Two Days later, that night. . .

Philza was excited, the plans for the L'manburg takedown sat in front of him slowly forming. His pencil danced across the paper, his blue eyes focused as he mumbled to himself about the best times to attack, where from, and who would be where. He was hesitant to let Tommy join their fight, but after some convincing from Technoblade he finally gave in. He knew Tommy wasn't helpless, he knew the male could handle his own, but the father couldn't help but worry.

He paused when he heard someone enter the kitchen, untensing once he realized it was only Ghostbur. Ghostbur didn't sleep much, still used to being able to pull all-nighters basically everyday for his habit to change over such little time. He stayed up most nights, usually in his room reading or writing his own little story. But he must have known Phil was up, coming down to keep the older company. 

"Ghost?" The man smiled, blue eyes twinkling at the paper the man held. His white wings fluttered in realization, his smile growing bigger.

"Are those the plans?" He asks, sitting down in a chair next to the father. Philza nodded, moving the paper over so Ghostbur could look it over. The man fixed his gold-rimmed glasses, blue eyes running across the paper as he read. "Seems like you're thinking of everything!" The bird hybrid smiled, pulling the paper back over to him. 

"I'm trying to, anyways." 

"Why don't you put Tommy on the ground? He'd be more helpful if he was. From up on the obsidian he would be lucky to hit anyone with a bow." He knew Bur was right, his lips turning into a thin line as he thought.

"I guess you're right, but are you sure that Tommy would be safe on the ground?" Ghost paused, a small smile forming on his lips. 

"We'll never know unless we let him try, yeah?" Philza paused. 

"How can you say that without a hint of fear?" The white-haired male looked at his father confused. "Aren't you afraid he could get badly hurt?" It was Bur's time to pause, but as he did he thought of what to say next. Thinking he found the right words he started.

"I'm scared all the time for Tommy, even before he was blinded." Phil looked at him with a curious look. "When I was a ghost, I knew Tommy wasn't doing great and decided to stay by his side. I gave him blue that would chase away his sadness, and even tried to make the, what seemed to be, an emotionless teen smile." Bur sighed, letting his head fall into his hand at the memories. "When Tommy was in trouble I always got scared for him, but my happy nature usually chased away any negative emotions to the point I just laughed it off or ran away like a coward." He frowned, his white wings drooping as his memories shot through his vision. 

"Now that I'm not a ghost, I can feel those emotions, guilt, sadness, fear... But I wouldn't change anything about that." Philza reached over, placing a comforting hand on top of his son's, squeezing it as if trying to say he was there for him.  "When he was exiled, I was there for him, and I knew what was happening. I just tried to ignore it, let those negative emotions just leave me for the more... positive outlook that Tommy was trying to conjur up for me. I eventually left, believing some stupid lie Dream told me to keep me away from Tommy." Ghost paused, blue eyes looking sad. "I regret that most of all. Maybe if I had been there none of this would have happened! Maybe Tommy wouldn't be blind, living in L'manburg already- maybe he would have destroyed Dream at some point. Maybe he would have-" Philza softly laughed, making the younger male look towards him. His eyes held a soft look, his smile not wavering. 

"If you keep looking at the past in such a way, you might never move forwards." Ghostbur sighed, looking down towards the table. 

"It's just- I can't help but blame myself in some way." Phil hummed, pulling his son over to him as he started carding his fingers through the man's hair. His wings drooped, a frown slowly forming on his face. 

"I think we all do, in some little way, blame ourselves for what happened to Tommy." Burs eyes met Philza's own. "I too think I could have done something to save Tommy, even Technoblade does. But dwelling on the past, wishing we could have changed something gets you nowhere." Ghostbur curled up into Philza's side as he spoke. "I wasn't a great father, I let two walk out of my life so easily. I could have stopped them, but I didn't." He still remembered the look Wilbur had thrown his way when he was leaving, a small and confused Tommy holding the teen's hand with a small backpack with very little shoved into it. 

Wilbur had left after their fight, one that Philza had wished turned out differently. But then again, it wasn't every day you almost died to your own children's rage. Wilbur's eyes had been full of anger, of wanting as his claws dug into Philza's throat, wings flapping around and legs pinning the man down as he tried to kill him.

