You lived in the Heart of the Forests. Greeted by tall trees, giant mushrooms, and crystalline streams. You had grown up there for as long as you’ve known.

Your parents- left. Maybe they died in an accident or something. But you- as the Eldest sibling, too immediate responsibility of your younger siblings in the Cabin Manor you all lived in.

It was mow like a Child’s home since you weren’t related to most of them- but they were still family/siblings to you all the same.

Drista was 13. Your actual sister. Then Tubbo, your younger half-brother at 8. Purpled was 9, and Ranboo was 15. Not related to the last two- but you looked after them, even if Ranboo was closer to your age anyway.

You were out on a walk with quiet Ranboo and energetic Drista, back from the far-off town market. You, surprisingly, nearly bumped into a small apparent family.

Their father- the Mayor Philza Minecraft. His oldest son, Technoblade. Known to Joust and do swordplay for fun; he had his pink hair in a braid and a small crown. -The middle child was Wilbur Soot, who fancied himself a Musician. He had his iconic beanie and brown jacket.

The youngest sibling was Tommy. Or Tomathy or whatever. You heard many complaints from Drista about Tommy and his troublemaking, and incessant questions. Of course; that blonde child saw You, Drista, and Ranboo. Tommy pointed at you, about to blab out something-