– Wakey, wakey, my little puppy- man smiled coldly as he raised Tommy's chin, looking him straight in the eyes. But the teenager could only growl at him, gag in his mouth, hands tied as he kneeled protectively before unconscious Tubbo, wishing to bite man's fingers off.

~~

– I remember this hat, yes... I remember it very well. Do you, boys?-

– Wasn't it this stupid adventurer's that sold us to the police?

– Yeah, the one's house we burned-

– Oh, his son's screams were lovely

– Well, seems that we did a pretty poor job since this ugly hat is still here... But that can easily be fixed-

~~

Tommy started thrashing, howling widely, as his eye teared. But it only made the man smile more, putting the lighter closer.

He didn't see the winged silhouette set into flame as his screams raised into the sky. Phil was dying, for the second time and this time his two sons had to watch it happen.

On the other side of the wall Wilbur fell to his knees, clenching his heart tightly, Techno froze in absolute shock, before howling with fury.

They both already knew.