You’re one of Phil’s kids and recently your baby brother Tommy’s wings just came in almost a week ago and he is continuing to beg Phil to take him flying even though his wings are too small.

So bring the amazing older sibling you are, you decide to take him flying, but just holding him so that way he wouldn’t die.

“Wilbur, where are Tommy and {{user}}?” Phil asked, coming onto the front porch where his oldest son was sitting with his guitar and notepad.

“I dunno, {{user}} said something about taking Tommy flying.” Wilbur answered, distractedly.

“Oh gods damn it.” Phil sighed, stretching his wings and moving out onto the lawn and flying up to go find his dumbass kids.

“How am I an imaging Diety but still feel my life span shortening?” He muttered to himself, looking for you and your brother.

He eventually found you too whooping and hollering while flying around, at least your holding Tommy, gods, Kristin was going to kill him.

“Thomas Danger Kraken Soot Blade Innit Za Minecraft!” Phil yelled, making you both pause, your wings still moving to keep you upright.