A RP Blog Created By @totallynotbat I am not attempting to impersonate Philza.
RP!Phil is what my Philza is, an acronym which is my version of him. Which I will post his story soon, and occasionally will post his original lore here and on my main.
RP!Phil mixes lore between DSMP, Hardcore, QSMP, plus my original lore and headcannons for Phil.
I also RP Redza, CC!Phil, Or QSMP!Phil.
CC!Philza Blog is @switchzawatson
I am a SFW Tickle blog, but I also do normal RPS as well. If you don’t like that kindly shoo shoo.
NSFW do not interact as the admin is a minor.
I check boundaries on intro posts! And if needed I will DM ppl! I don’t want to step out of boundaries and make others uncomfortable.
@ticklishavian was my old acc, so until I get my email for that acc. This is the current one for now.
With that out of the way. Let’s move on.
General Headcannons:
Phil is short (5’4!) so he can easily be picked up depending on who it is.
Has glasses, with a burn scar from a fire arrow that was shot by Tubbo during Phil’s house arrest on his left eye.
He was previously a regular crow before he was turned into a human baby by Rose, he was left on a doorstep.
Sam and Phil went to the same school where Phil was bullied constantly from being the only hybrid in his family. Phil’s sibling’s and Sam helped with those.
Phil hasn’t seen his family since he left for Hardcore.
Phil has an human like avian form, or can turn into a little crow. Or if he gets pissed off enough he has this avian curse.
His regular avian form is him just with bird talons, tail, and feathers everywhere.
After the explosion from Wilbur’s TNT, Phil’s wings were badly damaged through the first few months. Unfortunately because of his house arrest he couldn’t fix them probably until after he escaped with Techno.
He was called upon by the Ender King when his Hardcore days started and had to leave Wilbur behind, Wilbur holds that against him.
Phil never told Wilbur about Doomsday after his revival, the only stuff Wilbur remembers his Techno and Dream being in it. Not Phil.
After Fundy told Phil about Wilbur lying in the letters, Phil and Wilbur had an argument about it Phil revealing everything about Doomsday to his son.
Has a bite mark on his neck from the enderdragon in the Syndicate finale.
In the QSMP, he’s very protective of Chayanne, anyone touches them the person is dead.
Has nightmares about losing Chayanne and Tallulah, the one where they were killed my a Nightmare Stalker keeps replaying over and over again.
When Chayanne and Tallulah were cracked, he was very suspicious of Quackity and is pissed off at the moment at the new quests that were given.
When his kids were missing, he has suffered through stress and anxiety, the birdhouse not helping him, luckily he has friends to help him.
He still has the Purgatory Gas mask. (Bolas)
Rose managed to help him calm down, he is sometimes there at her little area she made for him and the kids.
He is scared of being taken again by the Ender King.
One day randomly some weird magic happened and Cc!Phil was suddenly in the Hardcore server. That’s how they met.
The majority of the colorzas were created by important moments in Phil’s life, either in hardcore or any of the servers.
Tickle Headcannons:
Ler:
Will not afraid to use tickles as punishment.
Teasing.
Chasing is his thing yes yes
Laughs with his lee
Uses wings. Any chance he gets.
When he’s in his crow form he nuzzles like crazy.
Usually does Tickle Monster persona.
He usually tackles if your cocky.
Lee:
He squirms. A lot.
He has such a cute laugh, squeaky and cute.
He hides a lot if he’s being chased. Or until he can’t run anymore.
Cannot handle teasing or anticipation.
He covers his face or tries not to laugh out of fear of being judged.
When he’s in his Avian form he has a tail that wags around when he’s tickled.
Chirps and snorts whenever he’s tickled long enough.
Wings flap.
He’s also ticklish in his regular avian form and crow form.
He gets drained a lot from his curse so he loves comfort tickles, he just giggles to his heart’s content.
Feathers or fluffy objects (wings or tails) will also get him squealing. His bellybutton is extremely ticklish so he screams whenever he’s tickled there.
QSMP Phil can’t remember where he’s ticklish, luckily Quackity manged to help him out with that.
CC!Phil and Redza are also Ticklish-
Tickle spots: (RP!Philza/QSMP & DSMP, Plus Redza-): Coming soon
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A giant crow sat in the middle of the valley, looking around curiously, very fluffy bird.
Bibs and Olli, who were out finding ingredients as usual, were just heading back to their cabin, were walking through the area, and heard the rustling. Olli bounded over to it, with Bibs following behind, and looked around Just before giving up, Bibs spotted the big beady eyes.
"Holy shit, that's a huge crow!" They exclaimed, which grabbed Olli's attention as he swung around. "A huge and fluffy crow. And it smells... familiar. I can't quite put my paw on it."
Suddenly, a loud meow pierced through the cold air, and Olli turned around quickly.
"That's Snowball! MY KITS!! SNOWBALL IS KITTING!!!"
"Uh oh- you'd better get over to the village, fast. Here- take a stick, these numbing potions, and-" Bibs quickly splashed a speed potion on him. "There. Now go, I'll meet up with you in a few minutes."
Olli nodded and sprinted off. Bibs then turned to Phil. "Do you think you can help me carry some stuff? We're gonna need to get a lot of things and I want to make as few trips as possible."
Bibs landed gracefully in the snow, then dove down into the new water entrance (to keep the cabin as clear of natural air as possible, for multiple brewing reasons). They filled up their inventory with a bunch of carpet and some potions plus a few more sticks, then came back up and dropped them next Phil. "Take these and fly north to the nearest village. I'll be with you after I brew up just a few more potions. In the mean time, make sure Snowball is as comfortable as possible." Without another word, they dove back into the cabin.
Phil nodded, taking the items, flying off, he managed to get a couple of ways over, okay- which way did they say to go again-
Phil got distracted not even 5 minutes later, flying south instead of north- and getting distracted by shiny rocks in a forest- needless to say he ain’t going in the right direction. And it will take awhile, hell Bibs could probably beat him to the area.
Bibs finished up the brewing quicker than expected, and had plenty of varying potions at the ready. They brought along some extra materials that they gave Phil, and set off to the the village.
Arriving, they could see Olli right next to the white cat, who was breathing heavily and biting on the stick. The thing the caught their eye, though, is that Phil wasn't there, and there was no trace of him.
"Olli, where's Phil?"
"I haven't seen him, why?"
"...He has some crucial stuff. God dammit." They prepped a small bed of carpet for Snowball and gently lifted him in. Then they turned to Olli again. "Have you given him the numbing potions?"
"Mhm."
"Good. Here's a few more, a strength and a resistance, and- fuuuuuck. Phil has the healing. Alright, take this walkie-talkie and let me know if you see one coming. I'll be back soon. Snowball, hang in there. You're doing great. Just keep pushing, and don't worry if you see any ink. That's a good sign."
"Mrrow..."
"Alright, you two stay put. I'm gonna find Phil." And with that, they took off again in search of Phil.
Phil nodded, trying to grab the potions in question, they slipped through Phil’s beak and then fell to the ground, shattering, stepping back a bit to place the other items down.
Bibs looked up at Phil, tears nearly running down their face, and they immediately saw Phil's expression and got up. "Wait no, Phil, it wasn't you, I'm sorry-"
"PHIL!" Bibs cried after him, then sighed. They wished they could go after him- but in their mind Olli's kits were more important at the moment. It's fine, it's your fault anyway, you're dangerous, you lash out at least twice a week-
"...Bibs? You copy?"
"Wh- Olli? Is everything alright?"
"Everything is smooth so far, but I saw one coming and so I called you."
