I'm gonna do this thing at the top with bits of books Ranboo is reading. Ranboo is half enderman half unknown, trying to find his other half. The book he is reading at the moment is and Origins book containing the many different hybrids.
The Phantom:
A hybrid of the dead. No one is born a phantom, they are created through death. It cannot happen to humans, but if a hybrid were to die, there is a 50% chance that they will come back as a phantom. Being phantom, they can hover and become invisible, but they also hold some sort of power from their previous hybrid form. For example, If a siren were to die and become a phantom, they would have healing powers. This happens even if your previous form didn't have any abilities, you will always end up with something.TW: Panic attacks, burning flesh, voices(?), I think that's it. Sorry I didn't add them before hand! I'm a dumb dumb alot.
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I was awoken by Wilbur shaking me. Oh yeah, I fell asleep in the car. We had pulled up to a huge house. It had two stories, and probably had a basement as well.
Wilbur had goten out and grabbed my bag while I walked up to the front porch and waited for Phil.
He had stood still for a while before beautiful black wings had emerged from his back. I moved from my space on the porch over to Phil so I could see them better.
There were beads and string between the feathers, they looked like little red hearts. Phil laughed as though he was amused by my fascination in his wings.
"C'mon mate, let's head inside."
Wilbur followed close behind us with my bag as we stepped inside the house.
I flinched at the loud noise I heard.
"PHIIIIIIIL, TECHNO IS BEING A BITCH!"
"You tried paying me to break Wilbur's guitar!"
">:0 How dare thee." Wilbur was now in on the conversation.
"Boys, calm down and come downstairs! We have a new member of the family." Phil said.
I tensed at the word 'family.' I didn't think I would last long here, and I wasn't ready to call any of them family yet, but I was really hoping I could stay. I think Phil noticed how tense I was because he grabbed my hand and gave me a reassuring smile.
It calmed me. Now matter how badly I didn't want to give in, I did. He made me feel warm on the inside.(he's a fatherly figure, get your mind out of the gutter.) He made me feel safe.
Two boys came down. Techno sat on the couch and started scrolling through his phone. He already knew me, we met yesterday I beleive.
Another boy, whom I could only assume was Tommy, followed Techno down and looked ecstatic to see me.
"How old are you?"
"U-um.. I'm 13-"
"IM NOT THE YOUNGEST ANYMORE!"
I didn't like yelling, I flinched and took a step backwards.
"Tommy, quite down." Techno said, not bothering to look up from his phone.
"Why should I be quite now? You never cared earlier."
"Ranboo doesnt seem to like the noise." He replied with his monotone voice.
"Oooooooh. Sorry big man!"
"I-its all g-good." I said trying not to stress out to much. I went to grab my memory book again to write something down when I realized I didnt have it.
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Twinned
FantasyThis is a mix of many different au's- why I decided so many we may never know. Credits to @hello7928 for the original idea and for permission to use their au! Go check out the original story: Taking Control of Panic. It has a great storyline, but th...