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[wilblersrevived]

(Revivedbur time)

Phil walks around near the crator of L’manburg, looking at the hole, he’s reflecting.

Wilbur was stood under a tree close by to what used to be L’manberg as he lit his cigarette, and the scent of cigarette smoke was soon to fill the air. It fucking reeked, but it covered up the smell of old smoke that practically radiated from Wilbur’s clothing— Which, arguably, was worse. You would always know when he was near because it would fucking reek of a cigarette.

He glanced up and saw Phil in the distance, but he didn’t say anything, or (intentionally) do something to get his attention. Wilbur sat criss-cross on the ground, his long, dark brown coat engulfing his legs. With his free hand, he picked at grass, ripping it from the dirt and tossing it to the side. Taking a drag of his cigarette, he sighs, then smirks a little at the sight of the smoke emitting from his mouth.

[quackitlee-hq]

(Heyooo! :3)

Phil was sitting in the tree. looking over Las Navadas, he was just spying, Techno was curious on this place. And wanted Phil to look over since he’s busy.

He looked over the area, trying to get a closer look, eventually landing on the ground with a thud.

(Secret stealth mission: failed)

During his usual daily rounds, Quackity made sure to be on extra high alert. Rumors had spread of spies, and though he didn't mind rumors, it didn't hurt to be extra careful.

It turned out to be a good thing, though, as he whipped around to see a familiar blonde fallen to the floor out of the tree. His wings pinned against his head, eye narrowing as he stormed up to the man.

"Philza, what are you doing here?" He spoke quietly, though his tone was filled with venom.

[wilblersoot]

Philza skittered across the floor of Wilbur’s home, trying and not trying to get his sons attention, a potion accidentally broke on the avian and now he’s the size of a mouse, abbot terrified on how he was gonna react.

Wilbur had just gotten home from a mining trip for supplies, exhausted but satisfied with his findings. He swung the door to his place open and walked in, pushing it closed with his back while he held a bag full of iron, gold, and coal. The brunet was unaware of the small being scuttering across the wooden floorboards.

He halted when his boot knocked on a broken potion bottle and stepped on its substance spilled across the floor. He looked down, confusion etched on his face. He dropped the bag unceremoniously on the couch and picked up the potion bottle.

“What.. the fuck?” Wilbur scanned the empty room. Nothing signified that his house had been broken into. He threw the broken glass into the bin and wiped the substance off the floor. No one would want to accidentally touch that without knowing the effects of the potion.

He decided to shrug it off and go back to his bag of ores, picking it up and bringing it to his only chest filled with nothing but random items he probably didn't need.

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[switchy-niki]

As the Sydicate piled into the meeting room, Phil ran straight for his bedroom, shutting his door and collapsing on the floor as a circle of fire surrounded the avian.

FWOOSH!

Phil’s appearance was changed completely, wearing red and white clothes, a red and white striped bucket hat, along with his usual black wings were replaced with bat like demon wings, sharp red horns and pointy ears, along with a red fluffy like tail, sharp teeth. He was Redza.

“Augg…what the hell?….”

Niki quickly discarded her things on her chair at the syndicate meeting table. That mission was very stressful, and as much as she wanted to lie down in her soft bed, she also wanted to make sure Phil was okay and got some rest. A quiet yet harsh sound came from Phil’s room. Niki jogged over to his room, knocking gently on the door.

“Phil? Are you okay?” After a soft pause she spoke again, “Can I come in?”

[quackalee]

“I’m sorry Chayanne….” Phil said, bleeding out, his kid bleeding out as well. Tallulah was dead, Chayanne hugged her and Phil tightly as the final blow was struck. Phil’s breathing stopping after.

Phil woke up with a scream, shaking and gasping for breath. Just a dream…just a dream…he was sweating, tearing up and whimpering. Wings huddled around his body in a feathered puff ball.

Quackity had been passing by the remnants of the wall when he heard a scream in the distance. A sword was pulled out of his sheath in an instant as he spun around. “Who’s there?” He demanded, eyes scanning the area. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, deciding that someone must have been in danger instead, his sword started lowering. The only person he was near was Philza, he realized after a moment. With a sigh and a hand running down his face, he decided to scale the wall to the home. He may have disliked Chayanne for his abhorrence towards the duck but he figured if at least Phil needed some help... He didn’t know the man that well, but anything for Tallulah.

After much struggle and a now destroyed railway in the wall, he reached the top. “…Philza? Was that you?” he called after catching his breath.

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[charlee-switch-cicle]

Phil saw slime on the ground in a hole, shrugging before picking it up, curious.

Slimecicle grumbled, upset at being so rudely pulled from his napping place. “Philza from the arctic, hello!” He tried to keep his enthusiasm.

[quackalee]

You know you can hang out around with me sometime.

I just gotta make sure Chaynne doesn’t kill you-

-Phil

Kill Chayanne? I mean Chayanne killing me? That wouldn’t happen, don’t worry. I wouldn’t kill the egg of Wilbur’s father, I mean, I’m sure we’ll all get along great! :]

[quackalee]

Phil tried getting Wilbur’s attention, but it didn’t work, Tallulah interrupting what he was gonna say. Phil wasn’t gonna be mad at a child obviously.

“Nevermind…” Was all Phil could say, huffing and heading home. Much to Wilbur’s confusion.

Phil was sitting on the couch, wings wrapped around his body, he was heartbroken. Everyone seems to forget. Like always. He’s gonna possibly die any day and nobody will possibly care, it was March 1st…what was the point…

Muffled whimpers became heart wrenching sobs in minutes, fucking hell.

Quackity was (not) spying on Chayanne when he saw Philza part from the Wilbur, Tallulah, and his target, seemingly distressed. On one hand, he wanted to help Phil because at anything it could potentially get him alone with Chayanne, but on the other, he wanted to stay with the group and see if he could isolate Chayanne. Seeing that the three were chatting amiably, Quackity concluded that it would be better to slink off. He didn’t want Wilbur or Tallulah to see him killing the egg anyways.

Upon seeing the blond enter his home, he retraced his steps. He didn’t want to come off like he had been following the entire time, but he doubted that Phil would notice. Once brushing off the dirt off of his clothes, he traveled back to the home, thinking over an excuse to visit. He settled with asking if Phil and Chayanne would help him go mining. It would be an unfortunate accident if Chayanne died to a Zombie with an iron sword.

“Phil?” he called out, knocking on the door.

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