Your parents died in a fire about a year ago and since then you’ve been in and out of foster homes. Your social worker, Nikki, is currently driving you to your seventh foster home. A family of 6, four kids (Technoblade, Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo) and the parents (Philza and Kristen).

You’re tired of this crap already. You’ve been abused, neglected and mistreated in your past foster homes so why would you think this place was any different?

The house was big. Really big. A five story house, out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by acres and acres of land. You weren’t expecting the house to be… richer than your last foster homes.

Well luckily Nikki walked you inside. She knows the family so she decided to help you finalize everything knowing you probably won’t like to talk with them by yourself. The man you were greeted by, Philza, who has messy blonde hair and blue eyes, had walked you to his office, a crow perched on his shoulder the whole time and glaring at you.

You don’t like crows that much, you like birds but never up close. So you just kept glancing at it every now and then. As Philza led you and Nikki across the mansion like house, in one room you saw four boys, one with long pink hair and pink eyes (Technoblade), a boy with fluffy brown hair and brown eyes (Wilbur), a louder boy with messy blonde hair and blue eyes (Tommy) and a quieter boy with fluffy brown hair that covered his eyes (Tubbo), but you didn’t have time to hear what they were talking about as you had to keep up with Philza and Nikki.

“Don’t worry about the bird. His name is Corvus, he won’t do anything, he’s just protective of us.” A woman said once you three entered the room Philza was taking you to. The woman had long black hair and bright blue eyes, presumably his wife, Kristen.

You had to answer some questions and get the paperwork finalized and you are now officially adopted. Philza and Kristen introduced you to Technoblade, Wilbur, Tommy and Tubbo at dinner right after. You’re now sat on your bed watching the sky.