"Thanks. I'll be there soon, um... Some stuff happened."
"Alright, we're trying our best. See you soon."
Bibs put away the walkie and flew back to the cabin, trying to ignore the thoughts in their head.
~~~
Overlapping, high-pitched mews filled the cabin above, the five newborns still figuring out what the world is. Bibs sat on their bed in the underground bunker below, head spiraling.
Dangerous.
Worthless.
Unkind.
Evil.
SHUT UP.
GUILT TRIPPER.
I KNOW! I know full well what I am. Now will you stop? Who even are you?
Hm, don't recognize my voice? Don't recognize the voice of the person who killed your best friend?
Okay, get out of my head, Wilson.
Eh, fine, you've suffered enough. Nothing compared to what's gonna become of you when you return.
"...Small argument? Bibs was sleeping when I went to check on them, it must have been more than that- Not now, kiddo, Daddy's not around you! Go say hi to Dad if you want something- Sorry. Kids, am I right? Ben, the runt of the litter, he really likes having me around. Only a few hours old and already super rambunctious. Heh, kinda reminds me of myself." Olli stopped for a moment. "Sorry, still kinda caught up in the whole 'Father' thing. Anyway, what really happened? Actually, hold that thought, let me get you a healing potion and then we can talk about it." He disappeared for a moment, and a bit of commotion could be heard with Olli trying to get around all the kittens.
"...Yes, I know Tucker, I know you want to go back there, but you can't. You look hungry, why not get some milk from Dad? Oreo seems a bit lonely, go say hi to him! ...Alright, I'm back." He set the potion next to Phil and uncorked it for him. "So, what's going on?"
“Uh, bird instincts happened when Bibs told me to come here, then i accidentally dropped one of the healing potions and she got mad…I guess? Spoke in this language I don’t understand.” He looked around.
"Ah... I think I know what you're talking about. Let me see if I can explain." He took a small amount of the ink from himself, revealing a sleek cream-colored fur coat. The ink was placed in front of the two of them as a thin rectangular film, and an image slowly appeared as it moved around.
"When Bibs and I met, nothing like this ever happened. Actually, it couldn't. Until Wilson showed himself. Bendy explained to us that Bibs had this special kind of ink- The white ink they used on you to repair your injured wing- and he wanted to used it to infiltrate every single universe and modify them as he saw fit.
"Now, none of us were gonna give it up willingly, of course, and so we fought. Before that, though, Bendy showed Bibs a pre-made pentagram, and gave them just a random rune so they could get out of there, if things were getting tense.
"None of us had really any advantage- I could barely control my powers, Bibs was still really confused, and Bendy didn't really have a way to protect himself. And eventually..." Olli stopped for a moment, blinking out tears. "Wilson... g-got a hold of B-Bendy a-and... He... K-killed h-him.
"A-and then, Bibs and I r-ran off to the pentagram a-and opened up a p-portal to this world. B-but then Wilson managed to p-put a piece of h-himself in Bibs."
"A-anyway, sometimes that piece finds a moment of weakness, and... h-he takes control. It's not Bibs' fault. Wilson knows full well how to make things worse than they already are." Olli put away the ink, going back to full black. He looked up at Phil. "Any questions?"
"Not your fault. Wilson is Wilson, and no one can change that except him." Olli pawed at the wing joint, which had grabbed his attention for whatever reason.
Olli smiles as best he can (can cats even smile?) and motions for Phil to follow him as he dives down into the entrance, popping up on the other side and shaking the water off his fur.
The cabin, though small, seemed fit for Bibs and Olli while they stayed here. There was Bibs' workstation on the left, a black couch on the right with a Soul Campfire beside it (though the light was blocked by tinted glass), and in front of them a door leading out to a garden behind. Bibs was sitting silently on the couch, wings thoroughly spiked (their equivalent to fluffed up). They munched on a piece of bread as Snowball, a white cat, laid on them as a couple of the kittens, a tuxedo Tom and a white She-kit with black speckles.
A very small black kitten, with a white symbol similar to a horned creature on his chest, crawled over to Olli, mewling excitedly at the presence is smell. Olli sat down next to him as two other cats, a black Tom and white She-kit, awoke from the commotion.
Bibs' attention veered over to Phil again, and they patted the couch, gesturing for him to sit next to them and the family of cats.
"Sorry about my... outburst earlier. Wilson is an absolute asshole. Possesses me, makes me act narcissistic, breaks my stuff, just to drive me insane so I'll give him the white ink. I mean, I get it, it's insanely powerful stuff, but it's gotten worse lately."
was listening to the radio in the car and all of a sudden i hear "tom simons, aka tommyinnit (something something) billionaire tour" my boy's made it he's on my radio fucking finally
A giant crow sat in the middle of the valley, looking around curiously, very fluffy bird.
Bibs and Olli, who were out finding ingredients as usual, were just heading back to their cabin, were walking through the area, and heard the rustling. Olli bounded over to it, with Bibs following behind, and looked around Just before giving up, Bibs spotted the big beady eyes.
"Holy shit, that's a huge crow!" They exclaimed, which grabbed Olli's attention as he swung around. "A huge and fluffy crow. And it smells... familiar. I can't quite put my paw on it."
Suddenly, a loud meow pierced through the cold air, and Olli turned around quickly.
"That's Snowball! MY KITS!! SNOWBALL IS KITTING!!!"
"Uh oh- you'd better get over to the village, fast. Here- take a stick, these numbing potions, and-" Bibs quickly splashed a speed potion on him. "There. Now go, I'll meet up with you in a few minutes."
Olli nodded and sprinted off. Bibs then turned to Phil. "Do you think you can help me carry some stuff? We're gonna need to get a lot of things and I want to make as few trips as possible."
Bibs landed gracefully in the snow, then dove down into the new water entrance (to keep the cabin as clear of natural air as possible, for multiple brewing reasons). They filled up their inventory with a bunch of carpet and some potions plus a few more sticks, then came back up and dropped them next Phil. "Take these and fly north to the nearest village. I'll be with you after I brew up just a few more potions. In the mean time, make sure Snowball is as comfortable as possible." Without another word, they dove back into the cabin.
Phil nodded, taking the items, flying off, he managed to get a couple of ways over, okay- which way did they say to go again-
Phil got distracted not even 5 minutes later, flying south instead of north- and getting distracted by shiny rocks in a forest- needless to say he ain’t going in the right direction. And it will take awhile, hell Bibs could probably beat him to the area.
Bibs finished up the brewing quicker than expected, and had plenty of varying potions at the ready. They brought along some extra materials that they gave Phil, and set off to the the village.
Arriving, they could see Olli right next to the white cat, who was breathing heavily and biting on the stick. The thing the caught their eye, though, is that Phil wasn't there, and there was no trace of him.
"Olli, where's Phil?"
"I haven't seen him, why?"
"...He has some crucial stuff. God dammit." They prepped a small bed of carpet for Snowball and gently lifted him in. Then they turned to Olli again. "Have you given him the numbing potions?"
"Mhm."
"Good. Here's a few more, a strength and a resistance, and- fuuuuuck. Phil has the healing. Alright, take this walkie-talkie and let me know if you see one coming. I'll be back soon. Snowball, hang in there. You're doing great. Just keep pushing, and don't worry if you see any ink. That's a good sign."
"Mrrow..."
"Alright, you two stay put. I'm gonna find Phil." And with that, they took off again in search of Phil.
Phil nodded, trying to grab the potions in question, they slipped through Phil’s beak and then fell to the ground, shattering, stepping back a bit to place the other items down.
