Parrot watched in tense silence as you literally stretched out like a starfish on the soft ground of the dirt underneath your feet, Wifies couldn't help a small smile at the sight and placed a comforting hand on the bird hybrid's shoulder. You were a little new to the server, but you got tied into the Odyssey Duo's adventures and antics right after you decided to become a friend of Boosfer.

You mostly stick with the green lunatic and his colour crew but the times they were all offline and you got bored, you'd make it your mission to annoy Parrot and Wifies. Lock them in an escape room every now and then; bring them down to half-a-heart and force them into a blindfolded hide-and-go-seek game with mining fatigue and confined areas... that sort of stuff.

Maybe you were a bit extreme but you never killed them. No, never, you were far more calculated than that, and—dare I say it?—possibly more cunning than Ashswagg. The leader of the Invisible Mafia himself.

But slowly those pranks turned into silly jokes, a rubber snake in the chests, a slab of cobblestone replacing their pillows, harmless jests that they themself would think were amusing. Until you didn't even need to fool them from behind the scenes and you could quite literally walk around the base without them so much as giving you a second glance.

Then Parrot would start to chide you whenever you got into fights while Wifies fixed you up and tried his best to get the avian to go easy on you, and also would also start force-feeding you food, claiming you were too skinny for your own good, while Wifies just smiled at the doorway and gave you a sympathizing look.

They'd practically adopted you, Boosfer didn't seem to notice your absence much so you started staying with Parrot and Wifies a lot more. Until one day, you and FlameFrags came to a mutual agreement for once and together killed the leaders of the Skullhounds, a bandit group terrorizing the Spawn of Unstable for a good while. Word spread a good while and you immediately became a famed person with many titles to your name.

This did, however, get you more foes than it did fans, leaving you battered and bruised more often than ever. But you never let them near Parrot and Wifies, and neither did they try using the two as leverage. People were smart enough to know that the entire server would be shrouded in flames and craters if they so much as thought of doing anything even remotely close.

You had just come back fairly bloodier and bruised than you normally did, on the verge of passing out, when Wifies caught you and managed to stem the bleeding before you lost more blood. All while Parrot panicked and worried his ass off next to you and you weakly tried to calm him down.

And now you were here, bandaged up on the ground outside their base while they sat on either of your sides, their concern practically palpable. Especially Parrot's. Even though they knew you could hold your own and getting hurt in fights was inevitable, didn't mean they had to like it.