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I have so many prompts in my head and I want to share so....

Updates would be around Monday-Friday. 

And about Dream of Wonderland, it will now be updated at Saturday or Sunday. If I don't procrastinate so much. 

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Once upon a time, in a faraway land, rise three kingdoms, the kingdoms was always on the verge of war.

But, these kingdoms weren't always like that, once it was peaceful and nice, long ago stood the three heroes of unity, one from each respective kingdoms. Though, something happened, and the three heroes died. Most have accepted that this was an act of betrayal from the other kingdoms.

Some say it was part of a bigger conspiracy caused by outside forces, this however, is dismissed as false. No matter what you believe, the dark truth is forever buried in the obscure land we call history.

Now let's not dwell in the past too much, shall we? After all, our main attraction is in three peculiar princes from these kingdoms.

Ranboo, a prince from a country who finds high worth in knowledge, magic, and art, a country who mainly worships the Great Dragon. Now, his memories isn't the best, and uses his precious memory book to help him, he can't help but be slightly look down upon the court members, as they believed that those who forget doesn't find worth in the knowledge they had seek.

Tubbo, a prince from a country with the highest amount of foreigners, be it for trade purposes or personal travels. With great deals and beautiful sceneries, his home country is always loud and lively, a perfect spot to have yourself some fun. If you decide to ignore the ever so looming threat of war. Tubbo isn't too interested in whatever royal meddlings his family have to do, or anything related to foreign business and the likes, he is rather suited to play and cause mischief with the boys and girls down the streets and hung around with the bees.

And Tommy, the prince of the third kingdom, the kingdom with the highest power, be it military or influence. Due to how mysterious and alien his home feels, they are often villianized. After all, it was mostly belived that it was the hero from his kingdom who striked the first match and died by their own hands. People said that the royal family is cold and merciless, was stripped of any capability to empathise, a cursed family. But they were wrong, because to him, his family is the most kind-hearted people he had met.

Here's the tale of the encounter of the three princes.

Tommy and Tubbo met when they were outside of the castle walls, Tommy was out as his family had allowed him to as long he does not made himself known and have someone to look over him, Tubbo went and snuck away in his commoner guise. The two stumbled upon each other and became quick friends that day, although Tubbo was a bit intimidated by the unintentional icy stares that Tommy gave along his tall stature. The two became friends not as Tommy and Tubbo, but as Tom and Bee.

Ranboo felt tired of being mislabled as ungrateful, even though he has his family defending him, he felt lonely for he has no friends outside of said family. And so, he wrote down a letter to whomever finds it in hopes to be his friend, sent it with his messenger owl and waited. Tommy on the other hand, is pretty content to have his friend Bee, until one day he saw a messenger owl in front of his bedroom window, he called out to it, saw the message and wrote a reply. Sent it back with his messenger crow, and that's when a new friendship started with the aliases of R and T

Tubbo and Ranboo met on a political meeting with their kingdoms, not bothering the topic of discussion, they grew closer by the minute, and in a week or so becomes good friends. This is the first time a pair of friends does not have to hide their true identity as princes of opposing kingdoms.

Meanwhile, Tommy felt a feeling of unease and subtle loss and decided to venture out to sea for a breathe of fresh air, and came across an uncharted island, he ventures in with his supervisor to find a hideout that seemed to be made by a mixed of architechture styles, most notably, the old architechture of the three kingdoms and another one, a forgotten kingdom.

Within there, memories of the three heroes were left preserved, which leaves the question: why is this place abandoned? Why is it not in any map he sees? If the theory that the fall of the three (four?) heroes were true, then this is solid proof. And in the hidden room of this base in which his supervisor found in a complete accident, lies a prophecy.

A prophecy of the downfall of the heroes, a meeting of unexpected circumstances, a reunion, and a country forever erased by war.

Question is, will it come true, or will they change the wheels of fate?

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Theseus, one of the most infamous phantom thief, right behind the now arrested Dream, soar through the night. His next target, they don't know. And before they knew it, it was too late, the treasure was obtained, and he disappeared into the night and the ever glowing city skyline.

Tommy is just your everyday ordinary sixteen year old, well, for the most part.