Bibs looked up at Phil, tears nearly running down their face, and they immediately saw Phil's expression and got up. "Wait no, Phil, it wasn't you, I'm sorry-"
"PHIL!" Bibs cried after him, then sighed. They wished they could go after him- but in their mind Olli's kits were more important at the moment. It's fine, it's your fault anyway, you're dangerous, you lash out at least twice a week-
"...Bibs? You copy?"
"Wh- Olli? Is everything alright?"
"Everything is smooth so far, but I saw one coming and so I called you."
"Thanks. I'll be there soon, um... Some stuff happened."
"Alright, we're trying our best. See you soon."
Bibs put away the walkie and flew back to the cabin, trying to ignore the thoughts in their head.
~~~
Overlapping, high-pitched mews filled the cabin above, the five newborns still figuring out what the world is. Bibs sat on their bed in the underground bunker below, head spiraling.
Dangerous.
Worthless.
Unkind.
Evil.
SHUT UP.
GUILT TRIPPER.
I KNOW! I know full well what I am. Now will you stop? Who even are you?
Hm, don't recognize my voice? Don't recognize the voice of the person who killed your best friend?
Okay, get out of my head, Wilson.
Eh, fine, you've suffered enough. Nothing compared to what's gonna become of you when you return.
"...Small argument? Bibs was sleeping when I went to check on them, it must have been more than that- Not now, kiddo, Daddy's not around you! Go say hi to Dad if you want something- Sorry. Kids, am I right? Ben, the runt of the litter, he really likes having me around. Only a few hours old and already super rambunctious. Heh, kinda reminds me of myself." Olli stopped for a moment. "Sorry, still kinda caught up in the whole 'Father' thing. Anyway, what really happened? Actually, hold that thought, let me get you a healing potion and then we can talk about it." He disappeared for a moment, and a bit of commotion could be heard with Olli trying to get around all the kittens.
"...Yes, I know Tucker, I know you want to go back there, but you can't. You look hungry, why not get some milk from Dad? Oreo seems a bit lonely, go say hi to him! ...Alright, I'm back." He set the potion next to Phil and uncorked it for him. "So, what's going on?"
“Uh, bird instincts happened when Bibs told me to come here, then i accidentally dropped one of the healing potions and she got mad…I guess? Spoke in this language I don’t understand.” He looked around.
"Ah... I think I know what you're talking about. Let me see if I can explain." He took a small amount of the ink from himself, revealing a sleek cream-colored fur coat. The ink was placed in front of the two of them as a thin rectangular film, and an image slowly appeared as it moved around.
"When Bibs and I met, nothing like this ever happened. Actually, it couldn't. Until Wilson showed himself. Bendy explained to us that Bibs had this special kind of ink- The white ink they used on you to repair your injured wing- and he wanted to used it to infiltrate every single universe and modify them as he saw fit.
"Now, none of us were gonna give it up willingly, of course, and so we fought. Before that, though, Bendy showed Bibs a pre-made pentagram, and gave them just a random rune so they could get out of there, if things were getting tense.
"None of us had really any advantage- I could barely control my powers, Bibs was still really confused, and Bendy didn't really have a way to protect himself. And eventually..." Olli stopped for a moment, blinking out tears. "Wilson... g-got a hold of B-Bendy a-and... He... K-killed h-him.
"A-and then, Bibs and I r-ran off to the pentagram a-and opened up a p-portal to this world. B-but then Wilson managed to p-put a piece of h-himself in Bibs."
"A-anyway, sometimes that piece finds a moment of weakness, and... h-he takes control. It's not Bibs' fault. Wilson knows full well how to make things worse than they already are." Olli put away the ink, going back to full black. He looked up at Phil. "Any questions?"
"Not your fault. Wilson is Wilson, and no one can change that except him." Olli pawed at the wing joint, which had grabbed his attention for whatever reason.
Olli smiles as best he can (can cats even smile?) and motions for Phil to follow him as he dives down into the entrance, popping up on the other side and shaking the water off his fur.
The cabin, though small, seemed fit for Bibs and Olli while they stayed here. There was Bibs' workstation on the left, a black couch on the right with a Soul Campfire beside it (though the light was blocked by tinted glass), and in front of them a door leading out to a garden behind. Bibs was sitting silently on the couch, wings thoroughly spiked (their equivalent to fluffed up). They munched on a piece of bread as Snowball, a white cat, laid on them as a couple of the kittens, a tuxedo Tom and a white She-kit with black speckles.
A very small black kitten, with a white symbol similar to a horned creature on his chest, crawled over to Olli, mewling excitedly at the presence is smell. Olli sat down next to him as two other cats, a black Tom and white She-kit, awoke from the commotion.
Bibs' attention veered over to Phil again, and they patted the couch, gesturing for him to sit next to them and the family of cats.
"Sorry about my... outburst earlier. Wilson is an absolute asshole. Possesses me, makes me act narcissistic, breaks my stuff, just to drive me insane so I'll give him the white ink. I mean, I get it, it's insanely powerful stuff, but it's gotten worse lately."
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A giant crow sat in the middle of the valley, looking around curiously, very fluffy bird.
Bibs and Olli, who were out finding ingredients as usual, were just heading back to their cabin, were walking through the area, and heard the rustling. Olli bounded over to it, with Bibs following behind, and looked around Just before giving up, Bibs spotted the big beady eyes.
"Holy shit, that's a huge crow!" They exclaimed, which grabbed Olli's attention as he swung around. "A huge and fluffy crow. And it smells... familiar. I can't quite put my paw on it."
Suddenly, a loud meow pierced through the cold air, and Olli turned around quickly.
"That's Snowball! MY KITS!! SNOWBALL IS KITTING!!!"
"Uh oh- you'd better get over to the village, fast. Here- take a stick, these numbing potions, and-" Bibs quickly splashed a speed potion on him. "There. Now go, I'll meet up with you in a few minutes."
Olli nodded and sprinted off. Bibs then turned to Phil. "Do you think you can help me carry some stuff? We're gonna need to get a lot of things and I want to make as few trips as possible."
Bibs landed gracefully in the snow, then dove down into the new water entrance (to keep the cabin as clear of natural air as possible, for multiple brewing reasons). They filled up their inventory with a bunch of carpet and some potions plus a few more sticks, then came back up and dropped them next Phil. "Take these and fly north to the nearest village. I'll be with you after I brew up just a few more potions. In the mean time, make sure Snowball is as comfortable as possible." Without another word, they dove back into the cabin.
Phil nodded, taking the items, flying off, he managed to get a couple of ways over, okay- which way did they say to go again-
Phil got distracted not even 5 minutes later, flying south instead of north- and getting distracted by shiny rocks in a forest- needless to say he ain’t going in the right direction. And it will take awhile, hell Bibs could probably beat him to the area.
Bibs finished up the brewing quicker than expected, and had plenty of varying potions at the ready. They brought along some extra materials that they gave Phil, and set off to the the village.
Arriving, they could see Olli right next to the white cat, who was breathing heavily and biting on the stick. The thing the caught their eye, though, is that Phil wasn't there, and there was no trace of him.
"Olli, where's Phil?"
"I haven't seen him, why?"
"...He has some crucial stuff. God dammit." They prepped a small bed of carpet for Snowball and gently lifted him in. Then they turned to Olli again. "Have you given him the numbing potions?"
"Mhm."
"Good. Here's a few more, a strength and a resistance, and- fuuuuuck. Phil has the healing. Alright, take this walkie-talkie and let me know if you see one coming. I'll be back soon. Snowball, hang in there. You're doing great. Just keep pushing, and don't worry if you see any ink. That's a good sign."
