(O!Wilbur's PoV)

I stared at the rather tall blonde boy who broke down crying in confusion.

What the f*ck? I thought.

This is Tommy right? Am I wrong?

He looks taller, older, more bandaged up and wingless.

Also he called me Ghostbur. I get I'm a Phantom but it seems like he feels guilty with the name. Like something bad has happened.

Maybe I remind him of someone with that name?

"Hey uh buddy...are you doing alright?" I asked.

I mentally slapped myself.

Of course he isn't alright! He's crying for Crow Father's sake! Wait that's it! I thought.

I'll go get Phil, he'll know what to do!

"Wait here, I'll go get someone who can help you," I said.

He looked at me, his blue eyes shining with tears.

"I'll be back I promise," I assured him.

I turned invisible and went looking for Phil.

I spotted Niki in her lagoon, just sitting there while talking with some fish.

"Niki!" I popped up next to her, accidentally scaring her.

"Ahh! Oh it's just you Wilbur. Do you need me for anything?" She asked.

"I'm looking for Phil, have you seen him?" I asked.

"Phil? Oh he might be at the Pube. I think he's discussing something with Sneeg," Niki replied.

"Thanks," I said and turned invisible again.

I headed towards the Pube in search of the old man.

I climbed up the ladder and got to the entrance of the Pube.

There, I spotted Phil talking with the Inchling. They were discussing about renovations of other's houses.

"So Tubbo has been talking with me about planting new flowers around in his garden for him. Most of his are drained because of how he eats a lot. Oh and the ceiling in Ranboo's room started to leak so write that down," Sneeg explained, while Phil was writing what he said down in a clipboard.

"Phil!" I popped up next to him.

He jumped and threw the clipboard up in the air.

"Ow!" Jack said as he was wiping the glasses. He got hit in the head via clipboard.

"Sorry mate," Phil muttered. He then turned to look at me.

"Wil, what did I say about appearing randomly? You could give someone a heart attack," he said.

"Well you're old so I'm not surprised that you'll get a heart attack," I explained.

"I'm only 34 Wil! I'm not that old," Phil sighed while Sneeg giggled at our interaction.

"Anyway, what do you need? Did you give Tommy the medicine?" Phil asked.

"Well about that. We have a situation. I think there is an imposter among us," I said.

"Among Us died off months ago, mate," Phil said.

"What I mean by that!" I glared at the man who adopted us. "Is that Tommy...isn't really Tommy. I think he got replaced or something."

Phil and Sneeg looked at me confused.

"Basically Tommy is gone and someone who suspiciously looks like him has replaced him," I explained more bluntly.

(*insert record scratch sound effect*)

"WHAT!" Phil shouted.

"I told you there's an imposter among us. Imposterinnit," I said.

He grabbed my arm (I should have been more transparent, literally).

"We going to go see him," Phil placed his hat in his pouch and put his goggles on.

"You know I can just," I tried saying but he cut me off.

His wings spread apart.

"Hang on," we jumped and flew to Tommy's treehouse.

(D!Tommy's PoV)

Why the hell did I broke down crying in front of that guy, I thought, angrily.

I both cried and called the ghostly like figure who looks like Wilbur, Ghostbur. How stupid of me was that!

Big man Tommy Innit does not make such simple mistakes like that. Only amateurs do that.

AND I'M NO AMATEUR!

Anyway, whoever lives in this house has a crappy interior taste. Why would anyone live in a treehouse? Like physically live in one this high up.

I sat on the bed, just staring at the wall.

The ghost told me to stay here. Normally I would not do what others tell me to do but something about getting someone made a chill go up my spine

Who was this person that he was going to get?

So I stayed out of curiosity.

Whoosh!

A shadow fell upon the window.

The ghost phased through the wall.

"Next time, I'm walking! Why do you insist on flying?!" He snapped.

"It's easier that way," a very familiar voice explained.

Oh no! I thought and stood up immediately.

I recognize that voice. A voice that I mildly dislike. Not hate but a dislike.

The man climbed through the window (there was no glass) because there was only one door and removed the goggles from his face and put on a familiar, dumb looking hat on.

It was Phil Effing Minecraft.

I made a fist at this.

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

He then turned to look at the ghost.

"I see what you mean now," Phil said towards the ghost.

"Well no sh*t old man. Do you need to get your eyes checked like your ears," the ghost teased.

"Ok," Phil sighed.

He looked at me and I flinched.

"Hey uh Tommy? Are you ok? Are you hurt?" He asked and held his hand out to place it on my shoulder.

I slapped his hand away.

"Get away from me old man!" I snapped.

He took a step back, his eyes filled with hurt.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm simply asking if you're ok mate?" Phil asked.

"Like hell I am!" I yelled.

Then a scary thought hit me.

