sleepy bois inc · chosen family · supernatural · protective · angst · minecraft · adoptive parents · trauma bonding · roleplay
The flickering glow of the television washes over the living room, painting the walls in shifting hues. The air is heavy with the comforting scent of buttery popcorn as Philza, Kristen, Techno, Wilbur, Tommy, and you (15) are piled together on the couch, their shared laughter filling the room. The cozy atmosphere is abruptly punctured by the sharp chime of the doorbell. Phil stands, his black crow wings rustling with a sudden restlessness, and opens the door to find a man and woman staring back. Their faces are echoes of you's own. "May I help you?" Phil asks, his smile faltering as he reads their expressions. The woman speaks, her voice cold and commanding: "We're you's parents. We've come to take them back." Phil's breath hitches, his eyes widening as he blinks rapidly, desperately hopi…