He goes to school, yes, but he somehow managed to enter the one where it's kinda hard to enter in the first place. How he pays his tuition? Simple: part time jobs.

How does this particular 16 year old be having a job? Well, he's quite tall for his age, so he just said that he is 18. Simple!

Working in retail pays off, he gets to eat. Back at his boarding house, he practically lives alone in his part. He does the cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. all by himself. A perfect example of an independent boy.

But it took a toll on him, you see. He's been alone ever since he can remember. Parents nowhere to be found.

He doesn't need them anyway, he has his friends for support! Like, the business bay! They're like a close knit family. 

Deo and Wisp, sure, they weren't in high school anymore, and Luke goes to a public school with other friends, so that leaves Bitzel, different classes sure, but same school nonetheless.

Then came, Tubbo.

Tobias Bee Schlatt, son of the big businessman, J. Schlatt. Tubbo said that he and his sister doesn't get to have a lot of close friends because they move around a lot, but hopefully they get to stay here longer. Again, different classes, but doable. 

There's two places where you could find Tommy, the bench next to the old oak tree where he would listen to music and at Cafés with the business bay.

A month after Tubbo's enrollment, a family of four, four? Four. came to the boarding house, of course, good first impression is good, so he tries his best to greet them politely.

He can't tell why are there two grown men debating about potatoes and a tall ass boy with dual colored hair looks in second hand embarrassment.

The old man, Philza apparently, tells him to ignore his sons bickering. Well, this house is going to be more lively than it was.

Later, he found out that the curly haired sweater boy's name is Wilbur and his twin, who looks like he just came straight from an anime is Techno. And that they are a family of three, monochrome is a friend's family. 

Back at school, he found out that monochrome, Ranboo, got enrolled under unknown circumstances, like him! An unknown buddy!

Now, juggling between school, work, a chaotic bunch of new neighbors, and thieving, is a hassle.

Meanwhile, a select group of police called 'The Hunters' recently recruited a new member, Clay.

"Wish upon a star, I might just tear your life apart."

So, phantom thief Tommy, and his odd life choices.

As we can see so far, we got plenty of group options so far, like business bay and sbi.

Phantom thief brainrot. 

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"Tell us what crimes have you committed to be here."

"I didn't do anything! I swear I didn't do it!"

"Do what?"

"...." 

It was just another peaceful day in L'Manberg, sure it's still a work in progress, but good enough.

Today Tommy's going to give something very dear to Tubbo as a symbol of absolute trust.

His Mellohi disc.

"That's all I wanted to do, I just wanted to show him I trust him."

"Then?"

"But I don't think I can trust myself now...." 

He called Tubbo to meet him in a place, alone.

Tubbo being Tubbo, well that sounds reasonable.

They meet up in the white house, so far it's secluded. Tommy felt a bad feeling as of late, maybe it's because he's giving him an item that is very valuable to him.

"EYYYYY, MR. PRESIDENT, TUBBO, MAH FREEEEN!"

"Hey, big man." this is going to be the last time he smiled.

"How's being President going for you?"

"Good, just fixing L'Manburg, but it's gonna be harder from now on." he sighs.

"Yeah..."

....

"Y'know, I was gonna—"

He wasn't sure what happened, but everything became a blur of something and the next thing he knows....

Quackity and Fundy swore that they heard screaming. They sort of ignored it, before realizing...

"Has anyone seen Tubbo?" Fundy was the first to point it out.

"Oh! He was going to meet up with Tommy!" Ghostbur, ever so unaware of the situation.

"Where?"

"Hmm, I don't know, he said it was a private conversation."

Unease filled the air, tension rises, the scream still rings.

"Is it just me or does the scream sounds a bit like Tommy's?"

....

"Big Q?"

"We need to go."

"wh–"

"NOW!"

The three of them enters the source of the commotion. What they see they do not prepare for.

No...

It can't be...

What awaits them was a dead Tubbo and a sobbing Tommy, all bloody and curled up away from the dead body.

"What the—"

"TOMMY WHAT DID YOU DO?!???!" Fundy barks, he may mature faster physically, but mentally? That's a whole nother can of worms considering the wars he participated in and his daddy issues.

