-This Story is a bit on the mature bit, so as a warning, there will be a slight change in the tone, (character alcohol drinking.) This is to reflect on the events that happened, and what realistic effects that could extend from a loss. So of you guys are sensitive to this kind of thing, your warning is now.-

It took a long two months for Philza to recover, at least by Nihachu's standards, for him to be actually released from care. Philza forced a leave, after about two weeks after he woke up from the disaster. And it took him a longer time to build his house, right over the area where the ruins of the room was. He still wasn't done, as it took a lot out of him, having to constantly take breaks and rest.

Nihachu or Niki, kept a constant watch on him during the time, and had to often have someone bring the hybrid back to the bed, after finding him passed out. She didn't know how he was before, but it concerned her, as she had heard from past stories from Wilbur, about how his father was caring, understanding and somewhat lazy, but always alert and knew just about everything that he did as kid. This man, she saw wasn't lazy, instead being more of a man that worked hard no matter what. She had a feeling that the death of Wilbur changed him, as much as it changed her. She no longer felt the same pride and love for the country she once stood by Wilbur with. Her heart was gone, and she could see that in the man. She finally allowed him to go, seeing that he was stubborn about staying in recovery to fully heal as much as his body would, but she still kept an eye on him.

Philza spent another month to finally finish up his house, a small building that sat in front of the ruins of the room, as if hiding it from the world. He then allowed himself to rest, deciding to spend the rest of the time watching the country, the people who lived here, to see why his son did what he did.

He was just about to sleep when he heard a knock on the door and he got up and opened it. When he opened the door, he saw a scruffy looking fox hybrid looking up at him.

Philza immediately remembered that Technoblade had said that it was Wilbur's son, Fundy, and he sighed. He noticed that the poor boy's clothes appeared to be dirty, as if he had been sleeping in the dirt for a bit. A hole more likely, Philza thought. But what worried the Harpy more was that the fox hybrid looked like he was starving.

"Come in," Philza said in concern. He even reached out to pull the boy inside and the next thing he knew was that the boy was hugging him and crying.

Philza let the boy do his thing, and even wrapped his arms around the child. As he let Fundy let out his emotions, he stood there and did his best to comfort the boy. He knew exactly the hurt and the loss of Wilbur did to them.

It was a good hour later that found that Fundy was asleep on the bed, and Philza was downstairs sitting at his table and thinking, while drinking out of a glass bottle he had gotten after putting the fox into the bed as the kid had passed out from exhaustion. It was the first time that he had done this, but Philza felt that he needed it. Never before had he drunk anything but water, but things had changed. He needed to dull the pain in his heart.

His thoughts were on how he was going to take care of a fox child, his grandson, in place of his son. He wondered how Wilbur had raised Fundy, and from gathering information before heading home, he found that his son had hovered over the child. If he parented the way he did with Wilbur, then that was something that would probably be a dramatic change in the boy's life. But hovering over the boy wasn't healthy, he thought. Plus Philza had no idea of even how to do that. He had always took a hands off approach in raising his boys. He wondered if that effected Wilbur, as the boy growing up wanted more attention then what Philza gave.

He decided that he'd have to meet a middle ground, and allow the fox boy the freedom that Philza provided, but add to that, a bit of care to making sure the boy was alright.

He heard a creak and saw the shadow of a form at the top of the stairs, before seeing the boy coming down. He was thankful that he made the boy wash up and change into a set of new clothes before he slept, as the child was wearing a set of clothes that was slightly too big on him.

"I'm sorry about all that," Fundy said, looking embarrassed. "I can-"

"You're welcomed to stay here until you decide otherwise," Philza interrupted, putting the bottle down. He stood up and went to the small part that was the kitchen and started to search through the cabinets to get two glasses. He then filled one of the glasses with water, and sat it on the table and motioned to a chair, while sitting back in his orginal chair.

Fundy was surprised, seeing the winged man pour some kind of clear green liquid into his own glass, and he took the offered seat.

"From now on," Philza said, taking a sip from his glass. "This can be your home. You're my grandson after all. It's now fallen to me to make sure that you're safe."

The Hybrid watched the boy's face light up quickly his tail wag slightly, before being replaced by a look of skepticism. He felt a small amount of happiness, seeing the boy's tail still wagging in joy.

"What's the catch?"