It was something Phil would never be able to forget. He shouldn't have let Wilbur take Tommy, especially after such a violent act. What if he had done the same thing to Tommy? What if he lashed out on the poor teen he had bared a child with? What about the grandson he had thought he'd never meet?

It seemed his worrying wasn't for nothing, recently learning he would take his anger out on Tommy in Pogtopia. Phil squeezed Ghostbur closer. "I regret that, a lot. But I can't change what happened, nor what things butterflied from that one little mistake. I could have stopped all of this from happening, L'manburg, Pogtopia, all the wars- heck maybe even this server turning into what it is today! But I plan to be better in the future. I plan to be a better father, not just for Tommy, but for Wilbur, Technoblade, and you." Philza kissed the top of his son's head after he finished that sentence. "I can change the future, and so can you." Ghost smiled. 

"Thank you, I needed to hear that." Ghostbur paused. "You really should put Tommy on the ground." Philza chuckled, picking his pencil up to start erasing and correcting some of the plans. 

"I think you're right." 

Morning. . .

Technoblade was setting up breakfast the same way he did every day, setting plates up for his family and making up his and Tommy's own. He sat the plates down before pouring the coffee, setting up the creamers and sugars in the middle of the table like he did all the time. The food was on the stove, Violet, Tommy's lovely dog, sat patiently next to it, waiting for the piglin hybrid to drop a sausage down for the animal to eat. Technoblade did so, watching the white dog pick the piece of meat up and trot away, tail wagging as it did so. He sighed, already hearing movement from upstairs. He popped down, grabbing his fork and stuffing some of the eggs into his mouth just as Wilbur walked in. 

He was sleepily rubbing at his eyes, yellow sweater on and sweatpants Technoblade had made for the man on. His gold-rimmed glasses sat in his hand as he tried to rub the sleep out of them, finally slipping them on after a few moments. It was still weird for the triplet that the other before him was alive. "Mornin." Techno mumbled, taking a few sips of his coffee afterwards. "How was your sleep?" Wilbur huffed, leaning back in his seat. 

"I hate that fucking bed." Techno couldn't help the smirk that formed on his face. "Did you find the most uncomfortable bed and say, 'oh yes my sibling will love this fucking heap of shit'?" Techno couldn't help the small chuckle leaving him or the smile breaking over his face. 

"If you don't like the bed you could have said so. It's been almost a week, how come you didn't say anything until now?" He shrugs.
   
"Been too busy to actually bring it up." Wilbur mumbles, taking the cup of coffee and gulping some down. Wilbur didn't like his coffee with cream and sugar, and when he did add any it was very little. Technoblade made it his new mission to tease Wilbur over this. 

"Is it just as black as your soul?" Wilbur glared for a moment before setting the cup down, slouching back into his seat. 

"Yes, actually. It's good." The bird hybrid looked down to Technoblade's plate. 

"How's eating your brethren?" The pinkette paused, looking down towards the sausage. 

"I'm a fucking Piglin hybrid, not a pig hybrid." 

"Piglin's are literally like pigs but humanoid." Technoblade huffed at that. 

"They are not, they are very different!" 

"They OINK!" An annoyed sigh made the two brothers stop, their father walking over to the table to grab his plate and get some food. He noticed Wilbur's was untouched and grabbed the sons as well. 

"Fighting this early in the morning? This has to be a new record." The eldest glared towards Wilbur who returned it with full force. "Knock it off before Ghostbur and Tommy come down, last thing those two want first thing in the morning is to hear bickering." Coming back to the table with two plates full of food he sat one down in front of a slowly waking Wilbur, and then at his own seat before sitting. The room grew quiet as the three ate, that is until Philza began to speak again. "We're ready to attack, you name the day and we'll do it." Philza announced. Techno and Wilbur both looked at the bird hybrid who was now mindlessly drinking some of his own coffee after adding some creamer and sugar to it. Both seemed to have the same idea.

"Two days, we attack in two days." Techno announced, his brother seemed to agree, a huge smile forming on the revived man's face. "In two days, the Minecraft family gets their revenge."