Parrot heard a sound reverberating off the long halls of his castle.
He didn't notice it at first, being so ingrained in making plans to better the server than to take notice of his current surroundings. He'd been neglecting himself even; dull blue and yellow feathers that were in desperate need of preening were poking the sides of his back, and the eye bags were growing as heavy as anvils.
It was only after he finally put his pen down and leaned back in his chair, bones popping and feathers ruffling from a lack of change in hours, that he noticed the sounds of an instrument. A violin, specifically. The instrument's voice waved between slow, drawn notes and a rapid-paced, methodical dance.
The macaw's muscles—wracked with soreness from previous battles and encounters with bandits, and now straining to remain active with the limited amount of coffee in his system— eased their chokehold of tension; a long, quiet sigh escaped past his beak. His wings slumped down the back of his chair, realizing their exhaustion from pressing hard against his back for so long. He continued to listen to the music.
Who would have guessed that the one thing that could truly bring him peace of mind, even for just a moment, was the sound of a violin? He couldn't exactly say he'd ever heard the song before, but something about it drew him in like a siren's call.
Did he have personal musicians in his castle? He couldn't remember hiring any, or if that was just part of the role as king. The ladder makes him wonder if he has any jesters, but Theo already takes up that role.
Speaking of the cockatiel.
The macaw glances around his quarters and realizes that his bodyguard is nowhere in sight. Typically, though Parrot insisted that he didn't have to, Theo would occupy a space in the corner of his room and watch his king dutifully. Ever since his knighting coronation, Theo had taken his role as the king's royal bodyguard very seriously, going as far as missing several hours of sleep to watch over Parrot from any attempted assassinations in the dead of night. Parrot thought he was an idiot for that, but he admired the effort.
But the little corner of his room, which he had internally dubbed “Theo's spot,” felt misplaced without the cockatiel. There was instead a long glowing reflection of the window streaming down the vanilla-painted walls in the place where his best friend should be. Perhaps he had gone on break, or was maybe checking out that music. He could also use a break anyway.
Parrot turns his neck, feeling a sharp strain in the muscles from holding down his head for ages, and glances at the clock. The sun was setting, and he was about to miss yet another dinner. Reina and Theo would get worried again if he didn't leave his room at least once this hour. Parrot relents and flexes his long wings off the carpet, lifting himself off his chair with popping knees. The king stretched his back and shoulders briefly before abandoning his desk to investigate. Just a quick look.
The hallways stretched on for what felt like eternity, each step swallowed by the endless blood‑red carpet that made his eyes ache. The gray, lifeless walls loomed on either side, cold enough to make him question how Lettuce ever thought this was an acceptable design choice. The whole castle felt engineered to drain joy out of whoever walked it — or maybe just him. It was almost like Lettuce, knowing deep down the macaw would eventually take the throne, had ordered the place to be as soulless as possible as one final act of spite. Parrot made a mental note to corner Horace later and beg him to redesign the interior. Something that didn’t feel like a prison on a forgotten island.
There was a pause in the violin for a long moment, making Parrot slow his stride to listen more intently.
There were short, sharp notes that tested the tuning before drawing back into a new piece. The melody was faster-paced, energetic, and light with an intended purpose. The bow attacked the strings as intensely as flipping a page in a book. Effortless and practiced elegance. Whoever was playing this instrument had to have been a professional.
The closer the king got to the quarters, the louder the melody got, and the more curious he became. Parrot reaches the door frame and notices the cracked door; the yellow blood of the sun spills into the dark halls.
This was Theo's room.
His talon hovered just shy of the dark oak door when he caught sight of familiar dull gray feathers, white patches dusting across wide, graceful wings on the other side.
Theo’s back faced the door, violin resting comfortably beneath his chin, his arm moving in fluid, deliberate strokes with every note. His gray wings stretched outward in front of him, broad and elegant, the patchy white speckles catching the light like paint brushed across canvas. They rose and fell with each motion of the bow, relaxed and swaying in a rhythm all their own.
The music poured out of him in a steady, unbroken stream. The melody breathed through the chamber, a solo symphony that curled around the stone walls and softened every hard edge. Theo’s bow glided across the strings in long, sweeping arcs, the sound rising and falling in gentle waves, each one dissolving into the next with effortless grace.