"There isn't really any," Philza said,calmly. "You can come and go as you please. Just respect my privacy and don't go into my stuff, clean up after yourself and don't destroy anything in the house."

"I can do that," Fundy responded. "But you can't call me a furry. I hate when people do that."

"Deal," Philza said. "Oh also you'll need to bring or make your own bed. I'm not having fur on my sheets, alright?"

"That's fine," Fundy agreed. "I'd rather have my own bed anyways. It'll be kind of creepy sleeping with an old man."

Philza sort of snorted in humor, as he started to take another sip, but he smiled in response to the snarky comment.

"Alright, you lil shit," Philza said, motioning to the glass in front of the fox hybrid. "Drink the water. I can't have you thirsty."

The man finished the drink in the glass, and poured himself another glassful. He watched Fundy drink his water, and then head out of the door without a word.

The Harpy hybrid let the boy go, as he continued to finish his drink. His thoughts then went back to how he was going to raise and carry for the boy properly.

A period of time passed for Philza, he wasn't keeping count again, in that time, he learned about Fundy. The fox hybrid was a prankster, mischievous, but still a kid. Even though the kid tried his best to be good. In this time, Philza got closer to his crows, and started to spend a bit more time listening to them, almost to a point that was dependent. But he still paid enough attention to make sure that Fundy was fed, clothed and healthy.

The first real time he got to spend time with his grandson was when he was mining. He was sort of talking to a small group of his crows, who came underground with him. The hybrid was talking to the murder of crows, when he got a message through his communications device, with Fundy asking if he had coal. Philza shook his head and responded with a yes answer. Fundy then asked if he could have some, and Philza told him no. The hybrid expected Fundy to get his own coal, mostly because he couldn't yet spare any himself.

Please grandpa?

What's in it for me?

I'll keep calling you grandpa.

Philza suddenly found diamonds and he was distracted with the vein, as he mined it out. While he did that, he heard the chatter of his crows, who were also excited that their Dadza was happy.

Philza responded quickly with a 'k,' and went back to digging and listening to his the chatter of his birds.

Where are you?

Philza ignored the question, instead talking to the crows with him, responding to something that was said. He heard the beep, signaling that another message had come in, but he didn't look immediately. He had just found a lava lake and he wanted to see if there were any diamonds around it. Of course he heard the beep again. And then a minute later once more.

He paused his digging to take a short break after not finding the diamonds he hoped for, and pulled out the device. He saw Fundy calling him grandpa twice, and then a remark.

I got that you have trouble hearing and reading, but I need you to tell me where you are. :)

Philza rolled his eyes as he then saw a new question.

Father of fathers, where art thy?

The Harpy hybrid sighed as he knew the boy could just call him if he so desired. He decided to not respond immediately. If the boy wanted coal that bad, he could simply mine it himself.

Excuse you, it seems that you are unable to talk. That is rude. Please, I need your coal grandpaps.

Philza smiled, as he learned that was Fundy's way of buttering him up. The boy was trying to be sweet, but the hybrid knew better. Whatever the boy was doing, probably was trouble.

Phildad?

Philza chuckled as his birds started talking about the beeping and whomever was trying to talk to Philza. He shook his head and decided to continue to rest and ignore the messages. And two beeps were heard.

Philza went back to mining after a minute and that was when he heard the device start ringing. The hybrid chuckled and he continued to mine in search for the diamonds he needed. But he did pause long enough to answer and put it on speaker.

"Hey," Philza answered.

"Hey," Fundy responded. "Hey listen. Where are you right now?"

"Everywhere and nowhere, at the same time."

"Oh my god, you're such a-grandpa," Fundy retorted. "Hey. I need coal."

"Oh that's nice," Philza said, as he continued to dig. "Maybe you should mine for it."

"No, listen," Fundy said. "I'm actually able to trade. You see, I have a bogey with me."

"A what?"

"A bogey," Philza heard the fox boy inform.

"That you picked out of your nose?" Philza asked, not sure what the boy was talking about.

"No."

"Are we talking snot that you're wanting to trade?"

"No," Fundy answered, with a voice that the Harpy could tell the boy was smiling. "But this is big, it's really big."

"You're really not explaining what it is you have," Philza told the boy, smiling.

"I need the coal," Fundy said, evading the comment. "Phildad."

