The figure he saw was a tall person with long purple hair. He was confused. "Uh, sorry, my memory is a bit fuzzy, who are you and where am I?" Vincent asked.
The figure smiled warmly, "I'm your sibling, Florence, but most people call me Ren, and you're at home. It's ok if you can't remember everything right away, Vince, that explosion was quite bad."
"Oh. Wait, what explosion?" He was still very confused. However, suddenly, as if on cue, memories flooded back to him.
Memories of the school, memories of his family and memories of the explosion. There were still a few questions he had though. Was all that just a dream? Were his fiances even real? Did any of that ever happen?
"Vince!" Ren called out, "Calm down, you're hyperventilating. Take some deep breaths." Their voice was full of concern.
Vincent did as told. "Uh thanks, so, what will happen now?" He questioned.
"Well, I think you should take it easy for a few days, make sure you don't slip into a coma again. And when you feel well enough we can go back to experimenting in dad's old lab." They explained.
"Ok, sounds good." Vincent smiled.
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A homie hopper?
FanfictionThe story in which Vincent is a homie hopper, Ren is still alive, and they were never taken away from Minecraft High. [Side note: I highly recommend reading 'Four Lilies and a Dianthus' or some of 'When actors, act' to better understand the characte...
