Phil,
i know you’re gone.
You aren’t coming back.
And that maybe thats my fault? I dont know man, when i asked i got a whole explanation of theoretical cross-universe time travel.
This place is so fucked up. You aren’t here.
And you know what? Thats ok. That is OK. I’m upset, I miss you, but we weren’t healthy, Phil.
There’s a literal child peering over my shoulder. Maybe it means something that I don’t have to trauma-dump to mentally ill children anymore.
We had a couple ‘variations’ of you. One of them pretended to be you. It was bad.
But, as I have said before, you were also bad. So, that’s a thing.
I keep thinking about that will that I wrote you. It never got sent because I was taken here. Did you read the will, Phil? Did you set off the stasis chamber?
Despite what Dream says is for the best (and, I know, why would I listen to Dream in the first place? He gets it, though. He knows) I have attachments here. I’d miss this place, if it were gone.
Look, I’ll get to the point. I can’t come back. It’s time to fight the kingdom of gods, or whatever the kids are saying these days. But you can’t come here. It’s over, Phil.
So much has changed. I have changed, as much as we thought it impossible. In other words? Get L’d, Philza Minecraft.
-Techno of the Blade
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