Parrot stood in the doorway, breath caught in his throat, instinctively slowing his inhale so he wouldn’t disturb the scene. It felt like any sudden movement would shatter the song mid‑air. So he stayed still, framed by the doorway, watching his friend create something beautiful with the kind of focus he rarely saw outside a battlefield.
He had never seen Theo like this. Focused, yes, but not in the tactical way he was when fighting. This was different. His shoulders were loose, his wings relaxed, his posture open in a way Parrot didn’t think the cockatiel ever allowed himself to be.
Theo looked… at peace.
Like he was exactly where he wanted to be, doing exactly what he wanted to do.
Just him and his instrument. The state of the server, the wars, the kingdom, the responsibilities that weighed him down: it all no longer mattered.
Suddenly, it felt like Parrot was intruding on something private. He almost stepped back into the hallway when the song abruptly cut off with a quiet, frustrated “damn it” from the other bird. Theo reset his grip, placing the bow back on the string. He tried to pick up the melody again, but the next note cracked, sharp and wrong. He sighed, wings drooping in defeat. The cockatiel finally sensed Parrot's presence from behind and swiftly turned to face him. His sunglasses tilted, revealing wide, startled eyes beneath. His whole face froze in total bewilderment, crest half‑raised like he’d been caught doing something illegal.
How long had he been standing there?
“Oh! Parrot I—I didn't realise you were there.” The cockatiel stutters, his chin releasing the hold on his violin and drawing it to his side, wings opening slightly.
“You're fine, bro. I wasn't here that long,” Parrot acknowledged with a soft smile, finally stepping into the room. He felt the weight of the crown sliding forward, nudging at his brow, and he instinctively reached up to adjust it, settling it neatly back into place like he’d done a thousand times before.
“That was amazing, Theo! How long have you been playing?” The king exclaims, stopping in front of Theo, and the other bird smiles like an idiot, the orange circles on his cheeks flush brighter, and the crest on his head lifts.
“Oh, this? I've been playing since I was a little hatchling. I haven't had much time to play it, given I'm a bodyguard and everything,” the cockatiel chuckles, and Parrot lightly parrots his laugh.
The king gestures for the instrument and asks a polite, “May I?"
Theo nods happily and holds the instrument out for Parrot to study, the macaw leaning over it with childlike wonder.
The instrument was sleek and glistened in the sunlight of the open window. Parrot traces a careful finger across the rim of the lower bout, being gentle as if a firm press would break the instrument. He admired the flame orange color that gradiented into an amber yellow of the wood; it reminded him of the warm brilliance of a fire resistance potion. Parrot observed the cracks that had been filled to fix its surface; the subtle marks of sandpaper against parts of its body indicated previous scars. It is as resilient as Theo is.
"It's seen better days,” Parrot laughs once, looking back up to face Theo, who grins easily.
"Yeahhh,” Theo sighs, holding the neck of his violin and resting it against the side of his leg, “it experienced a couple of TNT carts by mistake. One time, Shoebilly tried to break it, but I managed to piece it back together behind his back. I was harvesting resin for weeks trying to fix it.” The cockatiel reminisces, not missing the mess that the amber orange residue left in its wake in his desperate mission to fix his treasured item.
Parrot grimaces at the mention of the shoe bill, eyes shifting briefly to the instrument in a new light. He felt sympathetic towards the traumatized wood. He pictures a young Theo frantically trying to piece together his treasured instrument, trying his best to stay quiet so as not to alert his mentor. The fact that the cockatiel allowed him to even touch the violin astonished him. He hoped that Theo didn't feel pressured just because Parrot was king.
“That's wild, bro. I'm so sorry that happened.” Parrot stares into the dark glasses on his best friend's face, catching himself in their reflection. He vaguely makes out the roundness of Theo’s eyes behind them.
Theo only shrugs, dropping the conversation immediately.
“Did I interrupt you from your planning?” The cockatiel asks, fidgeting in place.
“Well, it was pretty loud,” Parrot started, immediately regretting his word choice when he saw a flash of guilt across his friend's face, “but honestly— I needed a break anyway. I had no idea you could play an instrument.”
“Well… you never really asked,” Theo states with an emptiness to his tone, as if he had already accepted beforehand that Parrot would never ask about his personal interests beyond fighting. Something about his answer made the king pause.
