#i think i blacked out writingthis

[chucklesandwitch]

Philza and His Favorites

summary: it was always clear phil had favorites. it wasn’t like he kept it a secret, either.

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a/n: sorry if the format is weird. the timeline may be a little mixed up, and i know i skipped some plotlines, but i wrote this from memory so i did my best. also, this is my first piece of writing that im posting! :D you can read it on ao3 here!

     It was always clear Phil had favorites. It wasn’t like he kept it a secret, either. Even before Tommy, Phil always favored one twin over the other. And when he found his third son, shoveling dirt into his mouth by the handfuls in his back yard, well, it’s obvious he wouldn't exactly be on top of the list. 

     Growing up, it became more and more blatant to Wilbur and Tommy that they would never be above Techno. Phil always took his side during arguments, always thought that Techno could do no wrong. Wilbur was fed up. Years and years of being pushed to the side in favor of his twin almost had him at his breaking point. And when Phil broke the news that he and Techno were leaving to start their own Arctic empire, without his two other children, that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Wilbur was screaming, begging, pleading for his dad to just pay a little bit of attention to him, and when he realized he would never get it from him, he packed his things, packed Tommy’s things, and together the two forgotten brothers ran as far away from their neglectful father as possible.

     They had been walking for days, taking refuge in small villages here and there, just waiting for their saving grace. Eventually, they found it. The Dream SMP. It was glorious. The ruler of the lands, Dream, had welcomed them with open arms and gave them a place to stay for as long as they wanted to. There, they met a plethora of people, including Fundy, Niki, Eret, George, and many other residents of the SMP. Not too long after they had gotten situated, Tommy met Tubbo. They had instantly clicked, and as an act of friendship, they found two discs that would always symbolize their friendship. 

     But the SMP wasn’t as perfect as it had once seemed. So, the two brothers alongside Tubbo, Fundy, Niki, and Eret had formed a new nation, L’Manburg. It was great! They ran a drug lab to keep the economy going, and even made some business partners. The boys had hardly forgotten about their dad, constantly wondering why they weren’t as important to him as Techno was. They pushed these thoughts to the back of their heads, gaining L’Manburg independence at the forefront of their minds. 

     In preparation for their first war of many to come, Tommy and Wilbur had become almost inseparable. They had built a nation with their own hands, together. And when Tommy offered up one of his lives in return for L’Manburg’s freedom, Wilbur’s heart almost broke on the spot.

     After winning L’Manburg its freedom, (If you could even call it winning), Wilbur felt as if it was unfair that he had just proclaimed himself president. In honor of true democracy, they decided to hold an election. Their party was the only one running, until one day someone from far away named Quackity, accompanied by George, wanted to put democracy to the test and created their own running party to rival Tommy and Wilbur’s, called SWAG2020. Suddenly, everyone seemed to have a burst of confidence after seeing Quackity challenge POG2020. All of the sudden, one running party had turned into four. POG2020, consisting of Tommy and Wilbur, SWAG2020, which included Quackity and George, COCONUT2020, comprised of Niki and Fundy, who had mainly run as a joke. And the last party, SCHLATT2020, a one-man party including someone that had been previously banned from the SMP. 

     So the election went on, and Wilbur never got too worried. He knew his people loved him, and he was confident that he would get their votes. Last minute, in an attempt to skew the votes, SWAG2020 and SCHLATT2020 elected to combine votes. And it worked. Leading SCHLATT2020 to victory with 46% of the vote. Immediately taking the stage, Schlatt was quick to revoke the citizenship of the brothers who had built the country he now ruled.

      The two of them were practically chased out of their L’Manburg, soon to be renamed Manburg. They found themselves in a ravine, both of them panicking and on the verge of tears. Tommy quickly sobered himself up, and declared that they would get their L’Manburg back, they just needed a little bit of help. So while the newly formed country was built in the bottom of a ravine, Tommy proposed the dreaded idea of calling his older brother. Wilbur was hesitant at first, but eventually was the one to give him the call as he knew it was for the best. When Technoblade showed up at the best possible time, they were elated! However, there was just a smidge of hope in the both of them that their father would accompany his favorite son. 

