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Tommy was a witch. It was simple he was a witch following the prime god hiding away from the humans while the hybrids got all the glory. He loved hybrids even with being raised to hate them but when he meet his social worker; Jake he started liking them even more. Because he came from the world of Cha, he knew this because he was told but he doesn’t have any memories of Cha. The humanoids kicked the witched out thinking that they killed the queen elf. But after his parents were killed for them being witches he was taken and put on foster care and it fucking sucked. He’s been through 29 different homes most of them were shit but some of them weren’t that bad. Going into his 30th home was going to be fucking shit and he knew it. Knowing that the father is an avian hybrid and one of the sons that he adopted he may add is a piglin hybrid of the nether universe. His social worker Geo was cool he was a elf and the only way you could tell was the ear and the height. Driving to his new foster home was taking forever seeing how it was in a different city that was relatively small. He had all his stuff shoved in the back but that only included his violin that his kept in perfect condition, his clothing, skateboard, Nintendo switch gifted by Geo, and his gender fluid pride flag stuffed away into the bottom his his bag. He knew that he would be accepted there seeing how one of the sons was a Demi boy that was cool. But he still felt anxious about it. But he knew that Geo probably warned them about it just in case of when he felt different. He also had most of his witch supplies in there. He hoped the prime god would like if he made him a brew.
Does the prime god like tea? Tommy shook his head and the car same time a stop startling him. He opened the door and stretched his legs and yawned. His legs looking slight animal like with some other small animal feature around him seeing as his father was a raccoon hybrid. He abused him but his mother did not believe him. He had a scar across his neck from his bio father that made his vocal cords weak he could still talk but he hated it made his throat hurt like a bitch. He did try to hide it he was proud of his scars. He was proud of most of them he hated the ones he inflicted upon himself they reminded him self when he wasn’t good enough for anything. He knew the prime god wanted him to stop seeing how he was sending the signs for it but sometimes it got too much and he did it. Nobody besides him and the prime god needed to know. He grabbed his stuff from the back and closed the door. Tommy followed Geo up to the door and he heard three voices yelling from inside.
“I got the door!” One voice yelled
“No I’ll get the door” another one added
“Fucking hell! I’ll get the door” the final voice added as the door opened to see a blond male shorter than him but he was older so he knew that it was Phil. He could see two other people in the back. Both a couple years older than him. He knew that even if they were adopted the older or the children that’s been there the longest we’re always the most bitchiest.
“ ah! Hello Geo and Tommy come on in we can talk about paperwork and anything else.” Phil stated
“⊑⟒⌰⌰⍜ ⌿⊑⟟⌰” Tommy said in ender he quickly stopped after he remembered he can only speak end and do ender he looked down in hatred at the fact that even after many years around humans and hybrids he’s still not able to talk in English.
‘Sorry about that but hello mr.Phil’ he signed to him
“Oh it’s really not a problem techno used to only be able to talk in piglin.” He replied with a laugh
“DAD are you really telling him that?!” He heard a voice yell from inside he cracked a smile at that. Phil opened the door more so Geo and him would be able to talk inside.