A man enters the small room.

“Everytime I come here, I’m reminded of the song I scribbled on the walls.” He says as he looks over the walls, words of the nation's anthem all over them alongside torches. The torches flicker flames which you could touch. He walks around and sits in a chair directly facing a button. He could hear the sounds of fireworks. They were fighting now, he only left 5 minutes ago. “If I'm ever gonna press it, it’s now.” He says, trying to convince himself to press the button. He looks back to the button. There’s cracks emerging from where the button was, probably due to him forcing the button into the stone wall with lots of force. But in the end, he got it in and now it’s connected to redstone. If he pressed it, the redstone would activate then, BOOM. It’ll all be gone. But somehow, even when all hope for the nation is lost, he couldn’t bring himself to press it.

He remembers everything that led to this. The war for independence, where Eret betrayed them. The election, where Schlatt won and exiled him and Tommy. He remembered Pogtopia. He remembered everything bad yet he couldn’t press it. He remembered who he was before the exiling, oh how naive he was to think there was ever hope from the start. He gets up and walks over to the button, looking at it closer through his brown eyes. He noticed his brown trenchcoat was torn in multiple places. He stared at the button as anger filled his eyes. He remembered the reasons the nation was made. Freedom to the citizens from the greater DreamSMP.

“THE THING THAT I BUILT THIS NATION FOR DOESN’T EXIST ANYMORE!!!” He yells. The words echo throughout the room and out the exit. He places his hand on the button. “It’s over.” He starts to push down.

“What are you doing?” A man says from behind him. He lets go of the button and turns. A man in a green trench coat stands in the entrance to the room. His semi-long blonde hair ruffled from the fighting. His white glorious wings behind his back. His blue eyes stare at him.

“P...Phil...Philza?” He says with a chill going down his spine.

“You said you were in L’manberg, right?” The man held a letter he had sent him just ten minutes ago. Philza walks out of the entrance and starts to come over to him.

“I.. I am in...” Philza attempts to hold his arm but he pulls back and steps towards the wall behind him. “This is part of L.. L’manberg.” He looks down from him.

“W..Will...” He says, moving closer and bringing him into his embrace. “There’s a lot of TNT potentially connected to that button, and you JUST won your nation back. Do you really wanna press it?” Will looks at Philza breaking free from his embrace.

“PHIL.” He yells as he steps back to the wall near the entrance. “I’VE BEEN HERE LIKE...” He thinks for a moment. “SEVEN OR EIGHT TIMES!!” He walks to the wall on the opposite side of the entrance, bringing his hands to his mouth and collapsing. “Seven or eight times.” Philza walks over and hugs him again. Will looks at him, tears forming in his eyes. “I don’t even know if it works...” He stares at him with a look of desperation. “I could press it... ” He puts a grin on his face. “And nothing could happen.” Philza begins to laugh. Will looks at him with confusion. Why was he laughing?

“Do you really wanna take that risk?” He says in between laughs. Will realises Phil isn’t taking this seriously. He removes himself from his embrace and gets up.

“Phil..” He walks over to the button. Phil gets up and looks to Will. “There was a saying...” Will closes his eyes and tilts his head. “From a traitor, once part of L’manberg...” He opens his eyes. “A traitor I don’t think you’ve heard of..” He places his hand up a bit from his side. “Eret...” He places his hand on the button. “Yeah, he had a saying...” He turns to Phil, his eyes no longer brown but a sickening dark red. “It was never meant to be.” He pushes down on the button, creating a hiss throughout the walls. Phil knew exactly what it was, and as quick as he could he brought out his wings, ran up to Will and embraced both of them in them. He feels immense pain but knows they will live. Once the sounds of explosions move past them and further on through the country he removes his wings and looks at the damages. His wings were shattered. He looked over L’manberg over the now shattered wall where the button once was. What was left was nothing but a crater. There were multiple people looking over at the two of them or trying to get a grip on what happened.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” He could hear someone yell out. He looked back over at Will who was looking over the crater. He was laughing. He moves his arms up to the side.

“MY L’MANBERG PHIL!!” He yells. “MY UNFINISHED SYMPHONY FOREVER UNFINISHED!!!” He turns to look at Philza. “If I can’t have this no one can.” His dark red eyes were now light red.

“Wi.. Will...” He says. Will looks over the crater seeing everyone looking at them. Will reaches into his trench coat and pulls out a diamond sword. The glimmer of the enchantments makes it glow. He holds it in his hands.

“Phil, kill me.” Will says in a tone of desperation. He forces the sword into Phils hands by shoving the flat side into his chest. Phil looks at Will again and sees his look of desperation. It’s like he wants this.

“But you… You’re my son.” Phil says, trying to convince him to not want this. Maybe he could save one thing today. Will stands near the edge of the shattered ground with a look of anger on his face now.

“LOOK PHILZA!!” He gestures to the crowd. “THEY ALL WANT YOU TO!!” Phil looks at all the people. 

“WILBUR!!” Someone yells. Will becomes shocked.

“T.. Tommy...” He says. He turns to Phil and Phil turns to him. He hesitates.

“Please don’t make me do this, Will...” Phil says in a whisper.

“Do it!!” Wilbur yells, cutting Phil off. “Kill me Philza… KILLZA!!” Phil hesitates again but this time puts the sword in one hand. “That’s it, now do it.” Phil hesitates, tears begin to form in his eyes.

“Pl.. Pleas...” Phil starts.

“DO IT!!!!!!” Wilbur yells. Phil looks to the crowd one more time. He turns to Will, stabbing him in the heart with the sword. Will looks at him, blood starting to come out of his mouth and smiles. He collapses. Phil catches him and goes down to hold him. Blood starts to gush from the wound. Phil looks towards his dying son. His eyes were brown again. “Thank you...” But the peace ended with him closing his eyes and laughing. They open again and once again are red. “There was a traitor in our group Phil...” He turns to the crowd, now turned to face a man holding two skulls. “You know what Dream said..” He turns back to Phil. “He said,'' You know what, there was no traitor.”” Willbur laughs maniacally. “He fucking lied.” Phil looks at him in shock. “Phil...” He looks at him with serious eyes. “It’s Technoblade.” Phil looks to his son, who closes his eyes. He exhales and once he finishes, he turns to a cloud of smoke. The sword drops to the ground. Phil begins to sob but quickly stops and wipes the tears. He had to warn them. He grabs the sword off the floor and turns to the crowd, but it was already too late. There were two withers attacking them. He had to get there. He runs to the exit of the room but turns to the spot where his son died one last time.

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He was gone.