He had known Theo for almost a whole year, claimed to call him his best friend, and yet he didn't even know his hobby. He blinks a few times, suddenly feeling like the worst friend in the whole server. And the worst part is, Theo didn't look hurt by it. At least from Parrot's perspective, he didn't. Or maybe the bodyguard was using his glasses to his advantage to shield the hurt in his eyes. That one sentence, enough to make a world crumble, snuffed all of the breath from Parrot.
There was a long, awkward pause between them. Theo shifts on his talons, tightens his grip on the neck of his violin, and releases. The whole time, Parrot could only stare into the dark void of his triangular sunglasses.
What kind of friend am I?
The king thinks to himself.
“...na try it out?"
Theo's question cuts through the hurricane of thoughts in Parrot's brain like a blade to tape. The king stammers for a second.
"Wait–– huh?”
“I said you wanna try it out?" Theo gestures to his violin, a soft grin across his beak. "Since you're on break and all?”
Parrot blinks. He hasn't played an instrument since he was a hatchling, and never a wooden string. He has vague memories of playing the piano; he can't remember whether he liked it, though. But he looks at Theo's face, warm and inviting, and finds the offer contagious. Better than paperwork, he supposes.
“Sure. Why not?"
Theo’s pale yellow face lights up, his smile widening so much that his beak hurts. His long crest lifted high with pride, and feathers fluffed his head's outline.
Parrot has rarely taken more than a 20-minute break since he became king, so his willingness to learn was a blessing. Parrot takes the violin carefully, almost hesitantly, as if it were a relic rather than a battered instrument held together by resin and stubbornness. The king shifts the violin in his three-fingered talons, trying to mimic the way Theo held it. It’s awkward; the chin rest doesn’t sit quite right, the length of his arm holding the neck felt too close and too far, and his wings instinctively flare in uncertainty. A few feathers fall from them. Theo notices immediately.
“No, no, no— here,” the cockatiel murmurs quickly, stepping closer.
He reaches out, gently guiding Parrot’s talons into place. His touch is surprisingly soft for being so damaged by explosives and numerous fights, but Theo playing such an elegant instrument is a surprise in itself. He adjusts Parrot’s grip on the neck, nudges his elbow up, and angles the bow just so.
“There,” Theo says quietly, stepping back only a fraction. “Try drawing the bow across the strings.”
Parrot nods, inhaling. He presses the bow down and pulls.
The sound that comes out is… awful, like a dying cat in a windstorm screech, or when a voice changer distorts. Parrot winces so hard his whole body fluffs.
Theo bursts out laughing.
“Okay, okay—” Theo wipes a tear from behind his sunglasses, still grinning. “It’s certainly a start. Maybe a little less pressure; you’re holding it like it’s gonna explode.”
“Listen, dude, it's not like I'm going to play like Beethoven the first time.” Parrot sputters between giggles.
“Bro, Beethoven didn’t play like Beethoven the first time,” he fires back, crest bobbing. “You sounded like, I dunno— like you stepped on a ghast.”
Parrot’s cheeks warm under his plumage, and he gives Theo a gentle swat with the bow, wings and tail flaring in embarrassed defense. “Shut up, dude.”
Theo dodges, still giggling, spotty gray wings fluffing in amusement. “Hey, hey— I’m helping! Constructive criticism!”
“Bro, no that was not,” Parrot deadpans.
“And I’m the biggest bird.”
“Like no you’re––”
Theo taps the violin’s strings with a talon.
“Constructive version: You’re pressing too hard. Relax your shoulders.” Theo cuts in, not allowing Parrot to finish. The macaw rolls his eyes, but he adjusts his shoulders anyway, loosening them with an exaggerated shake. Parrot inhales, focuses, and draws the bow across the strings.
A shaky, wobbly note rings out. Not great. But not too horrible.
Theo’s whole face lights up.
“YES! That’s it! That’s an actual note! You did it!”
Parrot beams despite himself. “Holy void, I made music.”
“You made a sound. But like— a good one this time.” Theo raises his eyebrows over his sunglasses, smirking.
Parrot elbows him. “Dude.”
Theo just grins wider, sunglasses slipping down his beak. “What? I’m proud of you.”
