When Phil decided to take in the children going to cause the apocalypse (Wilbur and Techno and the third kid they decided to name Tommy) he didn’t expect to find you with Tommy.

His mother.

When the town saw him even had practically deserted the town yet you…no you stayed.

Phil stops in his steps for a moment, holding his breath as his eyes immediately focus on the small crib that’s placed up against the wall, across from the door. The room is a bit small, a colorful rug placed over the hardwood floor, a basket of toys placed in the corner. It seems like a child’s room, through and through, and Phil can’t look away from the crib.

You had Tommy in your arms, a knife in your hand to tightly while was worried you’d snap it in half, you’d been crying with the bundle of Tommy in your arms.

“You aren’t going to hurt him.” You said in a challenging but Phil could feel your exhaustion, did you have to do all this alone, with a knife raised at him in trembling hands Phil could only smile pitifully.

“I’m not going to hurt him, not at all.” Phil promises, he can’t take Tommy and leave you.