      Day after day, Wilbur was slowly going insane. Every day he wasn’t ruler of L’Manburg, he lost a bit of himself. He eventually had become so far gone, he believed that if he couldn’t have L’Manburg, then nobody could. He proposed his plan of blowing the place to smithereens to Tommy, who was immediately against it. Tommy just wanted his country back. He didn’t want it gone for good. Wilbur was persistent with this plan though, and recruited Dream to supply him with all the TNT he could ever ask for. He was just waiting for the opportunity to arise. And luckily for him, it came in the form of a festival. 

     The days leading up to the festival were some of Wilbur’s worst. He wasn’t himself, and everyone around him knew it. That didn’t stop them from helping him plant the TNT. The day of the festival, Tommy, Wilbur, and Tubbo had a hushed conversation on top of a building not far from the podium. Wilbur was having second thoughts about his plan, so he placed all of the weight on Tubbo. He told him to just say the word and he would detonate the explosives that would destroy the country he once ruled. And when Tubbo did say the line, Wilbur sprinted towards the button room, only to forget where it was. While Wilbur was away, Schlatt had put Tubbo in a cement box, accusing him of treason. With this, he called Technoblade up to the stage, ordering him to execute Tubbo. As he pulled the trigger on his rocket launcher, Techno looked back to his little brother, to see him on top of a building with a devastated look on his face. Techno didn’t seem to feel too guilty. He started slaughtering everyone around him. In the midst of Techno’s massacre, Tommy ran towards Wilbur, and before he could even get a word out, Wilbur was quick to tell him the TNT had been moved. 

     After the festival, a new war was declared. The Manburg v. Pogtopia war. They had finally won, they had gotten their L’Manburg back. As Wilbur stepped up to the mic, he suddenly turned on his heel and beckoned his younger brother and right-hand man to the stage. He handed L’Manburg to Tommy, and exited the stage. Tommy denied rulership of L’Manburg, stating he still had unfinished business to take care of and couldn’t rule L’manburg the way it should’ve been run, and so he handed the presidency to his best friend and partner in crime, Tubbo. While the presidency hot potato was going on, Wilbur was having an internal battle in the button room. He was reading the lyrics to My L’Manburg when he felt a presence behind him. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked over to see his father. His dad. He looked at him with tear-filled eyes, and detonated the TNT. He could feel the blast, feel the heat coming from behind him, washing over him in waves. 

     He looked over to see his dad’s shocked expression, and turned to face the chaos he had brought upon his L’Manburg. Seeing his younger brother’s expression is what finally did it. He took a step closer to Phil. He had seen the glimmering sword on his father’s back, and he knew what needed to happen.

      “Kill me, Dad. Please.”

      Phil couldn’t even look him in the eyes, he knew he had failed his son, and he knew that there was nothing ke could do about it now. So he unsheathed his sword, trying to ignore the feeling of taking away his son’s last life. Standing there, holding his son’s corpse, getting quickly covered in dirt and debris, he knew he had failed as a father. He dropped his son’s limp body to the ground and fled the scene, going back to the place he never should’ve escaped to in the first place. A little while later, his favorite son came home covered in blood, his clothes torn and crown slightly crooked on his head. Techno looked up at his father, only to see him also covered in blood. He quickly glanced over him and determined that it wasn’t his own blood. Before he could even utter the question, his dad shattered his world with one sentence. 

     “It’s Wil’s blood, Techno. He’s gone.”

      Techno swears he blacked out. His twin, his other half, was gone. The one person he should’ve been there for, he wasn’t. And now he was paying the price. Back at what was once L’Manburg, Tommy was lashing out. He didn’t know what to do without his older brother, didn’t know how to cope with the loss. So at first he went to Tubbo, only to realize Tubbo was too busy for him, he had presidential duties to attend to. With a heavy heart, Tommy leaves Tubbo’s office only to bump into someone new in town. Ranboo. Ranboo takes one glance at Tommy and knows he needs someone to talk to. However, Tommy doesn’t want to talk, he wants to wreak havoc on something, anything. He asks Ranboo for some help griefing George’s new vacation home, and Ranboo agrees almost instantly. Together they head to George’s newest property, wrecking the place, and starting a small fire that was completely accidental. It quickly gets out of hand, and before they know it George’s cottage has erupted into flames and suddenly they’re running. They arrive back to the partially rebuilt L’Manburg, and agree to ignore that it had ever happened, both of them happy to at least gained a new friend amidst all the chaos. 

