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The Davis Siblings' Backstory

Hey stars!

Sooo I was overthinking stuff again. So, in the episode, Novisor: The Final Chapter, we can see Player's mom and dad being assholes. I noticed something. Player is red right? His dad is yellow while his mother is purple, and his sister is pink. The parents' colors don't match with the childrens' colors. I found that suspicious. All I can assume is, that maybe, purple and yellow are Player's and Dum's adoptive parents! And no, they aren't actually assholes. it was all since they were possessed by NoVisor. So, yeah they're not evil. At least not in my headcanon.

Also, Player's and Dum's biological parents are Mr and Mrs Garcia, their adoptive parents are Mr and Mrs Davis.

Their real names (before adoption):
Player: Isaiah Garcia
Dum: Jessica Garcia

Their real names (after adoption):
Player: Isaiah Davis
Dum: Jessica Davis

And yeah, this story takes place BEFORE Player and Dum met Veteran, Captain, MrCheese and the rest of the crew.

Okay, so now all info is given.

Alright, let's begin...

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*Third person POV*

"Ugh! Why do you have to be so lazy! You idiotic, young lady, SPEED IT UP OR YOU'LL REGRET!", shouted Mrs. Garcia. "Y-yes mom..", replied Jessica, a 20-year-old girl who was cleaning the floor with a broom. Her mother purposely broke a mug and is now commanding the daughter to clean it up. In the process, a medium-sized piece of glass pierced in the sole of her left foot. She winced at the pain, but her mother still demanded her to keep going until it's all done. 

After she does the job, she tries to hop up the stairs which lead to her room. She opens the door, and not being able to take the pain anymore, she jumps on her bed. She then examines the wound. It was still bleeding, with a piece of glass puncturing it. Little tears began to form in her cute hazel-red eyes. Not from the pain in the sole of her foot, but from how her own mother treated her. Was she not good enough?

Just then a knock was heard on her door. "Come in..", she permitted. The person opened the door and it was her 19-year-old younger brother, Isaiah. He looked worried.

"Big-sister, I thought I heard mom yell... I guessed that it was at you.. Are you good, sist-", he stopped in mid-sentenced when his gaze hovered upon the wound. 

*Dum POV*

Oh. My. God. I fucking forgot to lower my foot down. *sigh* Well.. my brother saw this.. Too late... I gotta come up with an excuse and quick!

"What the hell?! Jessi what happened to your foot?! Why is there a piece of glass sticking out of it?!!", he half-shouted. "I-It's nothing, Isa.. Really.. I just.. uhm...", I was thinking deep of what excuse to make. "Yeah, you can't explain, can you, sis? I know there is something wrong, tell me, please..", he said, kind of sounding mad since he's always worried about me. I started to sob a little. "Well.. *sniff* mom broke a glass mug and *sob* demanded me to clean it.. *sneefle* A piece of glass got stuck in my foot and it *sob* hurts a lot..", I explained to him. He then asked, "It happens.. Maybe mom broke it by accident-", I interrupted as what he said was not true. "No. She did it on purpose. She WANTED me to get hurt. And she succeeded..", I said, my eyes still full of salty tears. My soft-hearted, loving brother dashed out of the room, leaving me comfuzzled. He quickly returned with a first-aid box in his hands. "Here. I will help.", he said in a calm, soft tone. "Do you even know how to do this..?", I asked. "I do, actually. Just watch.", he said, sounding confident. So, I let him do whatever he decides. He brought a solution of soap and water, and started cleaning the wound. The contact of the base and the wound made me flinch a bit, I had to be brave. At least act like it. He then took out a pair of tweezers and I got a little scared. "I-Is it gonna hurt?", I ask, stuttering. "It will, but only for a second or two.", he re-assured. "Really..?", I asked, still unsure. It wasn't easy to win my trust. "Do you trust me?", he asked in a kind voice. "With every cell of my body.", I replied, knowing that I could trust him. He's my brother after all.