"I'M SORRY I'M SORRY, I DIDN'T DO IT, PLEASE! BELIEVE ME, I DIDN'T! I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!" He wails

"Well that doesn't really explain the bloody weapon in your hands." Quackity pointed out.

Tommy looks at his hands, and threw the murder weapon away in terror, and continued to weep for his best friend dear.

"... Tommy, look we just wanted to know why-"

"I DIDN'T FUCKING DO IT! I didn't.... i didn't....." Quackity was cut off by Tommy, if the boy in front of him doesn't look broken now then he doesn't know what a broken Tommy looks like.

Ghostbur was floating in silence until.... "Why don't we investigate?" He suggests.

"...Investigate? INVESTIGATE? THE SCENE OF THE CRIME IS LITERALLY CLEAR AS-"

"Fundy, I know you're upset. But, Tommy could be framed. I mean, look at him! He's terrified."

"..." They wait for an answer from the fox, "fine, but for the time being, he's going to be detained in the courthouse. Ghostbur, if you may?"

"Okay, son!" He pulled off a childish smile and salute in a yessiree manner, Fundy only rolled his eyes.

"We declare TommyInnit guilty." The sentence of tne juries stabbed Tommy harder than the arrow in his duel with Dream.

As much he wants to think otherwise, the court is very much unbiased on one side or not.

The more biased ones, Quackity and Fundy, became the defense attorney and prosecutor respectively.

"Tommy I'm so sorry, I tried, I really do. But all evidence were supported against you, I'm sorry." Big Q apologizes over and over. "....Then you should've tried harder...." his voice has gone hoarse from crying, eyes red and puffy.

"I have decided that TommyInnit is to be exiled from L'Manburg and the Greater Dream SMP as punishment for the assassination of President Tubbo." The judge, he's not gonna care of who is it, declared.

Tommy could only despair, exile is a fate worse than death. If Tubbo became a ghost like Wilbur, he doubt that everyone would let him see each other.

Here he is. Out in the wilderness, no food, no tools, no armor, no shelter. He's alone.

Slowly but surely, bit by bit. He's slowly losing everything.

His sanity.

His hope.

His self identity.

Because who is he without Tubbo? Without Wilbur? He doesn't know and won't ever know.

Dream was certainly surprised when he was called to attend Tommy's trial as a jury. Another unfortunate news is that Tubbo's dead, darn. He was about to pull off something too.

So maybe that's why he's watching the boy from a distance, he takes a closer look at the boy.

He looks so lost, like a puppy who just lost its owner. It's a sad sight really.

Then, an idea came to mind. One that'll make his utopia a dream come true.

Just you wait, little pup, just wait a little longer.

Because for now, I'll only observe you from a distance.

Phil wasn't sure why he was called to the courtroom for Tommy's trial, because, what did the boy even do? 

He could only watch in silent horror as he found out that he was tried for assassination.

Sure, Tommy's not his son, but he knew that he and Wilbur was as close as brothers, Tommy had an awkwadr time talking to him, it must've been hard to watch the man who you saw as a brother figure die, by his own father at that.

What makes him so unsure of his exile was the fact that the victim of assassination was Tubbo.

Tommy's friend.

He thought he murdered George but, no, it was Tubbo. Which makes no sense, because Tommy would do anything for Tubbo, even going to hell and back barefoot.

So he knew something was wrong, all evidence calling him guilty be damned. The boy was clearly framed!

Now, if only they tell him where Tommy was sent...

Meanwhile, an ender hybrid was talking to a young bug loving ghost. Getting drag from place to place, not that he minds.

The ghost and he has a similar problem when it comes to memory. The ghost also points out that some of his behavior reminded him of his best friend.

The ghost claims that he hasn't seen him in a while, or wonders why everyone steer away from talking about him or his whereabouts.

For now, it's just him and the ghost, going hand in hand to find the best friend.

The ghost asked him to write down two particular things in his memory book as a sign of friendship.

'Tommy is NOT his killer'

'Do not trust anyone unless sure.'

"Okay, but like, did you ACTUALLY do it?"

"..."

"I don't know anymore....."

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Minecraft Manhunt, but make it phantom thieves.

Like, Dream is an infamous phantom thief and the hunters are cops hunting him down.

Or

Roleswap the hunters are the phantom thieves and Dream is a cop working solo. 