"Mrrow..."
"Alright, you two stay put. I'm gonna find Phil." And with that, they took off again in search of Phil.
Phil nodded, trying to grab the potions in question, they slipped through Phil’s beak and then fell to the ground, shattering, stepping back a bit to place the other items down.
Bibs looked up at Phil, tears nearly running down their face, and they immediately saw Phil's expression and got up. "Wait no, Phil, it wasn't you, I'm sorry-"
"PHIL!" Bibs cried after him, then sighed. They wished they could go after him- but in their mind Olli's kits were more important at the moment. It's fine, it's your fault anyway, you're dangerous, you lash out at least twice a week-
"...Bibs? You copy?"
"Wh- Olli? Is everything alright?"
"Everything is smooth so far, but I saw one coming and so I called you."
"Thanks. I'll be there soon, um... Some stuff happened."
"Alright, we're trying our best. See you soon."
Bibs put away the walkie and flew back to the cabin, trying to ignore the thoughts in their head.
~~~
Overlapping, high-pitched mews filled the cabin above, the five newborns still figuring out what the world is. Bibs sat on their bed in the underground bunker below, head spiraling.
Dangerous.
Worthless.
Unkind.
Evil.
SHUT UP.
GUILT TRIPPER.
I KNOW! I know full well what I am. Now will you stop? Who even are you?
Hm, don't recognize my voice? Don't recognize the voice of the person who killed your best friend?
Okay, get out of my head, Wilson.
Eh, fine, you've suffered enough. Nothing compared to what's gonna become of you when you return.
"...Small argument? Bibs was sleeping when I went to check on them, it must have been more than that- Not now, kiddo, Daddy's not around you! Go say hi to Dad if you want something- Sorry. Kids, am I right? Ben, the runt of the litter, he really likes having me around. Only a few hours old and already super rambunctious. Heh, kinda reminds me of myself." Olli stopped for a moment. "Sorry, still kinda caught up in the whole 'Father' thing. Anyway, what really happened? Actually, hold that thought, let me get you a healing potion and then we can talk about it." He disappeared for a moment, and a bit of commotion could be heard with Olli trying to get around all the kittens.
"...Yes, I know Tucker, I know you want to go back there, but you can't. You look hungry, why not get some milk from Dad? Oreo seems a bit lonely, go say hi to him! ...Alright, I'm back." He set the potion next to Phil and uncorked it for him. "So, what's going on?"
“Uh, bird instincts happened when Bibs told me to come here, then i accidentally dropped one of the healing potions and she got mad…I guess? Spoke in this language I don’t understand.” He looked around.
"Ah... I think I know what you're talking about. Let me see if I can explain." He took a small amount of the ink from himself, revealing a sleek cream-colored fur coat. The ink was placed in front of the two of them as a thin rectangular film, and an image slowly appeared as it moved around.
"When Bibs and I met, nothing like this ever happened. Actually, it couldn't. Until Wilson showed himself. Bendy explained to us that Bibs had this special kind of ink- The white ink they used on you to repair your injured wing- and he wanted to used it to infiltrate every single universe and modify them as he saw fit.
"Now, none of us were gonna give it up willingly, of course, and so we fought. Before that, though, Bendy showed Bibs a pre-made pentagram, and gave them just a random rune so they could get out of there, if things were getting tense.
"None of us had really any advantage- I could barely control my powers, Bibs was still really confused, and Bendy didn't really have a way to protect himself. And eventually..." Olli stopped for a moment, blinking out tears. "Wilson... g-got a hold of B-Bendy a-and... He... K-killed h-him.
"A-and then, Bibs and I r-ran off to the pentagram a-and opened up a p-portal to this world. B-but then Wilson managed to p-put a piece of h-himself in Bibs."
"A-anyway, sometimes that piece finds a moment of weakness, and... h-he takes control. It's not Bibs' fault. Wilson knows full well how to make things worse than they already are." Olli put away the ink, going back to full black. He looked up at Phil. "Any questions?"
"Not your fault. Wilson is Wilson, and no one can change that except him." Olli pawed at the wing joint, which had grabbed his attention for whatever reason.
Olli smiles as best he can (can cats even smile?) and motions for Phil to follow him as he dives down into the entrance, popping up on the other side and shaking the water off his fur.
The cabin, though small, seemed fit for Bibs and Olli while they stayed here. There was Bibs' workstation on the left, a black couch on the right with a Soul Campfire beside it (though the light was blocked by tinted glass), and in front of them a door leading out to a garden behind. Bibs was sitting silently on the couch, wings thoroughly spiked (their equivalent to fluffed up). They munched on a piece of bread as Snowball, a white cat, laid on them as a couple of the kittens, a tuxedo Tom and a white She-kit with black speckles.
A very small black kitten, with a white symbol similar to a horned creature on his chest, crawled over to Olli, mewling excitedly at the presence is smell. Olli sat down next to him as two other cats, a black Tom and white She-kit, awoke from the commotion.
Bibs' attention veered over to Phil again, and they patted the couch, gesturing for him to sit next to them and the family of cats.
"Sorry about my... outburst earlier. Wilson is an absolute asshole. Possesses me, makes me act narcissistic, breaks my stuff, just to drive me insane so I'll give him the white ink. I mean, I get it, it's insanely powerful stuff, but it's gotten worse lately."
A giant crow sat in the middle of the valley, looking around curiously, very fluffy bird.
Bibs and Olli, who were out finding ingredients as usual, were just heading back to their cabin, were walking through the area, and heard the rustling. Olli bounded over to it, with Bibs following behind, and looked around Just before giving up, Bibs spotted the big beady eyes.
"Holy shit, that's a huge crow!" They exclaimed, which grabbed Olli's attention as he swung around. "A huge and fluffy crow. And it smells... familiar. I can't quite put my paw on it."
Suddenly, a loud meow pierced through the cold air, and Olli turned around quickly.
"That's Snowball! MY KITS!! SNOWBALL IS KITTING!!!"
"Uh oh- you'd better get over to the village, fast. Here- take a stick, these numbing potions, and-" Bibs quickly splashed a speed potion on him. "There. Now go, I'll meet up with you in a few minutes."
Olli nodded and sprinted off. Bibs then turned to Phil. "Do you think you can help me carry some stuff? We're gonna need to get a lot of things and I want to make as few trips as possible."
Bibs landed gracefully in the snow, then dove down into the new water entrance (to keep the cabin as clear of natural air as possible, for multiple brewing reasons). They filled up their inventory with a bunch of carpet and some potions plus a few more sticks, then came back up and dropped them next Phil. "Take these and fly north to the nearest village. I'll be with you after I brew up just a few more potions. In the mean time, make sure Snowball is as comfortable as possible." Without another word, they dove back into the cabin.
Phil nodded, taking the items, flying off, he managed to get a couple of ways over, okay- which way did they say to go again-
Phil got distracted not even 5 minutes later, flying south instead of north- and getting distracted by shiny rocks in a forest- needless to say he ain’t going in the right direction. And it will take awhile, hell Bibs could probably beat him to the area.
Bibs finished up the brewing quicker than expected, and had plenty of varying potions at the ready. They brought along some extra materials that they gave Phil, and set off to the the village.
Arriving, they could see Olli right next to the white cat, who was breathing heavily and biting on the stick. The thing the caught their eye, though, is that Phil wasn't there, and there was no trace of him.
"Olli, where's Phil?"
"I haven't seen him, why?"
"...He has some crucial stuff. God dammit." They prepped a small bed of carpet for Snowball and gently lifted him in. Then they turned to Olli again. "Have you given him the numbing potions?"