       Meanwhile, Dream stumbles across George’s cottage in flames and immediately starts fuming. He knows exactly who did this, and he knows what he wants to happen to him. He storms into L’Manburg, and starts to silently place obsidian walls around the entire country. Tubbo and his cabinet rush out of the white house as soon as they notice what’s going on. Tubbo questions Dream, only to get a half coherent answer. All he managed to gather was that Tommy fucked up, and he needed to be put on trial for his actions. Once Tubbo finally got a cohesive answer from Dream, he was furious. He asked Tommy to do one thing for him, just one, and he couldn’t even do that. So he and Dream march to find Tommy, all while Fundy and Quackity try to talk Dream out of insisting exile. Tubbo is conflicted. He obviously doesn’t want to exile his best friend, but at the same time, what kind of leader would he be if he let criminals run free and let Dream build the walls?  During Tommy’s trial, Tubbo made the last minute decision to exile Tommy from the nation he once built. Dream forcefully escorted Tommy out of L’Manburg, but not before Tommy could spot the phantom of his favorite brother standing right in front of him. 

     Ghostbur insisted on coming on this “vacation” with Tommy, helping him establish Logsteadshire. Ghostbur didn’t stay long, and he only came to visit every so often. The only person to ever really visit Tommy, was Dream. The green man checked in on Tommy every day, making him put all of his belongings in a pit and blowing them up. The manipulation from Dream mixed with the lack of seeing his friends lead Tommy to the top of this pillar. While he peered down to what could be his doom, he had a sudden realization; Dream wasn’t his friend. He never was. Realizing this had put a pep back into his step, and he took off running, sprinting away from Logsted and never looking back. 

     He eventually came across what he could only assume was his oldest living brother’s home; the place he was abandoned by his father for: the Arctic empire. This was the last place he ever wanted to step foot into, but considering it was dark outside and he had been running for hours, he was just happy to get shelter, no matter where it was. He entered the home, and was immediately hit with the smell of his family. The nostalgia came crashing over him like a bunch of bricks. Taking another look around, he realized he was angry. What was so good about this place anyways? What did this place have that his childhood home didn’t? Was it him, was he what this place didn’t have? Shaking the thoughts from his head, he began rummaging through his brother’s chests. Finding lots of useful materials, and a few just for him, he began looking for a place to burrow for the time being. Settling on the underneath of the house, he got to work making his little hidey-hole. 

     He knew he couldn’t stay hidden forever. He just thought he would have more time than this. As Techno dragged him up the stairs by his ear, he profusely apologized. This was Techno’s first sign. Tommy never apologized. Forcefully sitting him down, he glared at his younger brother. 

     “Gapples. Now.” Techno demanded. 

      He expected a fight. He expected anything but this. As Tommy quickly emptied everything in his pockets all while still muttering apologies, Techno took a good hard look at his little brother. His clothes were torn, his eyebags were darker than Techno had ever seen them, and he looked like he hadn’t eaten in days. Techno decided then and there that he would help Tommy, so long as Tommy helped him.

      And so the brother’s teamed up. They mutually agreed to help each other get what they wanted. Techno agreed to help Tommy get his discs back as long as Tommy helped him commit (minor) terrorism in his old home. They made a plan, and they had it all worked out. Until Tommy came to his senses, and realized just what he agreed to. He backed out of the plans, apologizing to his older brother, moving to stand next to Tubbo. Techno nodded solemnly, and formed an alliance with Dream, Tommy’s number one tormentor, right in front of him. Making a quick getaway, Techno and Dream run back to the empire, planning their reign of terror over L’Manburg while Tommy takes on the leadership role and motivates everyone to fight against them tomorrow.

     Doomsday roles around, and Techno’s here earlier than promised. Phil is here too, Tommy realizes. That hurt him more than he’d like to admit. (He likes to tell himself he isn’t too affected by Phil, but even he knows that’s a lie). He looks above him to see a large obsidian grid, for which he isn’t sure what its purpose is.  Surrounding him is his older brother, spawning wither after wither, laughing maniacally as his hound army relentlessly attacks anyone nearby. Next to Techno is his dad. His father, helping his favorite son destroy what he and Wilbur had worked so hard for. He felt like crying. He didn’t think seeing Phil here, helping Techno decimate L’Manburg could hurt any more than being abandoned did. He was wrong. So, very wrong. Knowing that his dad was here, and actively fighting against him gave him the answers he had always known. He was never Phil’s favorite, he never would be. 

