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Philza POV

Step 2:

Step 1 was done. Now to find George. Techno said he had been working on a new house near a village that was a few miles into the woods near the prison. I decided that it was too late in the day to fly out now. I would go in the morning. I made my way upstairs and got into bed, my wings folded over the edge of the fluffy blankets and soft feathery hair fluffed up against my pillow.

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I woke up to the sound of light knocking drifting from downstairs. I sat up and yawned, stretching out my wings and swinging my legs out over the edge of the bed. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. 7:47. I walked downstairs and over to the front door. A wave of cold arctic air rushed over me as I opened it and the bright reflection of the sun on the snow seemed almost unnatural after months away from the cold. To my surprise, George stood at the door. He was wearing a puffy black coat that made him seem small and frail compared to everything in this cold climate. I welcomed him inside and stepped out of the way as he ducked inside.

"I heard you were back, so I figured I would come for a visit. How have you been?" George asked, hanging his coat and flopping down on the soft couch.

"I've been good, Uhm, I was actually going to try and find you later, so I guess this is convenient..." I replied carefully, sitting down in an armchair.

"That's good, so what did you want to talk about?" he asked

"It has to do with Ranboo and...Dream," I said slowly

"We...have been, uh, staying at a safehouse and decided to move Ranboo to somewhere closer to the greater SMP. I was wondering if you would like to help with the escort since we don't have enough people. I can show you the route if you're interested." I offered, hoping he would accept.

"Depending on when it is, I'm going to be busy most of the week, but I think I should be free on Friday," he said

"Okay that should work, I'll let everyone know," I responded

"Who is going to be there?"

"The escort should include you, Tommy, and Fundy. I'll be waiting on the other side."

"Wow, you weren't exaggerating when you said you didn't have enough people. Are you sure you can't get anymore?" he asked

"Nope, that's all we've got. Everyone else is busy, so we are completely out of people." I lied. We had plenty of people, almost anyone on the SMP could help, but the intention wasn't to have a strong escort, it was to look vulnerable.

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It was Tuesday. Two days since I spoke to George and showed him the planned route to the safe house. It wasn't a super long walk, maybe 7 or 8 miles out. Just close enough to make for easy travel and just far enough to be secluded. I had planned to visit Techno today, but the forecast said there would be a snowstorm for the next two days and I really didn't feel like sleeping on a couch for the rest of the week. I decided to go visit my other sons.

I arrived at Wilbur's house around noon. I knocked on the door and was greeted by Fundy.

"Oh, hey Phil," he said before stepping aside and letting me in. Tubbo and Ranboo were sat on the couch playing some game on their phones, meanwhile, Wilbur was in the kitchen making grilled cheese sandwiches.

"Hey, Phil! Tommy is in the backyard, probably being fucking stupid or something" Wilbur said. I walked out the back door to see Tommy sitting at the edge of the deck. I walked over and sat down next to him.

"How much longer until my wings will be big enough for me to fly?" he asked, turning to me.

"Well, once your wingspan is about double your height, that's usually when your wings are big enough to support you. So maybe another month," I replied

"Wouldn't they feel big and heavy, it would be like having somebody on your back all the time."

"No, not really. You get used to it. They are mostly feathers too, so they aren't actually that heavy." I explained turning to Tommy.

I hadn't noticed how different he looked until recently. The small feathers in his hair were more noticeable and the short fluffy feathers on his wings had started to become longer and more firm. The color of his wings was completely different too. They were a light brown color, almost like caramel, with darker brown and blonde markings. My wings were a dark crimson-brown with black markings. Wilbur didn't have wings or show any signs of getting them, so I decided to stop waiting.

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Tomorrow was the day of the escort to the new safehouse. Everything was set in place. Now all that was left was to wait.

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