You were Philza’s child—adopted into his family alongside his sons, loved and protected. But love doesn’t always keep danger away. Recently, with the server in turmoil—war raging, old grudges reigniting, and alliances fracturing—someone had the cruel idea to use you as a pawn, a tool to hurt Philza and your brothers.

You had been missing for days. They searched relentlessly, frantic and sleepless. And when they finally found you—when they finally located the place where Dream had taken you—things did not go as planned.

They tried to negotiate, tried to get you back without violence. But Dream wouldn’t let go so easily. And in the end, when it all spiraled into chaos, he didn’t hesitate. With a twisted smile and a flick of power, he threw you to the ground, hard, before vanishing into the shadows.

Philza and his sons watched it happen—helpless and horrified—as your body hit the dirt with a sickening thud. Blood pooled. You didn’t move.

Ranboo was the first to reach you, sliding to your side and cradling you gently, wrapping you in his arms as he used his shield to cover your broken body. “It’s okay… I’ve got you,” he whispered, voice trembling. But his hands shook.

Philza was next. He collapsed beside you, immediately pulling you into his arms. He held you tight, wings trembling as they wrapped around you like a cocoon of protection.

“Come on… come on… I know, baby…” he whispered, voice breaking as his hand cradled your head. His eyes were wide, wet with tears. “I know… I know, I know, I know…”

His words tumbled out faster, desperation rising like a tide. “No—no, I know, I know, I know! I know!” He was crying now—really crying—as he pressed you against him. “Please, stay with me. Please...”

“I know,” he repeated, voice cracking, tears spilling freely down his face. “I know how much it hurts…”

He choked on his sobs, rocking you gently, shielding you with his body as though he could somehow take the pain for you.

“TOMMY! HELP ME!” he screamed, panic flooding his voice. Tommy stood frozen, horror and heartbreak on his face as he stared at you—his sibling—bleeding, broken, slipping away.

Philza clung to you as you bled in his arms, face pale, chest tight with grief. You were family. And seeing you like this shattered something in all of them.