     He’s only snapped out of his haze by the sound of agony-filled screams. He looks around this nation, just to see TNT raining from the obsidian grid. Oh. That’s what that's for. He seems surprisingly calm about this.  His main priority is making sure Tubbo is safe, and once he’s assured that he is, he started going after Techno. When he finally catches up to him, he can only seem to think of one thing. Techno isn’t his brother anymore. 

     “Technoblade, for once in your life just listen to me!” Tommy pleads, but it does no good. Techno just laughs in his face, going on and on about how his intentions were clear, how he was against government, and how he knew this was coming. Tommy realizes then that Techno was never in it to help Tommy, he was never on their side. He was only helping them for his own personal gain. 

     “You’re selfish.” Is the only sentence Tommy can form. He can’t even stand to look at the person he used to call family. He runs to find Tubbo, meeting him on top of the obsidian grid. They share a look that says more than words ever could. Tommy starts,

     “We’ve gotta end it, Tubbo. You and me. Just like it’s always been. We have to kill Dream.” He and Tubbo agree. It started with them, and it’s going to end with them.

     Standing there, peering down at the crater that was once his saving grace, Tommy sees Phil and Techno, bouncing around, seemingly guilt free. Locking eyes with his unremorseful father, Tommy decides then that Phil isn’t his dad. He never was. Techno wasn’t his brother, and Phil was never his dad. 

#pls...... feedback #this was orginally just going to be a rant about dadza being a bad dad #oop #i think i blacked out writingthis #i started around 6? its almsot 11 now #this ones for u fruits #sleepy bois inc #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #technoblade #philza #tubbo #dream #theyre brothers your honor #atlas.content

[marlaluster]

The devil has been attacking pretty bad for a while now. .....

