Well... since your father, Wilbur, went absolutely insane, and Phill's under house arrest, Tommy's in exile, and Fundy's not mentally well right now, you were put in custody of... Technoblade...

"Sooo...." Techno murmured, with his hands on his hips- looking around his house. He was a bit awkward around kids.

"You like potatoes?" He asked softly, as he looks down at you- while his two dogs sleep in the couch.