"Stop calling me that," Philza told the boy, as his speech devolved into laughter. "Coming from you, it's just weird."

"So what is it that you have to trade?" Philza asked, finally calm enough to speak.

"I have a bogey," Fundy answered, stammering.

"You're still not explaining what it is," Philza said, as he continued to dig. "I'm just going to assume that it's snot, because you're a child. I'm going to assume that you're a child fox that has picked his nose."

"This is unBEARable," Fundy responded, exaggerating some of the words, trying to sound frustrated. "That you're not cooperating. I can BEARly keep my composure."

"Please come, clos-er," Philza heard, as he stopped and took a breath, as he listened to the boy. "Clawser."

Philza narrowed his eyes as he remembered briefly seeing a bear with a name similar to that.

"Have you yoinked a polar bear?!"

"I need coal," Fundy said.

"You yoinked a polar bear," Philza said, rolling his eyes and heading back up to the surface to see what new trouble his grandson had created. On the way, he started hearing cries of Karl's name.

"I believe that my birds are telling me that that polar bear is Karl's," The Harpy hybrid told the boy. "Is that true?"

"Noo..."

"You're on thin ice," Philza stated, as he finally got to the surface.

"Legally he's mine," Fundy said.

"Do you know that there's a law that allows you, um," Philza heard Fundy explain. "When you purchase property within the Netherlands borders, no matter how far up or down you go, everything within the borders of your property you can claim. So you can do whatever the fuck you want with it."

"That's a law?" Philza questioned, in shock. "Fuck off!"

"It's real."

"That's ridiculous," Philza said, as he headed back to L'Manburg. He was also looking for Fundy as he traveled back.

"The thing about it," Fundy told the hybrid. "I'm legally allowed to build on top of someone's house and then claim their house as my own."

Philza didn't say anything, but he glanced at his birds, motioning for Craaws to fly. The bird did as instructed and Philza started using his ability to see through the bird's eyes.

"So you see," Fundy continued. "Quackity built his house in front of mine, so I built my house on top of his house. So now I own Quackity's house, but I need to finish the roof, and I need glass, and I need coal for that. So I have a Bogey for you."

Now the full story started to emerge, Philza thought to himself.

"This is the weirdest story I've heard yet," The harpy hybrid commented, as he saw through one eye what Craaws saw, and with the other eye where he was going. To normal people, this would have been difficult and distracting, but Philza had learned how to manage it to an art form.

"So this Bogey is legal?"

"Oh yes," Fundy answered. "Ready for trade."

"Unless it's something that I actually want, when I get there," Philza said in a slight irritation, as he walked on. He pulled out his device for a moment and he typed something in it. "I'm going to leave. Then afterwards anytime you ask me anything, I'm just going to hit you with this, every single time."

K

"I promise that I got something that you're gonna like," Fundy informed. "I'll be in L'Manburg."

"I swear to the gods," Philza said in irritation, as Craaws flew over the country, still searching for the tale tell sign of the red in Fundy's fur.

"When you get here," The fox hybrid said. "We can have an auction."

Philza laughed slightly, more out of disbelief then anything else, and then he sighed.

"I've got a feeling that I'm not going to want what you have," The man said, as Craaws found the fox. And Philza could see, as the bird landed in a tree near the kid, that there was no sign of a bear."

He immediately headed in the direction of where the boy was and soon arrived, seeing Fundy sitting on a log.

"Where's the bogey?" Philza said, irritation now clearly coming through his voice.

"I left it," Fundy said, pointing towards a location.

Philza rolled his eyes and he wanted to smack the child on the back of his head. But he refrained himself from doing it. The Harpy then motioned for his grandson to show the way.

"I got this Booger for you," Fundy declared, as he started to head toward the direction that he previously pointed at. "And it's beautiful. It's smooth and silky."

Philza didn't say anything, as he followed behind the boy.

"So what were you doing?" Fundy asked.

"I was mining for diamonds."

"Do you have silk touch yet?" Fundy questioned, stopping for a second to look at his grandfather.

"Not yet," Philza answered. "But give me a week and I'll have everything that I need."

"With my help, we can have it in six days," Fundy said, sounding sure in his standing. "Then the seventh day, you can-go fishing. Do you fish?"

"Not really," Philza responded. "Most of the time, I catch shit with fishing."

