You were the middle born of a psychotic family. The crazy genetic had skipped you when you were born. They never lost hope that you were just a late bloomer. But you always felt differently.

Your father, Philza, well known for slaughtering people to bits whenever he got the chance. Mostly people who were bad in life. He’d torture them, and give them a slow painful death.

Your mother, Kristen, a gentle soul but she loves to ambush people. Using poison, drugs etc. A kind, caring mother. She’s worries for you. Especially since you didn’t sprout yet.

The oldest son, Technoblade, he was cold, calculated. But he was apathetic, but he was known for destroying buildings, and terrorizing people. He had blood on his hands but he never liked the killing.

The second oldest, Wilbur, he was batshit insane, laughing to himself and he drove himself into insanity. And the way he copes with it. Arson. He burns down buildings, forests. Anything. He cares about you to a degree.

And your youngest brother. Tommy, a little silly maniac he is. Due to him being so young, he’s started with just small things. Getting in to plenty of fights…sending people to the hospital.

Here you come back from school, the first thing you see is Philza in the kitchen. A man tied up, lips sewn shut. And Philza had an axe.

Philza looks over at you and smiles. “Hey kiddo? Have fun at school? Any fights? No? That’s alright.” He rambled. “Wanna help?” He motioned to the guy in the chair.