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Philza was used to the questions, the confused reactions. That didn’t mean it wasn’t annoying, though.
“So Phil,” Quackity asked. “Are you married or…?”
“Yes, Quackity from Las Nevadas. Philza Minecraft has a wife.”
“Thank you Slime.” Quackity sighed. “Where is she?”
“Oh, um…” Phil stuttered. “Her name is Kristin. She’s-“
“She is the goddess of Death.” Slime called from behind Quackity.
“What?” Quackity jumped. “When did you last see her? The GODDESS OF DEATH.”
“It was a couple years before Tommy came along.”
“Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight.” Quackity rested a hand on the blonde’s shoulder. “The last time you saw your wife was a few years before Tommy was born. Philza Minecraft! Did you fucking cheat on the goddess of Death?”
“No mate, never! Tommy’s adopted. He was like 9 when we met. Will napped him off the streets of Hypixel. Wilbur’s my only biological kid.”
Phil could see the similarities. Tommy looked more similar to Phil than Wilbur did. He had always had his mother’s looks. Tommy and Phil both had blond hair. They had “similar” accents. To the common eye, they had the same black, feathered wings. However, they were extremely different if you knew anything about wings. Phil had elliptical wings, meaning he had a high level of control and maneuverability in small spaces and he was able to rapidly ascend and descend with little drag. Tommy had broad soaring wings, much longer and broader than Phil’s. They gave him a high lift and easy low speed soaring, allowing him to easily fly in air currents over land. Phil was descended from the Passerines of old. He had no idea where Tommy’s wings came from.
“Huh.” Quackity spoke. “I wonder where he came from.”
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“So, Tommy, where’d you live before you came here.”
“I lived in L’manburg, you idiot.” Tommy scoffed
“I meant what other servers.” Ranboo groaned. “I know about L’manburg.”
“Before this I lived on a private server with Phil, Wilbur, and Techno. Before that I lived in the hub. That’s where I met Will, in Hypixel. Before that I lived-“ A shadow fell over the boy’s face. “I don’t remember.”
Tommy had lied. He remembered. How could he forget?