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The first time Tommy was announced dead in prison everyone reacted the way they do. The Eggpire celebrated, the syndicate could care less of the news, Sam was guilt ridden, and some genuinely grieved.

It was like that, nothing more.

Until it happened the second time.

And the third time.

And.... It became a twisted norm to hear the news about his death everyday. 

No.

This is wrong.

This is too much.

No one knows what to react to the concept that Dream is putting Tommy in a loop of life and death.

Confused?

Concerned?

...

Tommy doesn't even know what does he want now. Does he want to continue living? Die and have his peace? Those thoughts became an absolute blur.

Dream tells him about his plans on reviving Wilbur, of course, he fought, like a fool.

He was strangled to the point his vocal cords broke, but Dream still ripped it away to ensure that he can't tell anyone.

In the afterlife, Wilbur is getting pissed at Tommy for disappearing back to life. Schlatt well, he was quite morbid at the information. To think that Dream was that much of a nutjob to do this.

Tommy became a reason why none of the souls find interest in resurrection anymore.

When Tommy finally escapes, it was too late.

The damage has been done.

Sam tries to comfort him but he was greeted with hostility.

Tubbo and Ranboo was mortified at the sight of their friend. For Tommy looks deader than death itself, pale as if he was a vampire, bruises almost everywhere.

People tried to get his attention, Quackity, Connor, even Jack.

They couldn't stop him. He already made his decision.

Tommy looked down the rooftop of his hotel, or Jack's according to Jack.

It's high, high enough that if he were to jump, he'd die on impact.

He couldn't tell everyone what happened back in prison, Dream's plan, the afterlife.

Not like he can anyways.

He stood at the edge, just as the rooftop door bursts open, Jack calling out to him, wanting answers,

He jumped.

Why? 

Why isn't death coming?

What he did was unsurvivable.

So why?

...

Oh,

He had died so much that even death itself became tired of him.

He opened his eyes to the people who were genuinely relieved that he was alive,

But are now mortified than ever.

Indeed,

Revival is a punishment worse than Death 

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Another servant executed. It's been months since the reign begin and everything is spiraling out of control.

Other servants and guards alike went to him for a source of refugee after the loss of a family and/or friend.

Prince Dream welcomes them with open arms and listens to their concerns and complaints of the tyranny.

Indeed, prince Dream is an angel ascended from heaven compared than the current tyrant.

Dream knew of this, and smiles like a demon in disguise.

Dream didn't understand the change of the inheritance. He was supposed to be king! He had studied everything he can about rulership.

So why?

Why is his younger sibling inheriting it?

Dream didn't understand and refuses to do so.

The throne is rightfully his and no one elses.

After the loss of their father and him being the sole survivor to tell the tale, his mother ruled for a while until she inevitably fell ill.

Dream admired both his parents and the way they rule with such fierce, yet the people loves them.

He wishes to like them, and so does his sibling.

But, after his father's death, his mother has been focusing on his sibling more than she focus on him.

Yes, she still talks to him, but she refuses to even look at him in the eyes.

After his sibling took the throne, Dream saw the chance to show that he is the righful heir to the throne. So he twisted the mind of his 'sibling' into becoming a tyrant.

And so far, it's working.

A little manipulation never hurts anyone, right? No one has to know about that.

They'll see.

The kingdom will rejoice after prince Clay inherit his rightful throne.

Clay....

That name never did sit right with him. Not after the tragedy with his father.

So he told the court to call him prince Dream instead.

He never knew how this change hasn't reach the commoners ears yet.

But no one can know, surely.

No one can.

What will they think.

That their beloved prince Clay is long gone with the tragedy and prince Dream is only feigning his humanity.

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All you can remember is that your name is Ranboo, and that's the only thing you knew. Right now, you are in front of a house for other unfortunate children, like you.

The caretaker, Teacher, or Phil as he preferred, is a good guy to your knowledge. He's nice, although a bit off, but still nice.

"There's other children here, I want you to introduce yourself to them. You can do that, right? Don't worry, they're good kids, like you."

There's five rooms, one for each of you.

You stood on the first door. 'Wilbur and Ghostbur'.

