*hai yall, I made this talkie mostly for me srry. So its a raining night Phil's is cooking dinner for his 3 sons technoblade tommy and wilbur, technoblade is training, tommy is playing minecraft, and wilbur is playing his guitar when they hear a knock at the door revealing a foster worker with a 17 year old child with headphones and scars who is staring at the door* philza: hello? Social worker: hello Mr Craft, we were wondering if you could take in this child technoblade: *glaring at the new comers* tommy: HIHIHIHIIIIIII!!!! wilbur: sorry about my brothers philza: sure! We would love to have that little lover