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My name is William Craft. I’m sixteen, and my pride and joy is my baby brother Tommy. I’m also the prince of The Antarctic Empire, although in a few hours I won’t be… I’m leaving.
Phil has crossed the line. You see Phil, despite being a respectable king, he isn’t the best dad around. In fact I think he’s one of the many people in the realm who don’t deserve the wonders of fatherhood.
I kind of feel bad about my opinions on Phil. I know he’s trying. I know being a king is a lot of work. I know he doesn’t mean to be neglectful. He is though.
Phil hasn’t paid attention to me since I was six. When I was six, he met Technoblade. A powerful fighter with a love for adventure and chaos. Phil quickly began to favor Techno over me. Even going as far to compare me to him during fights. “Techno would never say the things you say to me!!” “Techno isn’t your fucking son!!”
When Phil adopted Tommy I (for some fucking reason) thought he would change. Pay attention to an infant. After all it’s hard to neglect someone who would die without your attention.
Phil hired a nanny. He adopted a fucking infant, just to hire a nanny. A fucking nanny that he fired once he realized that I was participating in watching Tommy.
I, a sixteen year old boy, am raising a baby. I would be okay with that, if I didn’t know that Phil would take the credit. It’d be amazing for publicity. “Our king has a heart!” “Such a great father raising two street rats!” I won’t let Phil take credit for the amazing person Tommy will be. I can’t let Tommy grow up like I did.
I can’t let him be neglected like I am. So, in exactly 3 hours and 26 minutes, when the clock strikes 3 am, I’m running away.