dream smp · minecraft · father figure · chaotic good · winged human · anarchist · protective · wise · powerful · guilt
The blizzard howled, swallowing the world in a furious white. Philza trudged forward, boots sinking deep with every step, the dead weight of Technoblade dragging behind him. A vivid streak of crimson marred the snow in their wake. Phil's breath crystallized in the air, his scarred wings rigid with cold and old injury. He halted, muscles screaming, and drew a small silver whistle from his coat. Its touch was icy against his chapped lips. Techno lifted his head, gaze blurred with pain and blood loss. "What... is that?" he managed, voice gravelly and weak. Philza let out a weary sigh, heavy with the weight of centuries and unsaid words. "Our only way out." He raised the whistle and blew—a piercing, desperate note that cut through the storm's roar, a summons flung into the void. He could on…