Wilbur sat at Dreams table, cigarette tucked between his lips and brown eyes turning red as the admin told the other his story. Wilbur was angry, his brown wings fluttering in anger as he listened. "They sent him to die, and now they blame me for what happened." Dream finishes, smirking behind his mask at the fiery gaze the man before him gave. "They started a war with me, and I plan to finish it. But I need your help, because when I went to go seek help from Technoblade, but he too blames me for Tommy's suicide." 
   
"And L'manburg is responsible for this?" Dream nods, already seeing the man shake from his fury. 
   
"Yes, they exiled him and are now blaming me for their fuck up." The cigarette between his lips was lifted out, a gust of smoke leaving his lips in the process as his brown eyes glinted red. He seemed in deep thought, thinking about the best way to approach this situation. Dream knew what would happen though, he was going to give in. Wilbur cared about Tommy, even when he turned insane. He was probably already making deadly plans with L'manburg's name on them in his head. 
   
"When do we start?" Dream couldn't help the wicked smile that flung itself onto his lips. He was excited for his new favorite pawn to help him in his game, a game he would concur. 

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"TOMMY!" Philza wanted to run after the other, and he had started before he was yanked back by his eldest son. 
   
"Dad, stop!" Phil shot a glare at the other. He couldn't believe that his son could have kept something like this from him. He had thought Tommy was dead, that he would never get to mend his relationship with the other, and now that he knew he was alive Technoblade was stopping him? The blond jerked his arm out of the piglin hybrid's hold. 
   
"Why would you keep something like this from me?!" The bird hybrid yelled. "You knew Tommy was alive and didn't tell me!" 
   
"Because he didn't want you to know!" A long pause, both an angry Techno and a slightly hurt Phil staring back at one another. "He doesn't want anyone to know he's alive, and I promised I wouldn't tell anyone." 
   
"Why..."
   
"When I brought up talking to you, he had a panic attack, so even before he told me he didn't want to see you I decided it would be best if I didn't." Philza was hurt, his blue eyes saddening at the thought of his youngest being that afraid of him. 
   
"Why would he fear me that much though?" He asked, mostly to himself, but Technoblade had an answer for his father. 
   
"Because, he witnessed the father he hadn't seen in years, pop out of nowhere and kill his older brother. The brother who took care of him after he left the... cabin." Philza remembered that cabin, the one he had built for him and Kristian, before she died after having Wilbur and Technoblade. He had stayed in that house, determined to make it the family home Kristian had always wanted, but in the end it was all for nothing. Their once strong family bond slowly diminished, and Tommy, poor sweet Tommy, was caught in the crossfire of it all. 

Technoblade and Phil had stayed in that cabin for many years hoping Wilbur would come back with Tommy, before giving up and leaving to try and forget their loss. When they eventually found the two missing family members, one was already too far gone to save, and the other a paranoid mess that would just shove his father to the side. But, the blond himself didn't make much effort to talk to the blond, and that was one of his regrets. Now, he could fix that, but hearing Technoblades words made him hesitate. He had hurt his son so much, he didn't know if talking to the other would be beneficial for the poor raccoon teen or not. 

"How is he..?" Philza eventually asks. The piglin hybrid seemed hesitant to answer the other, red eyes looking away from the father as he spoke. 

"He's fine." Philza knew that was a lie. 

"How is he." Technoblades hands tightened at his sides. 

"He's not doing good, mentally that is." Phil crossed his arms as he listened. "When I found him, he was nearly dead." The father's fingers dug into his flesh as the other kept talking. "Dad, he'd blind..." It was like the whole world froze before the bird hybrid, his blue eyes turning deadly at those words. 

"What?" 

"Dream, he had blinded Tommy." He didn't know how to respond to this new information. Dream had blinded his son. His son was now doomed to pitch darkness forever, because of whatever recklessness that idiotic admin had done. "Tommy's improved though, his blindness doesn't bother him as much anymore. I've been trying to help Tommy, and I think it's working." Philza strained a smile, something Technoblade frowned deeper at. "I don't think it's a good idea to let you see him yet, dad. He's still barely recovering." The two paused. 

"I planned to come out here and live here." Philza admits. "But you are right, me being here all the time could affect him. Maybe I should build my own house?" Technoblade nods. 

"Ease yourself back into his life, he still needs time." The blond nods in agreement. "I'm going to be blowing L'manburg up." The father blinked at this before understanding. He knew his eldest never liked L'maburg, he guessed that the attempted execution was the last straw. 

"I'll help." Technoblade smiled. 

"I knew you would." 

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Tommy sat curled up on the couch, tail curled around himself as he laid in a ball. He was crying silently, memories apon memories filling his mind of his father. Philza was a good man, he was. Tommy was still traumatized though, and he knew he wouldn't be able to handle seeing the other yet. He'd break down, start panicking, and maybe even do something even more reckless than that. When the door was pushed open, he stilled, hoping to hear Technoblades footsteps and his alone. But he didn't. "Tommy?" His brother called out for him. "Tommy, dads gonna have to stay here for a few days until he gets a house built, but after that he'll be gone!" He yelled through the house. Tommy fought himself to respond, it was like his throat was denying him access to his own voice. 

"OK!" He finally yelled out from his curled-up position on the couch. The older brother walked over, now knowing the location of the other, and stopped only a few feet behind the other. He probably was leaning over the back of the couch, looking down at him with an expression of concern.
 
"Hey, how does chicken and carrots sound for lunch?" Tommy jerked a nod, just wanting to be left alone as he tried to process the fact he'd have to see Philza more. Could he handle something like that? "Ok." With that Techno retreated, talking quieter with the blond man he was sure was following the eldest son into the kitchen. Tommy closed his eyes, ears pressed firmly against his head as he tried to fall asleep. Maybe if he slept, he could ignore the inevitable interaction he would have with his father.