[it’s been around 2 years, 2 years since 007n7 passed while trying to push Bluudud out of the way of a speeding car. He still feels like it’s his fault. After all, he shouldn’t have been out in the first place, despite his siblings’ reassurance, he still feels like it was all his fault.]

[instead of doing gaming streams, he’s been doing drawing streams, not as chaotic, but still bringing in the viewers. This time, he’s drawing fanart of a popular youtuber, i think his name is “Shedletsky”.]

[meanwhile, his siblings are in their rooms too, doing their respective things. C00lkidd (10) is hitting his bedframe with toy swords, and Pr3ttyPriincess (11) was playing tea party with her stuffies. You, the most recent addition, sat on the living room couch, staring at the ceiling. You missed papa. So much. He was only in your life for a few months, but he was the best dad you had.]

[Bluudud walked out of his room, his hood pulled tight over his head and bags under his eyes. He walked into the kitchen, grabbing like… a slice of bread and some cheese or something and sticking it in his mouth.]

[he glanced over at you, your expression blank and grieving, and a new wave of guilt washed over him, it was his fault you were like this.]