The king’s feathers fluff involuntarily, wings relaxing behind him. Theo doesn’t seem to notice, or maybe he does, and he’s pretending not to.
“D’alright,” the cockatiel says, stepping back with a flourish of his wings. Sunlight from the window spills across half his face, turning the tangerine spots on his cheeks into a soft, glowing peach.
Theo gestures dramatically. “Round three, maestro,” the cockatiel says, stepping around Parrot to adjust his stance. “Let’s try a real note progression. Something simple.”
Parrot raises a brow. “Simple for you or simple for me?”
Theo smirks. “Simple for you. I’m not trying to make you cry again.”
“Bro I didn’t—”
“Sure you didn’t.”
Parrot groans, but he’s smiling.
Theo positions his talons again, close enough that Parrot can feel the warmth of him at his back. Parrot inhales, lifts the bow, and draws it across the strings.
This time the sound is clearer. Still shaky, still uncertain, but undeniably a real progression: a tiny melody too shy to allow itself to exist.
“That wasn’t bad. That was… that was lowkey kinda good.”
Parrot’s feathers raise in surprise, and he lifts his chin off the violin to properly look at Theo next to him. “Wait, really?”
Theo nods, still staring at him like Parrot just performed a perfect TNT cart combo. “Dude, that was like… beginner‑beginner level, but like… good beginner‑beginner level.”
Parrot laughs, eyes rolling. “Wow, thanks for the glowing review.”
Theo’s crest perks, feathers fluffing with a pride he tries and fails to hide. “I’m serious! You picked that up fast.”
“Well… maybe you’re just a good teacher.”
Theo freezes.
It’s subtle, a tiny hitch in his breath, a faint twitch of his wings. His sunglasses slip a fraction down his beak, revealing just a hint of wide, startled eyes beneath. The compliment hits him harder than it should. Because the word teacher doesn’t sit lightly on Theo’s shoulders. He thinks of the players he trained in the castle; the eager ones, the cocky ones, the terrified ones pretending not to be. He taught them how to hold a sword, how to read an enemy straight from the battlefield, how to survive the first ten seconds of a fight. He taught them how to organize their inventory so they wouldn’t die fumbling for a potion or a gapple. He taught them everything he knew.
And he watched every single one of them die.
In the end, all he’d really taught them was how to die with honor. And now he’s teaching a new group, knowing full well what fate waits for them in the next battle he and Parrot will send them into.
And that's not even mentioning the students who survived, weaponizing his teachings for the wrong side. Flamefrags. Because, of course, that demon would work for Cindercrest.
He’s not a good teacher.
Not in the way that matters. But hearing Parrot say it.
Parrot, the king of Unstable.
Parrot, his best friend, the one person whose opinion he can’t shrug off.
It lands differently.
Parrot says it like it’s obvious, as if it's something worth believing. Theo doesn't understand why.
“I— uh—” he clears his throat, looking anywhere but at the macaw, “I mean… yeah. I am pretty awesome. Biggest bird n’ all.”
Parrot scoffs. “Yeah, okay, bro.” The macaw nudges him lightly with a wing.
“You are NOT the biggest bird.”
The two birds laugh together at their ridiculousness, their voices bouncing off the chamber walls like loose feathers.
The next two hours are filled with shaky, unconfident notes that slowly gain shape. Hesitant sounds turn into short patterns; short patterns turn into something almost musical. By the end of their impromptu lesson, Parrot can nearly piece together a full two‑minute melody.
Theo is proud. Ridiculously proud. More than he expected to be.
He enjoys teaching Parrot more than he ever thought he would. It’s nice having someone who doesn’t question his methods every two seconds, who doesn’t argue or scoff or pretend they already know better. Parrot follows every instruction to a tee, improves every single time, and asks questions—so many questions—genuinely curious. It feels like, in the span of a couple of hours, Parrot was trying to make up for all the months he never realized Theo had a passion outside of fighting.
Eventually, the king’s arms grow tired. After finishing the last note of the short song, Parrot drops his arms in defeat and sighs, wings sagging.
“I think that’s enough for today,” Theo says smoothly, lifting himself off the bed where he’d perched to watch Parrot perform. He walks up to the stand that he left for his friend to read an old sheet of music, grabbing it by the neck and retiring it to a closet.
