This was requested by LittleAry_

Topics Included:

Colourzas
Angst
Fluff
Goofin

Prompt: Phil does his best to keep the Colourzas secret from his friends, but fails.

Trigger Warnings (TW): Angst, self-hatred, unpleasant voices (Redza taunting and driving Phil to breaking.), cursing/swearing/bad words
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"Yes, yellow, you look great." Phil sighed. Yellowza was having one of his fashionable moments again and Phil was getting kinda tired of it, but it was amusing nonetheless.

"You're no fun, Phil, I'll go ask Pink." And the yellow copy vanished, leaving Phil to his thoughts again.

He sat on the edge of his bed, trying to scour things to do for the day. No one else was awake at the time, and he has no intention to bother them. They had just come back from their trip last night, and brought back a beacon for Phil, which he was grateful for. It would be useful for his projects.

But, of course, he could never be truly left alone.

Phil could see a little hint of red in the corner of his vision, and braced himself. Redza was a mean, manipulative arsehole who would taunt Phil whenever he was alone. The sad thing was that Phil always gave in and let the taunts get to him, which was starting to become a slight habit.

"Go away, Redza, I'm tired."

Redza rolled his eyes, flapping his little bat wings, which allowed him to levitate and float in the air, back facing the ground. He turned his head up to look at Phil.

"You're already tired of me? I'm just taunting you and you let that get to you?"

"Wow, I thought you were at least a tiny bit stronger than that."

"No wonder your so called 'friends' don't want you on their trips."

"They'd just worry over you for nothing."

"You can't help them on their missions, you're pretty much useless."

"You slow them down too much."

"I know you see it too, Phil."

"You're just dead weight."

"A burden to them."

And, with that evil grin of his, he too vanished, and Phil brought his knees to his chest on the bed, rested against the wall, and was left alone with bad thoughts.

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Tommy woke up quite early today. It was one of those cursed days where barely anyone in the world gets a good sleep. He hated these days, it messed with his schedule and stamina really badly.

He tried to get back to sleep, tossing and turning in bed. After a few more attempts, he just gave up and went to see Phil. Maybe they could sing Pigstep together. He was bored out of his mind, alright?

As he made his way down the hallway to Phil's room, he started hearing things. Phil. Was he talking to himself? Wait..
There were two voices.

Who was the other one? Tommy decided not to go in immediately, in case he startled them. It wouldn't hurt to just listen in a little, right? He wouldn't tell.

"I know you see it too, Phil"

That sounded like Phil, but apparently, he wasn't Phil, because he had addressed Phil in his statement. And there goes a morning headache forming.

"You're just dead weight."

"A burden to them."

Tommy's eyes widened. Who the fuck was talking about his dad like that?! He was very tempted to barge in and start stabbin' shit.

And then it stopped. There was nothing more. Just...

silence.

But it wasn't welcoming.

Tommy decided to get out of there. He'd tell Wilbur and Techno about it when they woke up. Maybe they'd be able to confront Phil at breakfast.

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Phil heard footsteps outside his door, effectively bringing him back to reality. He realised his cheeks were wet, and wiped the slight tears away. Of course he was useless. He never helped them and always was working on some dumb project in his damn hardcore world instead of being a good friend. A good father figure.

He realised that whoever's footsteps he heard may have been eavesdropping on his conversation. He hoped not. Maybe they were a little late and heard nothing, so they just went back to bed thinking he was asleep? He highly doubted it, but he prayed, unknowing to whom, that that was the case.

Phil went to look in the mirror to see if it was visible that he had been crying. He hastily wiped the tears away, more having made their way out. He took a few deep breaths. One, two, three, four, again. One, two three four.

After quite a bit of this cycle, he went down to the kitchen. It was eerily silent, not the welcoming slience that would come from everyone being asleep. Phil had the sudden urge to turn back. Pinkza and Greyza appeared.

"Hi, Phil!" Pink greeted merrily. Phil returned a small wave, not quite in the mood to talk. Greyza simply nodded.

They chatted for a bit in the kitchen before he decided to go to the dining room to prepare breakfast before he paused.

Wilbur, Techno and Tommy all sat there, staring at him. They had very serious looks on their faces. What's worse, Grey and Pink were right behind him.

Grey vanished immediately when he saw them. Pink rested his hand on Phil's shoulder for a few seconds before vanishing as well.

Phil had the feeling that he was gonna be questioned. His stomach turned, his anxiety rising. Did they finally figure out how much of a freak he was? Damn, he tried so hard to be normal.

They probably hated him now.

Techno gestured for Phil to come sit on a spare chair. Hesitantly, he made his way to a chair beside Techno, which put him infront of Wilbur and Tommy next to Will.

"Phil, Tommy told us what he heard." Wilbur started. Oh no, this wasn't gonna end well. Phil's breathing quickened slightly.

"Phil, why didn't you tell us?" Techno asked, pity lacing his voice, but Phil could not recognize it. He started stammering, spitting incoherent sentences as he tried to find the right words to say sorry.

Tell them. Tell them, Philza. Tell them how useless you are and how much of a freak you truly are. Either way, they already hate you.

Shut up, Red.

You're no fun, Pink.

Wasn't Red right, though? Which normal person would have 8 voices different from his own constantly invading his mind? He wasn't normal. He was weird.

"....il?? Phil?? Hello?" Phil blinked a few times, trying to locate whoever called him. Tommy was waving his hand in front of his face.

