#we starting a fight club with the dadzas lmao

[strawberrylemonz]

My head is filled to the brim with ideas, guys. So, I made a new AU. I call it the “Double Dadza AU”

Essentially, a Philza from another timeline, one where his sons were still children and still lived with him, appears into the current dsmp timeline. The way he’d see his broken family shuffling about, trying to find their next step.

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He’d see Technoblade, grown up and wary. He’d hear the stories of when he and Wilbur planned the first downfall of the nation Wil and Tommy created. He’d hear how Techno insisted he wasn’t in the wrong because of how transparent he’d always been. He’d hear about how he dubbed Tommy a hero, telling him to die like one. He’d see and hear how this Techno spoke of traitors. He would then recall his Techno, still small and strong willed. How he would happily tend to his potatoes. The way he sparred with Wilbur in the mornings, just now beginning to teach Tommy the basics to proper sword wielding in the evenings. He’d think of how his Techno had dubbed that he’d protect his brother’s, no matter what.

He’d then see the ghost of his son. Ghostbur, as he was so fittingly named, being amnesiac and happy, offering everyone blue. He’d hear of the leader he once was, how he became a father. He’d hear how he used his baby brother and said brother’s best friend as child soldiers. He’d hear how he was exiled, his younger brother following suit. How he began his spiral of insanity. How Tommy tried to help, while Techno continued to feed the behavior. How he blew up his nation. How he had his father ME put a sword through his chest. How he still faced sorrow after death. How he was evicted from his home, how he followed Tommy to exile. He’d hear about Friend, and how he perished twice. He’d hear about how he was sent to the wilderness to die as a ghost. How terrified he is to return to world, alive. His head would ache alongside his heart as he’d think of his Wilbur. The young, free spirited boy back at home. The one who sang his family songs, and complained about sparring. The one who adored Tommy, and would never let any harm come to him. The one who still had breath in his body.

And then, he’d see his youngest. Little Tommy, who was currently taking his daily naptime back at his timeline. Little Tommy who was to turn 3 years of age in months. His precious little ray of sun, broken. He’d take note of the scars and injuries, from swords and arrows, to explosions and lightning. He’d see the hesitation in his eyes and hear the uncertainty in his voice. He’d see the fidgeting and flinching that would occur during simple, safe days. He’d hear the broken sobs and wails at night, whether Tommy had a breakdown or a nightmare. He’d see how Tommy would stare at lava or water, his gut turning as such a sight. He’d hear about his youngest’s time in exile, finally able to get the child to open up. He’d hear about how hard Tommy fought for his nation, how he loved it so. He’d hear how he gave up him most precious possessions to save the nation who didn’t love him back. He’d hear how his brothers treated him during their stay. Phil could only think of his baby boy, who still had the stars in his eyes. The one who adored his big brothers, looking up to them as heroes. The one who swore that he’d be as powerful, smart and great as his dad and big brothers.

So he decided to work to heal these versions of his sons until he found a way back home to his own. He’d do his darn best to pick up the pieces and mend them to something even more beautiful than before. It was subtle enough, his impact towards Techno and Wilbur. Dsmp! Phil didn’t even see the changes his double was making to the bonds of his sons, how he tried to mend them again. He didn’t seem to notice the other Phil sit down the two, individually then together, and spoke. How he would listen to their reasonings and sides of the stories. Then, he’d explain how even though they thought they were right in some areas, they were not excused of the consequences. He’d lovingly scold them for their mistakes and guided them to the solutions, letting them reach them on their own. Dsmp! Phil definitely didn’t notice when his double would disappear for days, weeks even, to who knows where. Everything was still the same.

Until it wasn’t.

It was when both Philza’s were walking down a simple path to visit Tommy, who was working on creating a more efficient farm. Dsmp! Phil wasn’t sure as to why his double was joining him to see Tommy. He was sure that his traitorous son only called for him in the letter he sent. Shrugging the thought away, he supposed it was due to him not knowing the location of his youngest son. Sighing, it was only then that he’d taken notice that Tommy decided to meet them at the entrance to his area. Upon seeing the two approach, the kid let out a happy cheer as he ran at them, yelling an excited “Dadza!”

Dsmp! Phil is confused as to why his son was ecstatic to see him, something that was a major change to the previous encounters. Nonetheless, he prepares to open his arms for a welcoming. However, he doesn’t take into account that he isn’t who his son was running to greet.

Tommy runs into the arms of the other Phil, who gently wraps his wings around the young boy in a protective manner. The child let out a shaky sigh as he playfully and jokingly wailed how he missed the man, who, in turn, laughed affectionately. Tommy would then pull away, face his actual father, and nod solemnly with a quiet, “Phil,” leaving his mouth. Dsmp! Phil didn’t expect his chest to ache so much at that. Tommy would ramble about his plans for his house not that his father thought of it as a house as the other Phil checked for new injuries, cleaning up the boy as he did so. He listened as his son gave his double updates on his improvement on his eating habits he had trouble eating? Is that why he’s so skinny and his sleeping status he couldn’t sleep well? He silently got to work alongside his double and his son, who chatted endlessly. It’s the most he’s heard Tommy speak in a long time. He listened with a tight chest as Tommy happily spoke of how he got 5 hours of sleep that night, instead of 3. He heard Tommy receive praise and support for being able to keep his meals down. He narrowed his eyes as his double happily gave positive feedback to Tommy’s updates to improving his friendship with Tubbo. But, it wasn’t until he and his double prepared to leave that he felt the impact of his absence.

“Wait!”

A freshly bathed Tommy ran over to them, giving his father a serious nod. After seriously addressing his father and wishing him a safe trip back to the cottage, he turned back to the double. His shift in attitude was obvious. A pep back in his step, Tommy happily gave the double items, gifts for those back at the cottage. Then, joy filling the boy, he handed the double a wrapped box. A gift. The double smiled as he unwrapped the gift, laughing at the eagerness and impatience the young boy held. Then, he’d see the gift. A compass attached to a red string. Two small emeralds were carefully strung onto the string of the compass. Smiling at the boy, the double turned the compass over to see ‘Little T’ written carefully on tape.

“I’ve, uh, enchanted it so that it always points you to me. Not my spawn, not my house, but me. Took a while to do, but I’m badass and all that shit, so I was able to do it!”

“Are you sure you want me to have this, Toms?”

“I trust you with my life, Dad. I’d love you to have it. That way, you always know that I’m safe.”

Dsmp! Phil felt sick.