So... Your not Cosplayers?

Chapter 1 : A look in the past

It was a silent night, besides the screaming of the unfortunate. Three figures have been at work all night, because of a simple argument between the two youngest of the three.
"Uhhggg, are we done yet?" the youngest of the group said with annoyance and exhaustement. The pink haired one scoffed at this "You're the one who drank all the blood in the first place" The bucket hat man agreed with a nod. "Well it's still your fault, if you had just agreed that anteater's are the worst animal we wouldn't be here" the burnett scowled. "Ehhh, I beg to differ '' The monotone voice reasoned . "See this is why you're adopted" The god of all men interrupted with a slight smile you could see if you really focused. "You're both adopted, literally" he said, draining the last few drops of the corpse.
They both dramatically gasp "bu-but dad we look identical" the burnett started sniffling "ya, i remember you giveing birth to me like yesterday" the pink man said. The blonde only replied with a chuckle, at least they weren't fighting. They continue their walk on the hunt for their food.

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While there was laughter for some, not too far away there was crying from others.

Young 9 year old Tommy had once again been kicked out. This happened often to say the least. It made sense to him, he didn't belong. They weren't his real family, not his real brother, not his real sisters and not his real parents. They didn't care about him, he would tell himself, "but if they didn't why would they keep me? Maybe they do care..." he would always lead up that thought with that same answer. He would probably have continued with those thoughts if it weren't for the loud crunch.
"who- who's there!?" there was no response.

He started to get worried. Surely he wasn't imagining things again. Why didn't they kill him? Why? no one was around, they had killed kids before, so why not this one? The oldest appeared out of thin air as the other two followed close behind. Tommy whipped his head around "wh- what do you want!" he said puffing up his chest, trying to seem stronger than he was, but failing. The three didn't respond. Tommy had been able to get a clearer view. One had long pink hair, one with brown hair and one blonde. They all had a weird black cape and fancy looking stuff, red eyes... sharp teeth... and the longest nails he had ever seen. He gasped, putting his hand to his mouth. The three saw this reaction and got ready for a runner. "Your-Your..." the three stepped closer "Your closplayers!" the boy exclaimed point towards them. "Ehhhh??" The pink one responds as the other two giggled. "Cosplayers? Are you serious?" The burnett giggled, "What's so funny?" He stepped closer.

"Nothing mate, just what made you think that?" he managed to stop his laughter and get out the sentence. " Well, you all have some glowing eyeballs, those weird outfits of yours and you got longer nails than my "mother" and trust me she has wolf nails" he stated "Well actually- you know what? We are cosplayers" the monotone voice signed. They stepped closer. "Mate, don't wanna intrude or anything but, why are you out here all alone?" the man said, kneeling down to his level "my name is Tommy." they locked eyes "Oh, um Tommy why are you-" the boy huffed in response "very rude not to say your name old man... typical cosplayers..." he crossed his arms, breaking eye contact. " oh, sorry. I'm philza, you can call me phil though" he smiled warmly. The smaller one then nodded and looked at the other two.

"im wilbur and this is my brother Technoblade, though he usually goes by Techno" Wilbur answered "hello" the Technoblade guy responded. "Phil don't tell me those are your sons" looking back at the older. "yeah?" he questioned " There names would be a one star on yelp, no body in history had said "oh honey let's name this one tech-no-blade" or "Honey i think this one has the face of a wil-i-bur" " he had made his voice slightly deeper for the theatrical parents, as deep as a 9 year old could get his voice. It was rather cute, like a puppy sleeping cute. the older chuckled

"Don't know what to tell you mate I didn't name them. There very much adopted" the boy smiled " makes sense, I know the great Philza would never do such a thing." he smiled "Now that you know our names, could you tell me why you're out here all alone?" The older man had a soft voice that could comfort anyone. "um, I- well, my parents- I mean my care takers? I'm not sure what they are to me but, I- I was being loud so they said I should sleep out here for tonight..'' The boy stummild over his words and the smile that once rested on his face was now faded as he looked away from the man. The look on the man's face turned concerned laced with anger, it would have made the boy jump if he wasn't facing away from the man.
"That, do they, do they do this often?" The burnett said, intervening. "Well yeah, I suppose it does happen often." The tiny blond's voice became rather quiet compared to how he was originally talking. "Hey, that was very brave of you, Tommy."