“I think so too,” Parrot echoes, letting Theo take the instrument from his talons. He winces briefly internally, imagining the guards outside Theo’s chamber suffering through every screech and wobble he produced.
Theo sighs softly, almost sad. “Guess that means you have to go back to all that paperwork now…”
His crest flattens. He’d hoped the end of their time together wouldn’t come so soon. It had been so long since they hung out as friends. Not king and bodyguard. He knows Parrot has duties, and he has his own, but he can’t help feeling a little selfish.
Parrot sighs, hollow. “Don’t remind me, dude.”
Theo hears the dread in his tone. It makes something in his chest twist.
Parrot stretches his wings and flaps them once; three blue and yellow feathers fall from them. The macaw rolls his tired, aching shoulders with a tired groan. “I should probably get back to it.”
Theo nods, trying not to look disappointed. “Yeah. Probably.”
Parrot starts toward the door, but pauses halfway through the frame. He glances back at Theo, who’s still holding the violin loosely in his talons, sunlight catching the amber wood.
“…Theo,” Parrot says quietly. “You wanna… keep playing? While I work. It… helps.”
Theo blinks once; his crest shoots straight up. “You want me to play in your room?”
Parrot nods. “If you’re cool with it.”
Theo doesn’t even try to hide the way his wings fluff, eyes beaming from behind his dark sunglasses. “Bro, I— yeah. Of course. I’d love to!”
Parrot snorts softly at the flustered delivery. “Wow, very nonchalant. C’mon then.”
Theo practically skips, violin tucked under his arm, following Parrot down the long hallway. The castle feels different with the two of them walking together, less cold and empty. Parrot’s steps are slow and calculated, but Theo keeps pace beside him, wings brushing the air with quiet excitement.
When they reach Parrot’s chamber, the macaw settles back at his desk with a resigned sigh, picking up his quill. The parchment looks endless. The ink feels heavy. But the room finally feels lighter with Theo in it.
Theo stands near the grand window of Parrot’s royal chamber, adjusting his violin under his chin. “Any requests?”
Parrot thinks for a moment, then shakes his head. “Just… play whatever you want.”
Theo smiles softly, genuinely. “D’alright.”
He draws the bow across the strings.
The first note blooms into the room like warm breath on cold glass; soft, steady, unhurried. A gentle melody unfurls, each phrase flowing into the next with a quiet confidence. The kind of music meant to sit in the background like sunlight. Parrot’s shoulders loosen almost immediately. His wings relax, his breathing steadies, and the tension in his jaw melts away. The castle feels less suffocating with the sound weaving through the air.
Parrot watches him for a moment — just a moment — before focusing on the work again.
But the music keeps tugging at his attention.
Now and then, Parrot glances up from his paperwork, catching Theo swaying slightly with the rhythm. The cockatiel’s wings hang loose behind him, relaxed and open, crest bobbing with each phrase. His movements are small; a shift of weight, a tilt of the head, a subtle dip of the bow, but they’re full of a quiet joy Parrot rarely sees in him.
Theo doesn’t notice the glances.
Or maybe he does, and he’s pretending not to.
Occasionally, Theo hits a note only he would notice was wrong; a tiny slip, a bow angle off by a hair. He curses under his breath, barely audible, and corrects himself instantly. Sometimes the mistake is so detrimental that he has to stop the whole song, exhaling sharply before starting again from the beginning.
Parrot never looks up during those moments. He keeps his eyes on the parchment, saving Theo the embarrassment of being watched while he resets. It's the first time in ages that Theo properly played anyway, who was he to judge? The king listens, always listens, letting the music guide his quill across the page.
Theo moves through piece after piece — soft ones, ones he hasn’t touched in years. Some are slow and wistful, drifting like falling snow. Others are jumpy, playful, dancing lightly across the strings like sparks from a fire. A few are old melodies he learned as a hatchling, their simple patterns carrying a nostalgia he doesn’t voice.
The sound fills the chamber, wrapping around the stone walls and bleeding into the corners like golden paint. It settles into the cracks of the castle, into the air between them, into the spaces Parrot usually fills with silence and stress. And Parrot works, drowning in paperwork, but this time not in silence. Not in the weight of the crown.