"Mhm."
"Good. Here's a few more, a strength and a resistance, and- fuuuuuck. Phil has the healing. Alright, take this walkie-talkie and let me know if you see one coming. I'll be back soon. Snowball, hang in there. You're doing great. Just keep pushing, and don't worry if you see any ink. That's a good sign."
"Mrrow..."
"Alright, you two stay put. I'm gonna find Phil." And with that, they took off again in search of Phil.
Phil nodded, trying to grab the potions in question, they slipped through Phil’s beak and then fell to the ground, shattering, stepping back a bit to place the other items down.
Bibs looked up at Phil, tears nearly running down their face, and they immediately saw Phil's expression and got up. "Wait no, Phil, it wasn't you, I'm sorry-"
"PHIL!" Bibs cried after him, then sighed. They wished they could go after him- but in their mind Olli's kits were more important at the moment. It's fine, it's your fault anyway, you're dangerous, you lash out at least twice a week-
"...Bibs? You copy?"
"Wh- Olli? Is everything alright?"
"Everything is smooth so far, but I saw one coming and so I called you."
"Thanks. I'll be there soon, um... Some stuff happened."
"Alright, we're trying our best. See you soon."
Bibs put away the walkie and flew back to the cabin, trying to ignore the thoughts in their head.
~~~
Overlapping, high-pitched mews filled the cabin above, the five newborns still figuring out what the world is. Bibs sat on their bed in the underground bunker below, head spiraling.
Dangerous.
Worthless.
Unkind.
Evil.
SHUT UP.
GUILT TRIPPER.
I KNOW! I know full well what I am. Now will you stop? Who even are you?
Hm, don't recognize my voice? Don't recognize the voice of the person who killed your best friend?
Okay, get out of my head, Wilson.
Eh, fine, you've suffered enough. Nothing compared to what's gonna become of you when you return.
"...Small argument? Bibs was sleeping when I went to check on them, it must have been more than that- Not now, kiddo, Daddy's not around you! Go say hi to Dad if you want something- Sorry. Kids, am I right? Ben, the runt of the litter, he really likes having me around. Only a few hours old and already super rambunctious. Heh, kinda reminds me of myself." Olli stopped for a moment. "Sorry, still kinda caught up in the whole 'Father' thing. Anyway, what really happened? Actually, hold that thought, let me get you a healing potion and then we can talk about it." He disappeared for a moment, and a bit of commotion could be heard with Olli trying to get around all the kittens.
"...Yes, I know Tucker, I know you want to go back there, but you can't. You look hungry, why not get some milk from Dad? Oreo seems a bit lonely, go say hi to him! ...Alright, I'm back." He set the potion next to Phil and uncorked it for him. "So, what's going on?"
“Uh, bird instincts happened when Bibs told me to come here, then i accidentally dropped one of the healing potions and she got mad…I guess? Spoke in this language I don’t understand.” He looked around.
"Ah... I think I know what you're talking about. Let me see if I can explain." He took a small amount of the ink from himself, revealing a sleek cream-colored fur coat. The ink was placed in front of the two of them as a thin rectangular film, and an image slowly appeared as it moved around.
"When Bibs and I met, nothing like this ever happened. Actually, it couldn't. Until Wilson showed himself. Bendy explained to us that Bibs had this special kind of ink- The white ink they used on you to repair your injured wing- and he wanted to used it to infiltrate every single universe and modify them as he saw fit.
"Now, none of us were gonna give it up willingly, of course, and so we fought. Before that, though, Bendy showed Bibs a pre-made pentagram, and gave them just a random rune so they could get out of there, if things were getting tense.
"None of us had really any advantage- I could barely control my powers, Bibs was still really confused, and Bendy didn't really have a way to protect himself. And eventually..." Olli stopped for a moment, blinking out tears. "Wilson... g-got a hold of B-Bendy a-and... He... K-killed h-him.
"A-and then, Bibs and I r-ran off to the pentagram a-and opened up a p-portal to this world. B-but then Wilson managed to p-put a piece of h-himself in Bibs."
"A-anyway, sometimes that piece finds a moment of weakness, and... h-he takes control. It's not Bibs' fault. Wilson knows full well how to make things worse than they already are." Olli put away the ink, going back to full black. He looked up at Phil. "Any questions?"
"Not your fault. Wilson is Wilson, and no one can change that except him." Olli pawed at the wing joint, which had grabbed his attention for whatever reason.
Olli smiles as best he can (can cats even smile?) and motions for Phil to follow him as he dives down into the entrance, popping up on the other side and shaking the water off his fur.
The cabin, though small, seemed fit for Bibs and Olli while they stayed here. There was Bibs' workstation on the left, a black couch on the right with a Soul Campfire beside it (though the light was blocked by tinted glass), and in front of them a door leading out to a garden behind. Bibs was sitting silently on the couch, wings thoroughly spiked (their equivalent to fluffed up). They munched on a piece of bread as Snowball, a white cat, laid on them as a couple of the kittens, a tuxedo Tom and a white She-kit with black speckles.
A very small black kitten, with a white symbol similar to a horned creature on his chest, crawled over to Olli, mewling excitedly at the presence is smell. Olli sat down next to him as two other cats, a black Tom and white She-kit, awoke from the commotion.
A giant crow sat in the middle of the valley, looking around curiously, very fluffy bird.
Bibs and Olli, who were out finding ingredients as usual, were just heading back to their cabin, were walking through the area, and heard the rustling. Olli bounded over to it, with Bibs following behind, and looked around Just before giving up, Bibs spotted the big beady eyes.
"Holy shit, that's a huge crow!" They exclaimed, which grabbed Olli's attention as he swung around. "A huge and fluffy crow. And it smells... familiar. I can't quite put my paw on it."
Suddenly, a loud meow pierced through the cold air, and Olli turned around quickly.
"That's Snowball! MY KITS!! SNOWBALL IS KITTING!!!"
"Uh oh- you'd better get over to the village, fast. Here- take a stick, these numbing potions, and-" Bibs quickly splashed a speed potion on him. "There. Now go, I'll meet up with you in a few minutes."
Olli nodded and sprinted off. Bibs then turned to Phil. "Do you think you can help me carry some stuff? We're gonna need to get a lot of things and I want to make as few trips as possible."
Bibs landed gracefully in the snow, then dove down into the new water entrance (to keep the cabin as clear of natural air as possible, for multiple brewing reasons). They filled up their inventory with a bunch of carpet and some potions plus a few more sticks, then came back up and dropped them next Phil. "Take these and fly north to the nearest village. I'll be with you after I brew up just a few more potions. In the mean time, make sure Snowball is as comfortable as possible." Without another word, they dove back into the cabin.
Phil nodded, taking the items, flying off, he managed to get a couple of ways over, okay- which way did they say to go again-
Phil got distracted not even 5 minutes later, flying south instead of north- and getting distracted by shiny rocks in a forest- needless to say he ain’t going in the right direction. And it will take awhile, hell Bibs could probably beat him to the area.
Bibs finished up the brewing quicker than expected, and had plenty of varying potions at the ready. They brought along some extra materials that they gave Phil, and set off to the the village.
Arriving, they could see Olli right next to the white cat, who was breathing heavily and biting on the stick. The thing the caught their eye, though, is that Phil wasn't there, and there was no trace of him.
"Olli, where's Phil?"
"I haven't seen him, why?"
"...He has some crucial stuff. God dammit." They prepped a small bed of carpet for Snowball and gently lifted him in. Then they turned to Olli again. "Have you given him the numbing potions?"
"Mhm."