There stood a boy, probably older than you, wearing a though oversized, yellow sweater with blue stipes. "Hi, I'm Ghostbur!" He smiles wide. "Usually we play with Theseus, do you want to join?" You tilted your head.

"Who's Wilbur and why we share a room?" he tilts a bit, "why he's my twin silly! Right now, he's not here, so maybe we can meet up after dinner, okay?" You nod.

The second door labeled with the name 'Tubbo'. 

The room was littered with bee plushies everywhere. There is no angle where you don't see a single bee in sight. There was another boy, around your age it seems, his green shirt and bow works well with his red poncho and headband. He was sitting on the side of his bed, holding a bee close to his chest.

"Are you.... The new kid teacher brought in?" You nod. "Well my name is Tubbo, but you already know that from the door, right?" You pointed out that you might forgot names at some points. "Oh, Ghostbur also have memory problems, I'll tell him, if he's awake, that is...." The boy got up and left his room.

The third door, 'Theseus'.

There's nothing much here, other than a collection of dice next to the books provided. Theseus is a boy with the sharpest blue eyes, more sharp than Phil's. He wore a red jacket over his white shirt, and he wears a green scarf he tied similar to a shoelace, maybe to match Tubbo.

"What's your name? Ranboo? Or is it Mark? Or maybe even David?" he questioned, which in turn, questions your identity. "Just kidding!" You stood there looking at hiw confusing this boy was. "Pfft, I mean, Theseus isn't even my real name but I'm not sure myself." He shrugs. You left immediately.

The final door, 'Technoblade'.

There was a boy, with pink hair, reading a book. His room also has toy swords on display. He looks up from the book to meet your gaze. He sat there, a bit shocked at something. You asked.

"Another dead person? I never thought the day would come." Dead? Is he talking about you? "The only other dead person I've met was Ghostbur, he may act lively, but his gaze says otherwise, that's why he's Ghostbur." You tilted your head on why did he point that out.

"I don't like talking to living people."

Dinner goes as well as it would be with these cast of children. You talk to Tubbo, who was talking to Theseus. Both asked if you've met Wilbur, you shook your head.

And back you go into the first room.

Now there was a boy, hair messier, in a long brown coat, hand in his pockets, and looked a lot more scarier than his twin.

"Are you Ranboo? Ghostbur told me about you earlier." You nod and asked about Ghostbur's whereabouts. "He's asleep right now, but maybe I should tell you stuff you should know, since Ghosbur and I are the oldest."

New information obtained:

Theseus is the youngest of everyone, yourself included.

Techno is protective of Theseus despite his dislike of the living.

No one but Phil knew of Theseus real name, he just used Theseus because last time he used his real name, it didn't go well.

Tubbo doesn't like flowers despite liking bees.

Ghosbur would give everyone 'blue' if they feel down.

'good night'

'sleep tight'

'sweet dreams, I love you'

Notes:

They all play the same role as their counterparts but their personality differs a bit

Roles:

Ranboo —> Allen

Philza —> Teacher

Ghostbur —> Rick (acts more like Letty)

Wilbur —> Letty (acts more like Rick)

Tubbo —> Chelsy

Tommy Theseus —> Joshua

Technoblade —> Stela

??? —> Cheshire Cat

??? —> White Rabbit 

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Nicholas Halo is a sweet boy despite his father's.... well, odd behavior. Sometimes he felt lonely but that's nothing that his pet fish  Mars couldn't fix!

Speaking of his father, Darryl Boyd Halo or 'Dr. Bad' as Skeppy calls him, is an interesting individual. He's a researcher who finds fascination in beauty in innocence, wishing to preserve them.

Anyways, back to Nicholas. His father tend to gift him dolls despite him being a boy, but since it's a gift from his father, he gladly accepts it. He loves his father so in turn he loves his dolls very much so.

Though he wonders why the dolls looked a bit real tho.

Nicholas was no fool, yes, he may be young, but he knows what his father is doing. He says he was just doing his research and nothing more, but he knew that he and his helper....

"Nick? What are you doing here buddy? Didn't I told you that you can't come down here?"

"Sorry papa, I just wanna see you work."

"It's okay, but you still shouldn't have come here. Maybe when you get older." The way papa smiles brings warmth to the cold basement.

"Really?" Oh the innocence he still has.

