A Life of Nightmares[MCYT AU]

Chapter 1: Anxiety Ridden Boy

Years ago, many years ago, an Emperor named Philza Minecraft found a child at his doorstep—Philza Minecraft is a kind man, an intelligent kind man with two kids, both of them adopted.

You see, when Emperor Philza found this child and brought him in, this family of 4 at the time did not know what getting a fifth would mean.

Especially once their father died and the youngest became the ruler.

Light poking was felt in his side and he raised his head, glaring at newest addition to the family—Apollo. Technoblade had adopted him months ago and this dog never left Tommy alone anymore: Maybe it was because Tommy interacted with him the most at the beginning of the dog living in the castle.

But anyways, the Emperor gripped his blankets and pulled them off him, sitting up and groaning as his back and neck popped. He stared at the dog, "Fucks sake.." He got out of the bed, lightly padding over the cold spruce wood and towards the wall covered long golden ropes.

He tugged three times on one with the label: 'Feed Apollo—Emperors Room'. He sighed, rubbing his eyes with his hands and looking back towards the dog. He only smiled gently and leaned down, "C'mere boy." The Emperor laughed as the dog charged at him, starting to slobber all over his face.

"Yes, hi Apollo." He chuckled, pushing the dog off after a minute as quiet knocking sounded from the door: He looked over and pushed himself up, striding over to the door and opening it, yawning loudly and rubbing his eyes. He squinted, more light coming from the hall then his own room.

"Good morning your Majesty," He recognized the voice to be Hannah Rose, one of his personal assistants—"Hannah, always a pleasure, do come in." The Emperor chuckled, waving the employee in. She glanced around before dropping a bowl of fresh pig meat on the floor for Apollo.

"I wanted to let you know about the current statistics before you started your day," She requested as Tommy went behind the large matted black opaque curtain, starting to change: "Go ahead," He assures, nodding along blindly to what she was saying.

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"And that's all I believe," He smiled gently, Hannah was always nice company, "Thank you Hannah, will I see you at breakfast?" He asked—"I believe so your Majesty, as long as nothing pops up suddenly." Tommy laughed in return, "Alright Hannah, I'll see you later." He heard the door click shut and he pushed the curtain open, holding a obsidian black crown decorated in a variety of red gems.

He shuffled it upon his messy hair, looking at himself in front of a tall mirror against his wall: He did indeed look good, his black dress vest was tailored nicely after he received it back from Niki yesterday, he jeans slipping beneath his tall boots easily—A white dress shirt sitting beneath the vest, sleeves pushing up slightly as he carefully pulled black gloves up his fingers.

He gripped the long red cloak that was dangling on his mirror, throwing it over his shoulders—It's middle was decorated with the large black wings that showed the Arctic Regionals' signature.

He gripped the brightly decorated, golden mask he wore, tying it to the back of his head securely, letting it cover his actual identity—After all, the village only knew him as Majesty Emperor, and he'd like to keep it that way.

He finished up with his gloves, looking over to see Apollo at the door, sitting patiently. He smiled, striding over and opening the door to let the dog out into the cold hallways the palace adored—After all, Tommy couldn't stand the heat, the one downside of coming from a long ancestry of north living avians.

His black winged were puffed out from the large hole in the back of his shirt that was tied together by thin but durable strings, the bottoms dragging like brooms on the ground while the tops went over his head—His wing span tip to tip was much farther then 20 feet completely unfolded in the air.