"Good. Here's a few more, a strength and a resistance, and- fuuuuuck. Phil has the healing. Alright, take this walkie-talkie and let me know if you see one coming. I'll be back soon. Snowball, hang in there. You're doing great. Just keep pushing, and don't worry if you see any ink. That's a good sign."
"Mrrow..."
"Alright, you two stay put. I'm gonna find Phil." And with that, they took off again in search of Phil.
Phil nodded, trying to grab the potions in question, they slipped through Phil’s beak and then fell to the ground, shattering, stepping back a bit to place the other items down.
Bibs looked up at Phil, tears nearly running down their face, and they immediately saw Phil's expression and got up. "Wait no, Phil, it wasn't you, I'm sorry-"
"PHIL!" Bibs cried after him, then sighed. They wished they could go after him- but in their mind Olli's kits were more important at the moment. It's fine, it's your fault anyway, you're dangerous, you lash out at least twice a week-
"...Bibs? You copy?"
"Wh- Olli? Is everything alright?"
"Everything is smooth so far, but I saw one coming and so I called you."
"Thanks. I'll be there soon, um... Some stuff happened."
"Alright, we're trying our best. See you soon."
Bibs put away the walkie and flew back to the cabin, trying to ignore the thoughts in their head.
~~~
Overlapping, high-pitched mews filled the cabin above, the five newborns still figuring out what the world is. Bibs sat on their bed in the underground bunker below, head spiraling.
Dangerous.
Worthless.
Unkind.
Evil.
SHUT UP.
GUILT TRIPPER.
I KNOW! I know full well what I am. Now will you stop? Who even are you?
Hm, don't recognize my voice? Don't recognize the voice of the person who killed your best friend?
Okay, get out of my head, Wilson.
Eh, fine, you've suffered enough. Nothing compared to what's gonna become of you when you return.
"...Small argument? Bibs was sleeping when I went to check on them, it must have been more than that- Not now, kiddo, Daddy's not around you! Go say hi to Dad if you want something- Sorry. Kids, am I right? Ben, the runt of the litter, he really likes having me around. Only a few hours old and already super rambunctious. Heh, kinda reminds me of myself." Olli stopped for a moment. "Sorry, still kinda caught up in the whole 'Father' thing. Anyway, what really happened? Actually, hold that thought, let me get you a healing potion and then we can talk about it." He disappeared for a moment, and a bit of commotion could be heard with Olli trying to get around all the kittens.
"...Yes, I know Tucker, I know you want to go back there, but you can't. You look hungry, why not get some milk from Dad? Oreo seems a bit lonely, go say hi to him! ...Alright, I'm back." He set the potion next to Phil and uncorked it for him. "So, what's going on?"
“Uh, bird instincts happened when Bibs told me to come here, then i accidentally dropped one of the healing potions and she got mad…I guess? Spoke in this language I don’t understand.” He looked around.
"Ah... I think I know what you're talking about. Let me see if I can explain." He took a small amount of the ink from himself, revealing a sleek cream-colored fur coat. The ink was placed in front of the two of them as a thin rectangular film, and an image slowly appeared as it moved around.
"When Bibs and I met, nothing like this ever happened. Actually, it couldn't. Until Wilson showed himself. Bendy explained to us that Bibs had this special kind of ink- The white ink they used on you to repair your injured wing- and he wanted to used it to infiltrate every single universe and modify them as he saw fit.
"Now, none of us were gonna give it up willingly, of course, and so we fought. Before that, though, Bendy showed Bibs a pre-made pentagram, and gave them just a random rune so they could get out of there, if things were getting tense.
"None of us had really any advantage- I could barely control my powers, Bibs was still really confused, and Bendy didn't really have a way to protect himself. And eventually..." Olli stopped for a moment, blinking out tears. "Wilson... g-got a hold of B-Bendy a-and... He... K-killed h-him.
"A-and then, Bibs and I r-ran off to the pentagram a-and opened up a p-portal to this world. B-but then Wilson managed to p-put a piece of h-himself in Bibs."
"A-anyway, sometimes that piece finds a moment of weakness, and... h-he takes control. It's not Bibs' fault. Wilson knows full well how to make things worse than they already are." Olli put away the ink, going back to full black. He looked up at Phil. "Any questions?"
"Not your fault. Wilson is Wilson, and no one can change that except him." Olli pawed at the wing joint, which had grabbed his attention for whatever reason.
Olli smiles as best he can (can cats even smile?) and motions for Phil to follow him as he dives down into the entrance, popping up on the other side and shaking the water off his fur.
The cabin, though small, seemed fit for Bibs and Olli while they stayed here. There was Bibs' workstation on the left, a black couch on the right with a Soul Campfire beside it (though the light was blocked by tinted glass), and in front of them a door leading out to a garden behind. Bibs was sitting silently on the couch, wings thoroughly spiked (their equivalent to fluffed up). They munched on a piece of bread as Snowball, a white cat, laid on them as a couple of the kittens, a tuxedo Tom and a white She-kit with black speckles.
A very small black kitten, with a white symbol similar to a horned creature on his chest, crawled over to Olli, mewling excitedly at the presence is smell. Olli sat down next to him as two other cats, a black Tom and white She-kit, awoke from the commotion.
A giant crow sat in the middle of the valley, looking around curiously, very fluffy bird.
Bibs and Olli, who were out finding ingredients as usual, were just heading back to their cabin, were walking through the area, and heard the rustling. Olli bounded over to it, with Bibs following behind, and looked around Just before giving up, Bibs spotted the big beady eyes.
"Holy shit, that's a huge crow!" They exclaimed, which grabbed Olli's attention as he swung around. "A huge and fluffy crow. And it smells... familiar. I can't quite put my paw on it."
Suddenly, a loud meow pierced through the cold air, and Olli turned around quickly.
"That's Snowball! MY KITS!! SNOWBALL IS KITTING!!!"
"Uh oh- you'd better get over to the village, fast. Here- take a stick, these numbing potions, and-" Bibs quickly splashed a speed potion on him. "There. Now go, I'll meet up with you in a few minutes."
Olli nodded and sprinted off. Bibs then turned to Phil. "Do you think you can help me carry some stuff? We're gonna need to get a lot of things and I want to make as few trips as possible."
Bibs landed gracefully in the snow, then dove down into the new water entrance (to keep the cabin as clear of natural air as possible, for multiple brewing reasons). They filled up their inventory with a bunch of carpet and some potions plus a few more sticks, then came back up and dropped them next Phil. "Take these and fly north to the nearest village. I'll be with you after I brew up just a few more potions. In the mean time, make sure Snowball is as comfortable as possible." Without another word, they dove back into the cabin.
Phil nodded, taking the items, flying off, he managed to get a couple of ways over, okay- which way did they say to go again-
Phil got distracted not even 5 minutes later, flying south instead of north- and getting distracted by shiny rocks in a forest- needless to say he ain’t going in the right direction. And it will take awhile, hell Bibs could probably beat him to the area.
Bibs finished up the brewing quicker than expected, and had plenty of varying potions at the ready. They brought along some extra materials that they gave Phil, and set off to the the village.
Arriving, they could see Olli right next to the white cat, who was breathing heavily and biting on the stick. The thing the caught their eye, though, is that Phil wasn't there, and there was no trace of him.
"Olli, where's Phil?"
"I haven't seen him, why?"
"...He has some crucial stuff. God dammit." They prepped a small bed of carpet for Snowball and gently lifted him in. Then they turned to Olli again. "Have you given him the numbing potions?"
"Mhm."