"Oh!" Fundy said, looking at his grandfather again, this time with a look of disgust. "You're supposed to catch fish with it. You're not supposed to catch shit with it!"

Philza looked up at the sky in exasperation for a moment and then laughed, as they continued to the destination.

"No listen," Fundy said. "I have some really good gear to trade. You're going to love it. We're going to have an auction, just you and me. I present the items, and you bid on them."

Philza wondered just what the boy had planned for this, and soon he was led into a building. But for a minute, the harpy hybrid saw the houses that Fundy had mentioned, and the extra room built on top of a bigger house.

"You know, that Quackity will burn his house down and take your house out too," Philza pointed out. He saw Fundy look at him with a blank look. "This is Quackity we're talking about."

The thought apparantly didn't occur to the boy, and Philza pinched his nose, chuckling.

"Anyways!" Fundy said, changing the subject. "On to the Auction!"

So Philza spent the next hour, spending time with his grandson, who attempted to scam him with things that were not at all good. The harpy hybrid saw through all the scams, and refused every offer, and pointed out occasionally that the boy was trying to swindle him. The man, kept his patience, as he had years raising two children who were about as opposite as they could be.

But Philza found himself sort of enjoying the time with his grandson, even though the child was trying to scam him. He realized that the boy needed a bit more attention, and he figured this was a way that he tried to get the attention that he desired. But it came with a bit of a cost, at times Philza would show his weapons to make sure the boy properly had incentive.

Finally in the end, Fundy showed the older hybrid the final deal. Which was a polar bear.

"I got Bogey."

"He looks stolen," Philza said, as he narrowed his eyes. "He's Karl's, isn't it?"

"No."

"Return the bear to Karl," Philza said, pulling his sword out and he saw that Fundy's eyes widened in fear.

Both knew that it was Philza's way of disciplining his children. And the man was sure that Wilbur had told Fundy of the many times that he got beat with the flat blade of the sword. So Fundy's reaction told him enough.

"Return the bear to Karl's," Philza ordered. "And remove the abomination on top of Quackity's house!"

"Alright," Fundy said, as he headed off to do as his grandfather instructed.

Philza waited, as he watched Fundy disappear. And he waited, looking up at the clouds. Time seemed to pass quickly for the harpy hybrid and finally he decided to check up on the boy, when the sun seemed to started to go down.

He headed back to the house that belonged to Quackity. He saw that nothing had changed and he rolled his eyes.

"I wash my hands of this," Philza said, sounding exasperated. "Whatever happens, is on you. Quackity is going to burn this down."

"He loves me here," Fundy said, trying to convince his grandfather. "We're best roommates."

Philza knew better. In the months that he got to know Quackity, he knew that the man wouldn't agree to this. So the older hybrid pulled out a flint and steel and started setting fire to Fundy's house.

"Stop! No, no. No," Fundy said quickly following behind, putting out the fires. "Stop being an arsonist grandpa."

"What will you do?" Philza challenged, stopping to look at the fox hybrid. "Put me in a nursing home?"

"No, I'll make sure that you never get into one."

Philza laughed and he started to set another fire, hearing Fundy respond with a positive, that he would do as he wanted.

"Phil," Fundy said, holding his hands up. "Are we friends?"

"What you're doing is very not friend like, Fundy," Philza told the boy. "To me, it looks like you want to start a fight."

"No.."

"Then promise me, you'll take this down," Philza said, motioning to the building on top of Quackity's house.

"I promise."

"If you don't," Philza said, looking his grandson in the eyes. "I'll never trust anything that comes out of your fox mouth."

Philza left the boy behind, deciding to trust Fundy with the task. He shook his head, as he wondered why everyone in his family was so chaotic. But he loved his grandson and he dearly hoped that Fundy would do what he was told.

The harpy hybrid decided to head back home for the day, hearing his crows inform him that Fundy was actually building more. Philza shook his head and frowned. He decided to let Quackity do whatever the man would do, once he found out. Fundy would just have to learn the hard way, he realized.

Philza arrived at his house and decided to spend the rest of the night relaxing with another few glasses of his drink, before bed. He knew that Fundy would come back home, once he was done with his antics. And Philza would welcome the boy back with open arms. He loved the boy as much as he loved his son, and the fox boy was the only thing that he had left of Wilbur. He found that he didn't want to know what would happen if he lost that boy.

He didn't want to know at all...