Twinned

Chapter 1

Triggers: Mentions of death/murder and blood, forms of torture also mentioned.(Its just water, but Ranboo is an enderman hybrid, so you get the picture)

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Ranboo's POV

Seven years and I've been through at least 19 foster homes. I hate being a hybrid.

All they say is your such a trouble maker and why don't you actually help. Why are you so useless? Why are you so skinny? Brat.

I was removed from my negative train of though when Ms. Puffy came in.

"Hey sweetie..."

I tried speaking to her but I just ended up screeching. She was the only one who didn't find it annoying.

"Don't try to speak, you'll alert the other caretakers. Anyways.. a friend of mine came looking for adoption, so he told me to get someone random and bring them."

I gave her a questionary look. Why would she choose me of all people? It was probably pity. I wouldn't last long.

"He has other sons that are hybrids like you. I figured it was your best chance at getting out of here."

It was pity, and the thought of meeting other hybrids kinda scared me. I didn't know how to react, so I just followed her to the small meeting room.

"Here he is Phil! His name is Ranboo. He is mute and he will tell you anything you may want to know about him on his own terms."

"Thank you Puffy."

So his name was Phil. I reached for my memory book but realized I didn't have it. I quickly started walk in around the room to see if it was here.

"Oh! Sorry Ranboo, here's your book back."

Oh yeah. Another one of the caretakers took I away from me saying it was unfair to the other kids because they weren't aloud to have books and such. Puffy handed me my book and walked out leaving me with Phil and two others that I hadn't noticed before. They looked to be around 17- 18 maybe?

"Hey Ranboo! I'm Phil, and these are two of my sons, Technoblade and Wilbur."

I usually didn't give into adults this easily, but he gave me a sense of security. It felt like he actually cared.

"If you want we can start talking a little more about ourselves. Do you need some paper so you can also communicate?"

How he knew that I was unwilling to use my memory book, I would never know. I quickly shook my head as to say 'yes' and he grabbed some paper so we could talk.

"Your a hybrid right Ranboo? I'm a crow hybrid, Techno is a Piglin hybrid and 17, Wil is a phantom and Techno's twin. I have another son at home, his name is Tommy. He is a demon hybrid and he is turning 14 I think next month."

I quickly wrote things down in my memory book before responding on the sheet of paper.

I'm an Enderman hybrid! I don't like eye contact that much.. Do hybrids have any special powers per chance?