"Good. Here's a few more, a strength and a resistance, and- fuuuuuck. Phil has the healing. Alright, take this walkie-talkie and let me know if you see one coming. I'll be back soon. Snowball, hang in there. You're doing great. Just keep pushing, and don't worry if you see any ink. That's a good sign."
"Mrrow..."
"Alright, you two stay put. I'm gonna find Phil." And with that, they took off again in search of Phil.
Phil nodded, trying to grab the potions in question, they slipped through Phil’s beak and then fell to the ground, shattering, stepping back a bit to place the other items down.
Bibs looked up at Phil, tears nearly running down their face, and they immediately saw Phil's expression and got up. "Wait no, Phil, it wasn't you, I'm sorry-"
"PHIL!" Bibs cried after him, then sighed. They wished they could go after him- but in their mind Olli's kits were more important at the moment. It's fine, it's your fault anyway, you're dangerous, you lash out at least twice a week-
"...Bibs? You copy?"
"Wh- Olli? Is everything alright?"
"Everything is smooth so far, but I saw one coming and so I called you."
"Thanks. I'll be there soon, um... Some stuff happened."
"Alright, we're trying our best. See you soon."
Bibs put away the walkie and flew back to the cabin, trying to ignore the thoughts in their head.
~~~
Overlapping, high-pitched mews filled the cabin above, the five newborns still figuring out what the world is. Bibs sat on their bed in the underground bunker below, head spiraling.
Dangerous.
Worthless.
Unkind.
Evil.
SHUT UP.
GUILT TRIPPER.
I KNOW! I know full well what I am. Now will you stop? Who even are you?
Hm, don't recognize my voice? Don't recognize the voice of the person who killed your best friend?
Okay, get out of my head, Wilson.
Eh, fine, you've suffered enough. Nothing compared to what's gonna become of you when you return.
"...Small argument? Bibs was sleeping when I went to check on them, it must have been more than that- Not now, kiddo, Daddy's not around you! Go say hi to Dad if you want something- Sorry. Kids, am I right? Ben, the runt of the litter, he really likes having me around. Only a few hours old and already super rambunctious. Heh, kinda reminds me of myself." Olli stopped for a moment. "Sorry, still kinda caught up in the whole 'Father' thing. Anyway, what really happened? Actually, hold that thought, let me get you a healing potion and then we can talk about it." He disappeared for a moment, and a bit of commotion could be heard with Olli trying to get around all the kittens.
"...Yes, I know Tucker, I know you want to go back there, but you can't. You look hungry, why not get some milk from Dad? Oreo seems a bit lonely, go say hi to him! ...Alright, I'm back." He set the potion next to Phil and uncorked it for him. "So, what's going on?"
“Uh, bird instincts happened when Bibs told me to come here, then i accidentally dropped one of the healing potions and she got mad…I guess? Spoke in this language I don’t understand.” He looked around.
"Ah... I think I know what you're talking about. Let me see if I can explain." He took a small amount of the ink from himself, revealing a sleek cream-colored fur coat. The ink was placed in front of the two of them as a thin rectangular film, and an image slowly appeared as it moved around.
"When Bibs and I met, nothing like this ever happened. Actually, it couldn't. Until Wilson showed himself. Bendy explained to us that Bibs had this special kind of ink- The white ink they used on you to repair your injured wing- and he wanted to used it to infiltrate every single universe and modify them as he saw fit.
"Now, none of us were gonna give it up willingly, of course, and so we fought. Before that, though, Bendy showed Bibs a pre-made pentagram, and gave them just a random rune so they could get out of there, if things were getting tense.
"None of us had really any advantage- I could barely control my powers, Bibs was still really confused, and Bendy didn't really have a way to protect himself. And eventually..." Olli stopped for a moment, blinking out tears. "Wilson... g-got a hold of B-Bendy a-and... He... K-killed h-him.
"A-and then, Bibs and I r-ran off to the pentagram a-and opened up a p-portal to this world. B-but then Wilson managed to p-put a piece of h-himself in Bibs."
"A-anyway, sometimes that piece finds a moment of weakness, and... h-he takes control. It's not Bibs' fault. Wilson knows full well how to make things worse than they already are." Olli put away the ink, going back to full black. He looked up at Phil. "Any questions?"
"Not your fault. Wilson is Wilson, and no one can change that except him." Olli pawed at the wing joint, which had grabbed his attention for whatever reason.
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Phil catched his breath as he leaned against the tree in a forest far away from L’manburg, the citizens calling and looking for him, he can’t let anyone in L’manburg see him like this, he wrapped his wings around himself, crying and shaking, he ran away from L’manburg, he was pathetic.
That’s all he was. Pathetic.
(New accoubt new rp lesgooo lmao) Eret had been looking for the avian for a while, they had ended up in a forest where they had doubted Phil was there, as it was so far away from L,manberg, but then again, it was well known if the older one didnt want to be found, he could get quite far, even without the wings, Thats when Eret heard a noise "Hello?"
“…Eret?…” Phil whimpered, hands shaking in the black feathers, one of his wings looked damaged, much shorter, a diamond sword was covered in dried blood, so was Phil’s hands, his son’s blood, burn marks on his sides and wings, he was trembling and shaking.
"Yeah, Thats me. Uh, Are you alright?" That was a stupid question, of course he wasnt alright, Look at the damage on his wings, not only that but he was a mess of tears and dried blood was everywhere, Not only that bit he just stabbed a man that was apparently his son (Eret couldnt recall Wilbur mentioning a father, not that the think about it the brunette never spoke on where him and Tommy came from)
"Looking around, A lot of commotion in L'manberg or Manberg to get technical. So I decided to look around, see the damage everywhere and such... L'manberg is ruined being honest" They spoke quietly
They nodded "I don't think there was anything anyone could do to stop it, I haven't been around much but he's hasn't been himself for a while now. He wasn't meant for this life. I don't think any of us are if you ask me" They spoke, keeping their tone quiet
Phil stayed quiet, whimpering slightly, his wings wrapped around himself, he wiped his eyes slightly. “…he asked me to kill him…I should’ve not…it’s my fault…”
"Wilbur was gonna die regardless, even if you weren't there, he would either figured out a way to do it himself or with as many people that were angry with him, someone else would've. Don't blame yourself, It was inevitable." They spoke, with the intent to comfort
"People get can get caught up in feelings. There was no helping Wilbur, He was far from gone off the rails. But that's the thing, After all that, People cope, and move on. They have there regrets but there's nothing they can do about it, Cope, and move on" Eret explained, Sitting down
Phil catched his breath as he leaned against the tree in a forest far away from L’manburg, the citizens calling and looking for him, he can’t let anyone in L’manburg see him like this, he wrapped his wings around himself, crying and shaking, he ran away from L’manburg, he was pathetic.
That’s all he was. Pathetic.
(New accoubt new rp lesgooo lmao) Eret had been looking for the avian for a while, they had ended up in a forest where they had doubted Phil was there, as it was so far away from L,manberg, but then again, it was well known if the older one didnt want to be found, he could get quite far, even without the wings, Thats when Eret heard a noise "Hello?"
“…Eret?…” Phil whimpered, hands shaking in the black feathers, one of his wings looked damaged, much shorter, a diamond sword was covered in dried blood, so was Phil’s hands, his son’s blood, burn marks on his sides and wings, he was trembling and shaking.
