It's been ten years and every day never stopped being a blessing for a man who was supposed to die afraid and alone at Freddy Fazbear's. The scars that decorated his face have begun to fade away as more silver took over the still messy mop of brown hair. Each morning still felt like a gift for Phillip Gray as he got up at 6 AM and cooked breakfast for his household and the Foxtrot Bar and Restaurant. Foxy and Alby are old now but they still have some of that kit bounce, but they're not here for the reunion. They're at home, curled up alongside the hearth of a District 6 home.
It'd be a lie to say that the last decade had been easy for Phil to handle but he knew there was much to be done. Just as he's done all his life, his actions took him behind the scenes, making sure appointments were kept and people were checked upon. Though his time in the Games was shorter than some of the people converging into the festival, he offers kind words, an ear to listen, and a homemade treat he's donated. He mourns the lost ones with a solemn and silent prayer, keeping the memories as close as the friends and family he's developed.
Phil has worn many titles in these past forty-two years: waiter, manager, Phone Guy, victor, and rebel to name a few...but the one he's the most proud of? Father.
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It'd be a lie to say that the last decade had been easy for Phil to handle but he knew there was much to be done. Just as he's done all his life, his actions took him behind the scenes, making sure appointments were kept and people were checked upon. Though his time in the Games was shorter than some of the people converging into the festival, he offers kind words, an ear to listen, and a homemade treat he's donated. He mourns the lost ones with a solemn and silent prayer, keeping the memories as close as the friends and family he's developed.
Phil has worn many titles in these past forty-two years: waiter, manager, Phone Guy, victor, and rebel to name a few...but the one he's the most proud of? Father.