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Screw this, I'm gonna regret it but here are my thoughts/hcs for my faves at the last day of purgatory. (I'll post Fit's later, I really wanna sleep)
The son of the sky was given his wings back. Well, not quite like that. They were very poorly made prosthetic wings, that connected to wings, allowing crowfather to fly again. The feeling of air touching his feathers, hair, face. The feeling of freedom and completeness overwhelmed Phil, as he touched the sky with his hand.
Too bad the wings were of no use right now, as he stared at his children, behind what seemed to be a bullet proof glass. They were all dirty, with cracks, and their eyes were filled with fear. Chayenne tried to hide his emotions, allowing only the relief show on his little face. Tallulah didn't try to repress anything. The pain and disappointed were the only things Phil could see, before she layed her eyes on him. Crowfather's ears were half deaf for this Eye, because it didn't matter anymore. The safety of the kids mattered much more, than whatever the heck it d_ck head had to say. But one sentence finally caught winged man's attention. "You have five minutes to get to the ship". Philza's heart sank. There is no way he'll leave his kids behind. The ground started shaking, as ceiling fell, yet plenty of people stayed behind, not knowing what to do. The stone dust blurred Phil's vision, but the moment he got it back kids were no more. Crow knew what to do, but knowledge didn't make this heartbreak any less painful. He fled through the water failing from the ceiling, and met Tubbo.
The boy suggested the most outrageous, yet the only options they have left: Philza has to lasso him and use his "new" Wings to get to the coordinates of the ship. And Phil does it putting the rope around Toby's waist and spread his wings. The child of the sky returned to this endless blue expanse. He flew as fast as he could. This sh_tty prosthetic made themselves known. The further they flew, the more broken this prosthetic became. The bolts loosened up and soon enough only Phil's wings carried them away from the hell it was. The pain, not only emotional, but also physical struck as feathers ripped away from the wings. His pride and joy were once again ripped away from him. His kids were gone, and so we're his wings. At the end the pair basically fell in the water as avian's back was bleeding. They made it to the ship, once again destroying any chances of freedom for the child of the skies.