"Philza Minecrafft, you awake? Finally, thought you were in a coma for a sec, Jesus." Phil looked at Tommy, and then the other two.

"I'm sorry."

Techno stared at him and asked, "why are you sorry? You're completely innocent."

Phil shook his head. "It's not that, it's just.."

Phil propped his elbows on the table and rested his head onto them, hands behind his head.

"I didn't want you to thin- no, know I was a freak. I can't do jack shit right, can't even be a good friend and help out. I'm too focused on my stupid projects, I'm too selfish. I'm sorry."

A few moments passed, and in that time period Phil's breathing quickened even more so, his anxiety skyrocketing. They're probably wondering what to do with him now since they know. He didn't blame them. No one would want him around, not even himself.

And then he felt two arms wrap around him and a weight rest on his back, as if someone was.. hugging him? But who-?

"Shut up, Phil. This is nonsense. We fucking love you, you're a Sleepy Boi for a reason, man!" He realised Wilbur must be the one hugging him. He could hear the scrapes of a chair being pushed back, assumed Tommy was getting up. Someone else joined the hug. And then, reluctantly, Techno joined in aswell.

Phil was, nevertheless shocked. Didn't they hate him? He was mental! He had 8 damn voices in his head that weren't his, and one of them tortures him everyday, drives him to insanity for Notch's sake.

"He's right, y'know. You're not useless either. You fail to see it, but you've contributed to so many of our missions multiple times." Techno said, almost like a statement. Phil started to believe it.

"Wilbur is a dickhead, but I agree with him. Techno too. You're the best dad ever. Also, was that two more of you?? That's so pog, can we meet them all?" Tommy said, practically speedrunning the second half of his speech. All three boys got off of Phil and nodded, Wilbur too excited.

Phil looked at each of them and realised how damn stupid he was. They would never hate him. They were the Sleepy Bois after all. They'd die for him.

And so would he.

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A blue replicate of Phil revealed itself, followed by an orange, pink, purple, grey and lastly, a yellow.

"The blue one is Blueza. Their names are basically their colours + za. Uh, he's just the adorable, innocent one of the pack."

"Hullo." Blue waved cheerfully. And then he disappeared, having done his part.

"This is Orangeza. I like him a lot, he's the biggest smartass ever and reads a shit ton of books." Orangeza nodded before, he too, faded.

"That's Pinkza, I'm guessing?" Said Techno. Techno and Will were half-standing, slightly leaning on a green couch Tommy lay sprawled on. Pink nodded.

"Heyo."

As if to whisper, Philza placed his right hand on the left corner of his mouth and very obnoxiously whisper-shouted, "this guy won't hesitate to stab the fuck out of you."

"OW!" Phil yelped, followed by a chuckle as Pink whacked him on the head playfully.

"You two can go," Phil gestured to Purpleza and Greyza. "Those two are edgy as shit, mate."

Tommy burst out laughing, startling both Techno and Wilbur, not too long after laughing aswell. That left the bright yellow thing.

"Loves fashion, will bombard you with anything related to style and looking good, this motherfucker is ALWAYS proud of himself." Yellow yelled a quiet 'Hey! >:(' before he too disappeared.

The three boys were amused, but something was missing.

"Hey!" Tommy exclaimed, it finally clicking for him. "Where's the red one?"

"Oh yeah, where is he Phil?" Wilbur echoed, while Techno simply stared with a questioning look. Phil started to get anxious all over again. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he shouldn't have told them. Maybe he shouldn't have been so weak, so damn useless-

No, Phil, pull yourself together. You're not useless.

He highly doubted that last statement.

"Uh.." he stammered. "Uhm, he's uh, busy, yeah, busy! He'll meet you some other time, don't worry about it," Phil attempted to reassure them, but Techno wasn't buying it. He remembered Tommy saying something about him hearing a replicate of Phil's voice taunting Phil.

"Phil, he's the one who called you useless, isn't he?" Techno asked, though his tone of voice made it seem more like a demand than anything.

Wilbur and Tommy's eyes widened. "Is this true?" Will asked.
Phil looked at the ground, not wanting to make eye contact. He felt unnecessarily guilty, as if all of this was his fault. His silence answered their question.

"Well, fuck him, man! You're so much better than him, Phil. He speaks and never closes his loud damn mouth, he fibs too much, because everything he said is the damn opposite, y'hear?" Tommy made it as clear as possible without making himself sound angry at Phil or sad. He tried to sound reassuring.

"I agree with the child, Phil. You're an amazing person, I could not have wished for anyone better, and your support is through the roof!" Wilbur exclaimed, slightly raising his voice and throwing his hands up to emphasize the last sentence.

Damn, they never realised how much they relied on Phil. He was always there for them, and he could see through them, always being sure to give extra love and support when they were feeling down. All this time Phil had been going through all this and they failed to realise and do their role as best friends. As family.

"If anything, we're sorry, Phil. We should've realised something was wrong sooner, like you always do. We're the selfish ones here, not you." Techno said.

Philza looked at them, a stray tear falling from his eyes.

"Thank you."

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Dammn, first oneshot. Feels like I just wrote a crap ton of shit. I hope this is at least satisfying to you, Ary :''D

Around 2000 words, feeling proud of myself. Will work on second request and get it out tomorrow or the day after hopefully. Hope you enjoyed reading! <33