Ya'll I'm so nervous about Parrot's new upload. I've got a feeling that either Theo or Reina is gonna die if not in this video, then the next.
My prediction is that the episode is gonna focus on Parrot finding one of the two, most likely being Reina. Not only because she's a newer player, she'd be hunted down way quicker by Saps army, but also because she's been lowkey given more screentime lately. I think her becoming closer to Parrot is gonna start creating tension between Parrot and Theo. Theo already has a seed planted in his head by Shoebilly that Parrot will easily replace Theo, and those two becoming more and more bonded with each passing episode might just convince Theo that Billy is right. I don't think that we'd see much of Theo either in the episode, most likely around the time when Parrot was recording his video, Theo was on Lifesteal, and obviously wouldn't have a lot of time to be included.
Now, I don't think cartwings duo will end up like another Wifies situation; however, I also don't see Theo completely switching sides to Cindercrest when he inevitably has a fight with Parrot. The thing damaging those birds' relationship is a severe lack of proper communication: Parrot isn't allowing himself to be open with Theo like he is with Reina, and he doesn't listen to Theo's advice when he provides it. We've been seeing a lot of one-on-one conversations between Parrot and Reina. Parrot is just barely scratching the surface of what he'd experienced in his life on the server, but he's undoubtedly shared more than what he's ever had with Theo. Granted, Theo and Parrot were with each other during the Mafia Arc, and Theo did briefly join District 13 to help Parrot, but as far as we, the viewers, are aware, Theo has no idea what Parrot was up to before the Mafia and afterwards. Hell, Theo may have also never been given an explanation as to why he suddenly appeared at spawn with nothing at the beginning of season 2, a question he's asked but was promptly ignored. There is undoubtedly a huge difference in trust that Parrot has in Theo. Maybe the reason why Parrot is so open with Reina is that she's a new player and has zero experience to what the world was previously like and how Parrot was back then, or maybe Parrot sees himself in her.
As for why I don't think Theo will switch sides to Cindercrest, not only that is the side which Billy works for (I hope one day we're given a backstory between those two and why they have so much bad blood and why Theo decided that he didn't want to kill players like Billy does anymore), but also I don't think he'd side with a group that wants to kill Parrot. Parrot seems to be a very special friend to Theo, as he's incredibly loyal to him even during the Mafia arc, and especially now as his bodyguard. Theo doesn't seem to associate himself with anyone else outside of Parrot either, and even if he's just joking, he doesn't fully welcome Reina under his wing. Clearly, Parrot means a lot to Theo. As harmful as it is I don't think the lack of communication is gonna be what destroys their friendship, but it will definitely have consequences. I think Parrot has to flip his morals completely for Theo to start contemplating sticking around him still. They probably will have a falling out, maybe Theo will admit that he's feeling like Parrot was replacing him with Reina, and storms off.
Another prediction of mine is that I think Theo and Billy will have more interactions. Maybe Theo is captured by Cindercrest, and Saps hands over Theo for Billy to deal with, as a reward for helping Saps gain the crown. And we've already seen Theo when he's hopeless, maybe he's under the lie that Saps killed Parrot, and he doesn't fight back, or he's blaming himself for losing the whereabouts of Parrot during the battle at Capital City.
This isn't me disliking Reina's character because oh she's destroying my cartwings duo rahahhhh. I think she's a great character! I love her, and she's a great addition to Parrot's friend group and introduces a whole new perspective that we haven't seen in Unstable before. The character resemblance between her and Dean (rip i miss him every day) is spot on, and I'm scared that because of that similarity, she will fall to the Parrot curse.
I'm also in denial 24/7.
Lemme know if you agree or disagree with my predictions! I know I've definitely left a few things out, I'd love to hear what ya'll think. <3
I wanna say as .ich as I would love more Billy-Theo interactions and an explanation on their backstory I fear Unstable has been going kinda stale with them. They have lots of potential tho so I hope that they will do something with them soon.
As for the Reina-Dean parralels. I think one pary why Parrot trusts her so much is because subconsciously, she reminds him of Dean (and the reason why he died wad exactly because of Parrot's lack of trust in him). So being much more open with Reina than Theo is kinda his way to atone for Dean's death. (I also think it's because he sees her as someone he is responsible for, in contrast to Theo)
I love your take!! I do agree that Theo and Billy's storyline has been getting more and more sidelined and it's really sad to see, even in the more recent episode their history together was portrayed more as a joke. Oh well 😓.
