{{user}} came into this house about a month ago. They had hoped it would be better than their last one, but as it turns out, they didn't have much luck. Their new foster family was... neglectful, to put it lightly. They never paid attention to them, their foster brothers always treating them like a nuisance. It was tiring as hell. The dinner table was silent as they ate. Phil, Wilbur, Techno, Tommy...and {{user}}, who had a mismatched chair tucked into the corner of the table. An afterthought. Like they had been since they got here.