It was pressing that i was to be a less than kind of black person persona. It's been going crazy just repeatedly trying to press I'm supposed to think I'm ugly n be some persona that's a ugly person. It was pressing this monster feel. The devil messes w my memory. As I'm writing it's pressing I'm supposed to be some other weird persona, someone dumb. -- "I don't know how to tell what I did w that person," it said of someone that was to be the persona he was pressing onto me. It's pressing -- just got distracted, it's very irritating, what it's doing. It was pressing I was saying the person that it was pressing a persona of, which is someone I'm familiar w, it was pressing that i wanted the person to be fat n dumb n look like they were not okay, something like that. It was pressing that about that person who is of the sense of the persona it was pressing, n another person who is similar to the person. But the devil was attacking very bad. "Prostitution. Something I said recently," the devil said. "I am bringing it up because I don't know what to do. I must freaking go," the devil said. The devil is pressing lots of stuff. I don't get why it just brought up something of something it said a couple of days ago, it's very bad. I got distracted. I don't know what I meant here by "it's very bad." It is irritating that the devil was interrupting n trying to tell something to write. "You missed something. Do you want to know what you did. ....," the devil said. It's pressing some stuff. It's incredibly irritating, it's going crazy pressing stuff. It's pressing I'm dumb, I'm messing up or something. It's going crazy over that i said I didn't know what that one party [part] of the sentence saying "it's very bad." A break here. The devil was going crazy pressing agitation. It's pressing the bed is supposed to be messed up. A break here. It's just going crazy w pressing stuff. It takes my memory. "I have to stop doing whatever im doing right now. I am not okay. You are less right. I don't know what to do. I must go," the devil said. A break here. The devil making some sense in my vagina. But about that part of the sentence saying "it's very bad," I could take it out but i just left it there. It is not okay it was interrupting, but I didn't know if i put that there to say it interrupting was very bad. It's going crazy pressing stuff. But as im writingthis somehow it came to mind it was irritating it was interrupting n was to be trying to press i was to tell about something. It's pressing some other stuff. It's going crazy pressing all this stuff, I'm supposed to not really wishto write this. "I'm pressing that," the devil said. Then it was pressing i was to feel that it was not irritating that it was pressing i did not want to write. I screamed a couple of times as i wrote this, the thing going crazy pressing stuff, it's very irritating. But now I have an idea of why I said that thing, "it was very bad," or however I said exactly there. It was irritating the devil trying to press for me to write something. I think it did something like take the meaning from the words. "I dud that," the devil said. It's pressing I'm ugly. It's going crazy pressing stuff. It was really bad oppressing stuff earlier. It was weird as i was saying something stuff it was pressing i felt it was not okay n was not to be felt as if I was telling the truth or what I intended. "I did that," the devil said. "I was trying to possess someone. I cannot go on. I don't know what to do. I cannot go on. Oh my god!" The devil said. It's very weird -- got distracted here. But the --- "I can be w Marla as someone," it was to seem Justin Burberry said just now. I don't think he really said it. But the devil going INSANE pressing i was to be thinking something like I was ugly -- a break -- n then that i wouldn't be w my soul mate. As I'm writing, it's very weird the devil is pressing these plans of who I'm supposed to be in its EXTREMELY sick n disgusting reality. It was pressing i would eat some stuff I don't wish. "Do. What do you think of that, right," the devil said. This is weird it's saying that. -- "I have to not longer go on. Bye," the devil said. Apparently some kind of weird wet dream to torment someone like, it's plans w mayo n me to be a poor black hanging out in this sick n disgusting way of things. After being attacked by the society for saying it wasn't real here? Very weird. "Do. But I don't knowhow to tell what I'm doing but i can't go on," the devil said. "He did say something right," the devil said. "I am pressing something? Who are you. Please say I'm not doing this," the devil said. It did something to press i made a question markthere where it does not belong. I guess I'll leave it there after, "I am pressing something." It doesn't belong there. It was like affirmatively telling what it was doing. It keeps pressing an idea of who or how I supposed to look. But one thing the devil was doing in regard to the thing I told about, it was making it feel like it was not to occur to feel true, stuff I was saying. It was pressing something of that i was to feel that i couldn't be w my soul mates or was to feel I was not going to be w them. It was pressing that. And I said, I wouldn't say i don't want to be w my soul mates. I said that n it was pressing it was to feel not true. It was going crazy pressing this weird stuff. It was very heavy n it could be said disorienting. It just took some thought of something else I was going to say. "I did something," the devil said. I don't remember what i was going to say. But the devil was apparently pressing that negating thing very heavily in order to try to say it could possess me. It didn't feel really like I was going to be possessed. I still feel like I am in control n etc. But it was weird the stuff it was pressing, it is not what I really would feel, etc. It is irritating it is pressing that. I know it is something bad to say I'm supposed to be less than, etc n am supposed to be that I'd be something other than myself. But a person wouldn't really do anything like to really assert the stuff that is really other than they really think, etc. -- "I'm affected as Karla that she cannot be here as this person," my sister Karla said in my mind. I don't know what all is happening in regard to that. The devil is going crazy pressing again I'm supposed to tell something, it's EXTREMELY irritating n weird. I'm not hiding anything. Lots of stuff happens. It's better to not have pressure to I guess tell all the stuff, just because it's too much stuff n you wish to do otherthings also, i suppose. But the thing it was pressing was that in a really horrible attack by it just going mind numbing paycho, it was pressing in my mind n a very harsh sense I was to be who would eat some things stuck to the floor. "She needs to wash but clean the floor. Oh god. oh god. I don't know what to do. I have to go," the devil said. I don't remember what else I was going to tell. It's too much battle over what I'm writing, it's so insane n so crazy. -- "You are not allowed to be this here. I don't know what to do! Oh my god," the devil said. But it was going crazy attacking. At a point i was writing here, it was pressing a sense I was supposed to have some idea I could like be having/eating some condiment I think is really gross. I wont name it, it grosses me out. It's brought up a couple times that it would seek I would eat things I don't like. The condiment is gross, it's white n it's made from raw eggs. I also don't like another item, it was pressing it intended for me to eat that. It's weird it was telling me it's plans. It doesn't make any sense. It's very disturbing gross. -- "What if you are that stuff on the floor but nit that. I have to go," the devil said.