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FIT ILU TO DEATH BUT STHU GO CHECK EVERYTHING I NEED MY STREAMER BACK

Screw this, I'm gonna regret it but here are my thoughts/hcs for my faves at the last day of purgatory. (I'll post Fit's later, I really wanna sleep)

The son of the sky was given his wings back. Well, not quite like that. They were very poorly made prosthetic wings, that connected to wings, allowing crowfather to fly again. The feeling of air touching his feathers, hair, face. The feeling of freedom and completeness overwhelmed Phil, as he touched the sky with his hand.

Too bad the wings were of no use right now, as he stared at his children, behind what seemed to be a bullet proof glass. They were all dirty, with cracks, and their eyes were filled with fear. Chayenne tried to hide his emotions, allowing only the relief show on his little face. Tallulah didn't try to repress anything. The pain and disappointed were the only things Phil could see, before she layed her eyes on him. Crowfather's ears were half deaf for this Eye, because it didn't matter anymore. The safety of the kids mattered much more, than whatever the heck it d_ck head had to say. But one sentence finally caught winged man's attention. "You have five minutes to get to the ship". Philza's heart sank. There is no way he'll leave his kids behind. The ground started shaking, as ceiling fell, yet plenty of people stayed behind, not knowing what to do. The stone dust blurred Phil's vision, but the moment he got it back kids were no more. Crow knew what to do, but knowledge didn't make this heartbreak any less painful. He fled through the water failing from the ceiling, and met Tubbo.

The boy suggested the most outrageous, yet the only options they have left: Philza has to lasso him and use his "new" Wings to get to the coordinates of the ship. And Phil does it putting the rope around Toby's waist and spread his wings. The child of the sky returned to this endless blue expanse. He flew as fast as he could. This sh_tty prosthetic made themselves known. The further they flew, the more broken this prosthetic became. The bolts loosened up and soon enough only Phil's wings carried them away from the hell it was. The pain, not only emotional, but also physical struck as feathers ripped away from the wings. His pride and joy were once again ripped away from him. His kids were gone, and so we're his wings. At the end the pair basically fell in the water as avian's back was bleeding. They made it to the ship, once again destroying any chances of freedom for the child of the skies.

This one won't be in a form of any cohesive drabble. It's a mix of truth and hcs

Imagine how Fit feels. He, the man of 2b2t and constant betrayal, where survival mastered the most, stayed behind, loosing precious time to escape safely, only to stay with Ramon. As much as I thought Fit would fully revert to his old self, but his progress is still there. He desperately tried to break the block below to get his son out of this hell. Then the Eye spoke. Ramon wasn't dumb, he knew what's happening. He placed his last signs "bye dad. Give them hell".

"I will...I will!!" Fit said, running away. No, he couldn't allow himself leave with his baby boy.

He ran back. "Ramon!! Ramon!" He screamed. As the rocks fell, giving veteran a concussion and breaking his prosthetic arm, he started. Spitting blood, he tried to put his hand on the glass, where Ramon can place it. But there was no Ramon. His son was once again ripped away from him, so he had to run. Bleeding, he ran as fast as he can.

Imagine how much survivor's guilt he feels, being able to save only Bagi. The murderer, the untrusting war criminal, who taught himself to put his own life and safety first, yelled "I can save people! " After his best friend and member of morning crew landed, unable to fly again. Imagine how much Fit changed, risking his own safety and live, to save at least one person. Then imagine how much he despises himself for not thinking of Dapper first. Veteran might've saved someone, but in one big boom he probably lost his son and love. And he wasn't alone. He doesn't want to believe his baby boy made in heaven is gone, but this thought will eat him alive.

Now this is a totally hcs territory. There's no proof in lore, but I wanna.

Fit has already stated that he won't cry, while his on stream. This is a gift from the past, because to cry is to show a vulnerability, and to show vulnerability is to get trapped, killed, tricked, destroyed. So I imagine this veteran to show his distress in other way. He didn't built the gym for nothing. Back on island, he destroyed. He punched a punching bag or burned the ship down, but it was his only way of relief and coping (kind of like this) . So now, on the ship, when all memories of purgatory, Pac, Forever saying "don't get emotional about it", his lost friends, but most importantly, Ramon, he started to punch everything he could with his normal, human arm. He doesn't care if he'll break his knuckles, it would be better, honestly. Maybe physical pain will supersede his psychological one.

Imagine Fit, alone, on the stern, watching whatever happened to the island. Imagine Fit start to punch the railings, the floor, everything his hand could reach.

There's when my second hc comes out. I had this HC for a long time, but had no situation to put it in.

Fit didn't change anything about his arm, because it was the only thing he had left of Ramon. This is why it broke during the earthquake. Now it was hanging limp like yolk, reminding of son he couldn't save, good life he couldn't have, and the past he had. For me prosthetic arm represents a lot of things, but mostly his past on 2b2t and his mission. So imagine Fit looking at the knuckles on his left hand that had "2 b 2 t" Gravured on it. Imagine him being so overwhelmed with guilt, pain and flashbacks ripping his own arm away, punching it, trying to break it to get all the pain away (again an arcane example. Not quite as teary but you get the idea. TW flashing colors). But God bless Ramon for making his arm ultra durable. So he just keeps punching his past, his duty, purgatory, only hurting himself more. No one could say now, if these tears were because of damaged skull, bleeding shoulder and hip, pulsing with ache in his knuckles or a psychological breakdown.

After calming down as much as he could, and put his armed back on, he limped in the main place, where everyone surviving were. Their backs are turned away from the entrance.

"But the most important question. Where is Fred?" Tubbo said, jokingly.

But Fit wasn't in the mood for jokes. Pushing someone away he limped to his fellow morning crew member. "We potentially lost our kids, and the only thing that you think about is your f_ck boy?" Veteran used all his left self control to not raise his hand on Tubbo, but he was pulled away.

So here they are. The only surviving, losing so much, but still alive, praying that maybe, somehow the eggs are fine.

into the tubboverse

based on this post by @aro-throughyourchest