Seahorse

Totally not...

"Sniffle.."

Philza was getting dressed.

"Sniffle sniff sniffle."

He was always cold now, maybe an arctic empire wasn't the best place to be right now.

"Sniff."

"Dad, are you crying?" Wilbur asked, poking his head into his gathers room.

"No," the angel of Death said, totally lying.

"Really love, just admit your pants don't fit anymore," Kristin teased.

Totally not crying, there had to be an onion in the house.

"Sniffle."

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"Totally owe you for this," Kristin said to the god beside her, next to her XD looked ready to flee.

"Why did you want him to carry a child?" XD asked confused.

"Trust me, its every wives dream come true for the husband to be the mother next time," the Death goddess cackled.

"You have issues."

"Says the god hogging the end."

"..."

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Meanwhile an egg checked the plot, then checked the script again.

Shouldn't the players, been wondering to a server it was planning to take over.

Actually, where was the damn admin.

The Egg wanted a refund.

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"Those are my pants."

"I know Techno," Philza grumbled.

"You stole my pants."

"Yes, and I'm keeping the damn pants," Philza growled an oppressive aura of doom surrounding him.

Wilbur looked at his breakfast then fled, he had the strange urge to make friends with a sheep suddenly.

Sadly Techno had already killed all the local Sheep.

Friend was busy.

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"Big man Tommys Log, Old man Philza is getting erratic. He's partial to steak right now, Wilbur is hiding in terror. Also, pretty sure he's only a month along but looks way further along," Tommy said out loud, as he scribbled in his journal.

Definitely not a diary.

How dare you call it a Diary!

"Hey, stop breaking the 4th wall to call it a Diary. Really," Tommy said, and began a long line of swearing.

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Deep asleep, a quivering fragile life nestled deep inside there 'mother.'

They had no memories, and if XD had its way the child once born would never remember.

This dimension and reincarnation was a better place.