I also really like how you think that Parrot subconsciously sees her more like Dean and is more open to her to atone for his death. If that's the case, then that begs the question if he also subconsciously sees Theo as Wifies too; moreso the whole "protector" aspect of their qualities. We've seen in one of Parrot's episodes where he almost compares Theo to Wifies ("this is why you'll never be like-..."), so he definitely views his former best friend in his current.
Ya'll I'm so nervous about Parrot's new upload. I've got a feeling that either Theo or Reina is gonna die if not in this video, then the next.
My prediction is that the episode is gonna focus on Parrot finding one of the two, most likely being Reina. Not only because she's a newer player, she'd be hunted down way quicker by Saps army, but also because she's been lowkey given more screentime lately. I think her becoming closer to Parrot is gonna start creating tension between Parrot and Theo. Theo already has a seed planted in his head by Shoebilly that Parrot will easily replace Theo, and those two becoming more and more bonded with each passing episode might just convince Theo that Billy is right. I don't think that we'd see much of Theo either in the episode, most likely around the time when Parrot was recording his video, Theo was on Lifesteal, and obviously wouldn't have a lot of time to be included.
Now, I don't think cartwings duo will end up like another Wifies situation; however, I also don't see Theo completely switching sides to Cindercrest when he inevitably has a fight with Parrot. The thing damaging those birds' relationship is a severe lack of proper communication: Parrot isn't allowing himself to be open with Theo like he is with Reina, and he doesn't listen to Theo's advice when he provides it. We've been seeing a lot of one-on-one conversations between Parrot and Reina. Parrot is just barely scratching the surface of what he'd experienced in his life on the server, but he's undoubtedly shared more than what he's ever had with Theo. Granted, Theo and Parrot were with each other during the Mafia Arc, and Theo did briefly join District 13 to help Parrot, but as far as we, the viewers, are aware, Theo has no idea what Parrot was up to before the Mafia and afterwards. Hell, Theo may have also never been given an explanation as to why he suddenly appeared at spawn with nothing at the beginning of season 2, a question he's asked but was promptly ignored. There is undoubtedly a huge difference in trust that Parrot has in Theo. Maybe the reason why Parrot is so open with Reina is that she's a new player and has zero experience to what the world was previously like and how Parrot was back then, or maybe Parrot sees himself in her.
As for why I don't think Theo will switch sides to Cindercrest, not only that is the side which Billy works for (I hope one day we're given a backstory between those two and why they have so much bad blood and why Theo decided that he didn't want to kill players like Billy does anymore), but also I don't think he'd side with a group that wants to kill Parrot. Parrot seems to be a very special friend to Theo, as he's incredibly loyal to him even during the Mafia arc, and especially now as his bodyguard. Theo doesn't seem to associate himself with anyone else outside of Parrot either, and even if he's just joking, he doesn't fully welcome Reina under his wing. Clearly, Parrot means a lot to Theo. As harmful as it is I don't think the lack of communication is gonna be what destroys their friendship, but it will definitely have consequences. I think Parrot has to flip his morals completely for Theo to start contemplating sticking around him still. They probably will have a falling out, maybe Theo will admit that he's feeling like Parrot was replacing him with Reina, and storms off.
Another prediction of mine is that I think Theo and Billy will have more interactions. Maybe Theo is captured by Cindercrest, and Saps hands over Theo for Billy to deal with, as a reward for helping Saps gain the crown. And we've already seen Theo when he's hopeless, maybe he's under the lie that Saps killed Parrot, and he doesn't fight back, or he's blaming himself for losing the whereabouts of Parrot during the battle at Capital City.
This isn't me disliking Reina's character because oh she's destroying my cartwings duo rahahhhh. I think she's a great character! I love her, and she's a great addition to Parrot's friend group and introduces a whole new perspective that we haven't seen in Unstable before. The character resemblance between her and Dean (rip i miss him every day) is spot on, and I'm scared that because of that similarity, she will fall to the Parrot curse.
I'm also in denial 24/7.
Lemme know if you agree or disagree with my predictions! I know I've definitely left a few things out, I'd love to hear what ya'll think. <3
