyes. I placed the flower crown onto the grave.

"I'm so sorry Grian. I am so so so sorry. I should've been there for you when you needed me most. I should've taken my role as a Father and should've been by your side. It's all my fault. It's my fault that you and Wilbur died. It's my fault that this all happened. I made the mistake again. I killed Wilbur. I let it happen again." My voice cracked at the end, "will you ever forgive me?"

I started to sob into my hands as I sat there, waiting for an answer of some kind. After getting no response, I just sobbed louder, "this is all my fault. I'm a terrible Father. You and Wilbur died because of me, I let it happen. I know that saying this here won't change anything but I hope that you could somehow hear me now.

Grian, I loved you the way you were. I need you, I really do need you know. I need help. Please... I know you needed all these words from when you were alive but please!" I begged into nothingness.

I felt a hand being placed on my shoulder.