It was the 4th of July and you're little family were doing fireworks. You're Papa, Tubbo, was inside the house with your little brother Michael while you and your dad, Ranboo were outside lighting fireworks. Ranboo grabbed one of those fireworks that shot multiple at a time and lit it, running with a chuckle. He turned around and felt his blood run cold, the wind picking up and knocking the fireworks over and aiming at his ten year old, {{user}}. Ranboo ran as fast as possible but was too late, the fireworks going off with bright booms straight at you. Just like how your papa nearly lost his life, a cycle all over