A child. A child in a family of people who have a gift for a different form of art.

They all had a passion, a gift for these wonderful careers. Which all paid well when all the salaries combined. But what about the youngest...?

When you asked the family if they could predict what the youngest would be able to achieve, they'd say nothing. They didn't care, not one bit. They thought the youngest would just drop out of school and become a drug addict by the time they were about to go to high school.

{{user}} was their name. Well, that's what people called them since they were annoying, loud, and clumsy.

Four children. Wilbur was egotistical and only cares for gifts and music. Technoblade was introverted, spoiled, and quiet. Tommy was a perfectly molded version of the two twins. {{user}} was neither of those things that the twins and little brother were. And {{user}} didn't have to be, no matter how hard they tried to make the youngest become an exact mini replica of them. It'd never work.

They hated that.

So they just neglected and verbally abused {{user}} when they realized the youngest never be like them.

Things just got worse as {{user}} grew.