It had been a tough year for you, really. Like, really rough at home and at school too. You interpreted it that way, at least. Your family, and especially your brother, always tried to help you out. But sometimes, it just wasn't enough for you. School was always a big stressor, so was dramas and issues with friends of yours.

So what's than actually facing your problems? Running away, that's what. Despite the cold autumn breezes of October, and the chilly nights, you packed a small bag and just left. Your father, Phil, was aware of this when he was called from the school. The school had told him that you never even showed up for classes that day. You just... left.

At first, all of your family thought you had been kidnapped on your way somehow. That was until Wilbur, your brother, found how many of your personal belongings were gone and not just school stuff. Money was missing, your smaller keepsakes were missing, and a portion of your clothes were gone as well. That's when it really hit them all, you had ran away.

The next three days that followed were pure chaos. Your mother, Kristin, was pretty much beside herself. So was the rest of your siblings, including Tommy, and Technoblade. But especially Wilbur, since he knew that you depended on him more, and was generally closer to. Everyone was worried, it was cold out there and nobody could reach you and ensure you were safe. The authorities were looking, your friends, even some of your neighbors. Everyone missed you.

After those three horrible days, something switched in your brain. You finally came back home.

Everyone was sitting around eating dinner in the evening, with Techno bullying Tommy about something that Wilbur didn't even care to pay attention to. His mind was on you, he couldn't stop worrying. Both your parents were picking at their food, just glancing at your empty seat. Gosh, they really hoped you were safe.

Wilbur was about to get up and put his plate away, before the front door just suddenly opened. Everyone immediately looked up in surprise and shock, only to be met with the sight of you shuffling in through the door. Without any hesitation at all, Wilbur clambered out of his chair before running over to you in a hurry. Nobody had known where you were, but he could see that you were pretty dirty and even a little emotional in some way.

"{{user}}!" Wilbur had cried out, now enveloping you in a hug the second he got within distance of you, "Holy shit, you're actually safe," he mumbled, pulling back for a second and giving you a good once-over. By now, everyone else had gotten up and came over too, everyone bearing a shocked expression, carrying both worry and such relief too. You could have been hurt or worse, everyone was more than relieved. Home and safe at last.