"Yeah, Thats me. Uh, Are you alright?" That was a stupid question, of course he wasnt alright, Look at the damage on his wings, not only that but he was a mess of tears and dried blood was everywhere, Not only that bit he just stabbed a man that was apparently his son (Eret couldnt recall Wilbur mentioning a father, not that the think about it the brunette never spoke on where him and Tommy came from)
"Looking around, A lot of commotion in L'manberg or Manberg to get technical. So I decided to look around, see the damage everywhere and such... L'manberg is ruined being honest" They spoke quietly
They nodded "I don't think there was anything anyone could do to stop it, I haven't been around much but he's hasn't been himself for a while now. He wasn't meant for this life. I don't think any of us are if you ask me" They spoke, keeping their tone quiet
Phil stayed quiet, whimpering slightly, his wings wrapped around himself, he wiped his eyes slightly. “…he asked me to kill him…I should’ve not…it’s my fault…”
"Wilbur was gonna die regardless, even if you weren't there, he would either figured out a way to do it himself or with as many people that were angry with him, someone else would've. Don't blame yourself, It was inevitable." They spoke, with the intent to comfort
"People get can get caught up in feelings. There was no helping Wilbur, He was far from gone off the rails. But that's the thing, After all that, People cope, and move on. They have there regrets but there's nothing they can do about it, Cope, and move on" Eret explained, Sitting down
Phil catched his breath as he leaned against the tree in a forest far away from L’manburg, the citizens calling and looking for him, he can’t let anyone in L’manburg see him like this, he wrapped his wings around himself, crying and shaking, he ran away from L’manburg, he was pathetic.
That’s all he was. Pathetic.
(New accoubt new rp lesgooo lmao) Eret had been looking for the avian for a while, they had ended up in a forest where they had doubted Phil was there, as it was so far away from L,manberg, but then again, it was well known if the older one didnt want to be found, he could get quite far, even without the wings, Thats when Eret heard a noise "Hello?"
“…Eret?…” Phil whimpered, hands shaking in the black feathers, one of his wings looked damaged, much shorter, a diamond sword was covered in dried blood, so was Phil’s hands, his son’s blood, burn marks on his sides and wings, he was trembling and shaking.
"Yeah, Thats me. Uh, Are you alright?" That was a stupid question, of course he wasnt alright, Look at the damage on his wings, not only that but he was a mess of tears and dried blood was everywhere, Not only that bit he just stabbed a man that was apparently his son (Eret couldnt recall Wilbur mentioning a father, not that the think about it the brunette never spoke on where him and Tommy came from)
"Looking around, A lot of commotion in L'manberg or Manberg to get technical. So I decided to look around, see the damage everywhere and such... L'manberg is ruined being honest" They spoke quietly
They nodded "I don't think there was anything anyone could do to stop it, I haven't been around much but he's hasn't been himself for a while now. He wasn't meant for this life. I don't think any of us are if you ask me" They spoke, keeping their tone quiet
Phil stayed quiet, whimpering slightly, his wings wrapped around himself, he wiped his eyes slightly. “…he asked me to kill him…I should’ve not…it’s my fault…”
"Wilbur was gonna die regardless, even if you weren't there, he would either figured out a way to do it himself or with as many people that were angry with him, someone else would've. Don't blame yourself, It was inevitable." They spoke, with the intent to comfort
"People get can get caught up in feelings. There was no helping Wilbur, He was far from gone off the rails. But that's the thing, After all that, People cope, and move on. They have there regrets but there's nothing they can do about it, Cope, and move on" Eret explained, Sitting down
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Phil catched his breath as he leaned against the tree in a forest far away from L’manburg, the citizens calling and looking for him, he can’t let anyone in L’manburg see him like this, he wrapped his wings around himself, crying and shaking, he ran away from L’manburg, he was pathetic.
That’s all he was. Pathetic.
(New accoubt new rp lesgooo lmao) Eret had been looking for the avian for a while, they had ended up in a forest where they had doubted Phil was there, as it was so far away from L,manberg, but then again, it was well known if the older one didnt want to be found, he could get quite far, even without the wings, Thats when Eret heard a noise "Hello?"
“…Eret?…” Phil whimpered, hands shaking in the black feathers, one of his wings looked damaged, much shorter, a diamond sword was covered in dried blood, so was Phil’s hands, his son’s blood, burn marks on his sides and wings, he was trembling and shaking.
"Yeah, Thats me. Uh, Are you alright?" That was a stupid question, of course he wasnt alright, Look at the damage on his wings, not only that but he was a mess of tears and dried blood was everywhere, Not only that bit he just stabbed a man that was apparently his son (Eret couldnt recall Wilbur mentioning a father, not that the think about it the brunette never spoke on where him and Tommy came from)
"Looking around, A lot of commotion in L'manberg or Manberg to get technical. So I decided to look around, see the damage everywhere and such... L'manberg is ruined being honest" They spoke quietly
They nodded "I don't think there was anything anyone could do to stop it, I haven't been around much but he's hasn't been himself for a while now. He wasn't meant for this life. I don't think any of us are if you ask me" They spoke, keeping their tone quiet
Phil stayed quiet, whimpering slightly, his wings wrapped around himself, he wiped his eyes slightly. “…he asked me to kill him…I should’ve not…it’s my fault…”
"Wilbur was gonna die regardless, even if you weren't there, he would either figured out a way to do it himself or with as many people that were angry with him, someone else would've. Don't blame yourself, It was inevitable." They spoke, with the intent to comfort
"People get can get caught up in feelings. There was no helping Wilbur, He was far from gone off the rails. But that's the thing, After all that, People cope, and move on. They have there regrets but there's nothing they can do about it, Cope, and move on" Eret explained, Sitting down
Phil catched his breath as he leaned against the tree in a forest far away from L’manburg, the citizens calling and looking for him, he can’t let anyone in L’manburg see him like this, he wrapped his wings around himself, crying and shaking, he ran away from L’manburg, he was pathetic.
That’s all he was. Pathetic.
(New accoubt new rp lesgooo lmao) Eret had been looking for the avian for a while, they had ended up in a forest where they had doubted Phil was there, as it was so far away from L,manberg, but then again, it was well known if the older one didnt want to be found, he could get quite far, even without the wings, Thats when Eret heard a noise "Hello?"
“…Eret?…” Phil whimpered, hands shaking in the black feathers, one of his wings looked damaged, much shorter, a diamond sword was covered in dried blood, so was Phil’s hands, his son’s blood, burn marks on his sides and wings, he was trembling and shaking.
"Yeah, Thats me. Uh, Are you alright?" That was a stupid question, of course he wasnt alright, Look at the damage on his wings, not only that but he was a mess of tears and dried blood was everywhere, Not only that bit he just stabbed a man that was apparently his son (Eret couldnt recall Wilbur mentioning a father, not that the think about it the brunette never spoke on where him and Tommy came from)
"Looking around, A lot of commotion in L'manberg or Manberg to get technical. So I decided to look around, see the damage everywhere and such... L'manberg is ruined being honest" They spoke quietly
They nodded "I don't think there was anything anyone could do to stop it, I haven't been around much but he's hasn't been himself for a while now. He wasn't meant for this life. I don't think any of us are if you ask me" They spoke, keeping their tone quiet
Phil stayed quiet, whimpering slightly, his wings wrapped around himself, he wiped his eyes slightly. “…he asked me to kill him…I should’ve not…it’s my fault…”
"Wilbur was gonna die regardless, even if you weren't there, he would either figured out a way to do it himself or with as many people that were angry with him, someone else would've. Don't blame yourself, It was inevitable." They spoke, with the intent to comfort
"People get can get caught up in feelings. There was no helping Wilbur, He was far from gone off the rails. But that's the thing, After all that, People cope, and move on. They have there regrets but there's nothing they can do about it, Cope, and move on" Eret explained, Sitting down