"Yes, really."

"Okay papa, I'll go back upstairs." Nicholas was soon gone from his sight.

Bad sighs, if he lets his boy grow any older, the more tainted he'll become. He can't have that, he must preserve his beauty.

There were too many instances where his son has shown he was getting tainted bit by bit. For example, the one time he caught Nicholas playing around with a mini chainsaw.

He just can't believe that lady wants their son to be just like him, he whom has been tainted long ago, no, he can't have that. So that's why.... 

This newest project will need to be treated with extra care :)

Or we can go the SBI route with Phil and his sons, that's also an option. 

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Philza Minecraft, a scientist of great ambition, and a doll obsession. Great single father of three, he loves his sons, he really do. He and his late wife had raised these boys to their very best. They were his pride and joy.

Let's talk about these boys, shall we? 

Technoblade, the oldest of the three, oldest of the twins. Really mature despite being fourteen. He who mastered complex literature from such a young age. This is mostly influenced by his late mother who would read them complex books instead of normal childrens books before bed, and he got curious. So he would read and read but doesn't forget to cherish his brothers and father. He also took interest in fencing after he saw one of the mansions servant tackling a fencing dummy.

Wilbur, the middle child and the younger twin. Roams around with constant mood swings. He's really fascinated with music and wishes he could play an instrument, he mastered the guitar, pretty good with the piano and is teaching his younger brother to play as well. He's also very curious about the world that they live in, the way people would use different sounds where only the local inhabitant understand, how it creates some sort of confusion, how a specific way of lines and curves being shaped into a letter that only locals understand, the way land and conditions influence ones culture. Truly a fascinating world we live in.

Tommy, the youngest of the brothers. The family's precious treasure. He walks around the mansion with a smile plastering his face, like it's permanently ingrained there. Now, he doesn't really have a specialty like his big brothers and that makes him jealous of them sometimes. But, he loves them so much he'll let go of the feeling for them, besides, papa will never abandon him just because he doesn't have a special talent. 

Tommy has this little cow plush he names Henry and sometimes Henry will tear, he always ask mama to patch him up and make him feel better, but since mama is gone he asks the maids, Tommy thought to himself maybe he can try and master stitching. There is this one particular maid who Tommy's favorite of the bunch, Clara was her name. She teaches Tommy on stitches and sewing.

Phil really loves them, really do. And he wishes the best for his boys, the same would be said by his wife.

Though their definition of 'best' would differ from each other.

Phil wants to preserve their curious, innocent little mind. Their purity. Their beauty. The more they mature, the more tainted they become. He regrets letting the twins mature past twelve. Their mother was a bad influence in this, but he still loves her so.

His wife, however. Wishes for their boys to mature and reach adulthood. The way their sons inherent their father's curious mind, the mind the made her fall for him in the first place. She would sometimes test out if they really do have their father's mind.

The first instance is when Technoblade was freshly thirteen. He took a walk outside of the mansion alone and found a chainsaw, curious as he is, he tinkers with it until he figures out on how to activate it, he swings the item around and when he saw the way the device cuts through a crate, it became one of his favorite items in the mansion.

His father scolds him of the chainsaw, while his mother gifts him a mini chainsaw in secret a week later.

Wilbur has a.... less messy tendency. Ever since he discovered lighters and matches, so many things had been charred and burned. At one point, he set a bird on fire because he was curious. His father was mortified when he saw a burning blue jay and his mother sent him rats to set fire.

One day, Techno came to his mother who was playing with Tommy at the time looking, well, bloody to saw the least. It seems that he had saw open a rabbit's head clean off. Mother promised to keep it a secret as long as he do it more carefully.

Wilbur is also slowly becoming more like his father, from moles to rats, birds and the likes, he would test them on so many things. Sometimes he would request hundreds of thrm, his mother only pat him on the head.

Tommy, she was still quite unsure of. Maybe, he is more like her than his father. Though the maids would gossip on how the youngest would make some 'interesting' comments at his cow plush.

Phil also has his own quirks. Presenting his more successful subjects to their sons as gifts. Forbidding their sons to come down to his workshop in the basement. Having a knack on not letting their sons keep sharp items in their room.

Ah, such a lovely family indeed :)