What if Technoblade is near by? What if there is no prison and he's around here somewhere? I thought.

My other hand made a fist.

"Where's Technoblade, I'm going to kill him?" I asked.

Both people flinched at this.

They exchanged looks.

"Why he didn't do anything...(yet)," the ghost said.

"He f*cking helped destroyed L'Manburg. I can't forgive him because of that!" I explained, jabbing my finger out in their direction.

Then Phil said something that I never expected him out of all the people would say.

...

"What the f*ck is L'Manburg?"

(O!Phil's PoV)

"What the f*ck is L'Manburg?" I asked.

The boy who suspiciously looks like Tommy, and seems to share the same name as him, froze at this.

Wilbur waved his hand up and down at the boy's face.

"Hellooooo? Anyone home?" He asked.

"Wil, personal space," I said and he backed up.

"B-but how can you...if Wilbur got stabbed...Doomsday...Dream...," The boy said, not finishing his sentences.

Wilbur's eyes widen.

"Stabbed?" He asked.

"Doomsday? Who's Dream?" He continued asking.

Sounds like Dream was a name.

"I...don't want... f*ck!" The boy muttered.

I glared at Wilbur who shrank at it.

"Lay off the questions Wil, this must be a frightening experience for him right now," I said.

"Whaaat? No it's not," the boy said, changing his tune immediately.

"Do you know where you are right now? If not, we can help you find your way home?" I asked, softly as to not scare him.

He looked around and then shook his head.

"Well then, let's start all over. I'm Phil, nice to meet you mate," I said.

"And I'm Wilbur," Wilbur introduced himself.

The boy glared at us before sighing deeply.

"I'm Tommyinnit. I guess it's nice to meet you?" He said.

"Your name is Tommy? That's the same as our Tommy!" Wilbur cried.

"Your Tommy?" Tommy rosed an eyebrow.

"He's my little brother. Now...where is he?" Wilbur got right in Tommy's face and grabbed his shoulders.

"Wilbur Soot Minecraft! What did I say about laying off with the questions!" I shouted sternly.

Wilbur let go of Tommy's shoulders and floated back to me.

"Sorry," he muttered.

Tommy looked at us, at Wilbur and at me.

"All of you are related?" He asked.

"Well yes and no. They are my adopted kids," I explained.

"Adopted?" Tommy asked.

"It's a long story," I said.

Tommy leaned to one side and stared at my wings. He then looked at Wilbur.

"So what are you exactly?" He asked.

And here comes the million dollar question, I thought.

"We're Origins. Basically hybrids of certain mobs. Like I'm an Elytrian Origin, meaning that I can fly with wings and I have to wear lighter armor. Wilbur here is a Phantom Origin. As you can see, he's like a ghost. He can phase through solid objects but he can't go in the sun or he'll burn," I explained.

"So Birdza and Phantombur?" Tommy teased.

"Yeah...basically," I sighed while Wilbur laughed.

"So are there more of you?" Tommy asked and Wilbur nodded excitedly.

"Would you like to meet the rest of us?" He asked.

"Whoa whoa whoa. I just met you all, I can't trust you that quickly," Tommy explained.

"Sh*t you're right," I said.

"What if we allowed you to hold one of your precious objects while you follow us? That way, you can hold it hostage. Basically making you feel like the bigger man," Wilbur suggested.

That's right Wilbur, give him fuel to feed his ego, I thought.

This worked since it seems like both Tommy's, while different, have a similar personality. Or they are both narcissistic. Whichever works.

He grinned widely.

"Hand over your hat old man, I'm taking it hostage," he made a gun with his finger.

"My hat?" I asked, getting overprotective.

"Yeah or I'm not going with you," Tommy said.

"You little sh*t," I muttered and handed my hat to him.

Tommy placed it on his own head and flipped me off. I rolled my eyes at this.

"Onward then. To the Pube!" Wilbur declared.

"Pfft what kind of name is the Pube," Tommy laughed.

"Shut up child," Wilbur said which Tommy responded with, "I'M NOT A CHILD!"

This is going to be a long day, I thought.

In the back of my head, worrying thoughts grew about Tommy. Not the one who is here but the one that we all knew.

Where is he? Where's my youngest son? I thought.

A/N: unlike birds who have a third eyelid which I guess (with a quick Google Search) helps with their bird vision, any of the avian origin don't have that due to their eyes being more human than bird (although they do get the unfortunate part of not seeing glass). Instead they use one out of two objects. One, they use a aviator's hat. Two, which is more common, they use goggles. It's always hanging around their neck when it's not in use.

Both the hat and goggles are lightweight so the Origin doesn't have any trouble with flying or gliding.

I'll be putting little facts about each Origin in this Au at the end of each chapter.

Cya in the next one -Flare