It was cold. Rainy. Jay walked into her house, shutting the big wooden door behind her. She lit the small lantern next to her bed and shivered as the cold water chilled her to her bones. It had been a long day of carrying supplies back and forth from the nearby village but it was finally night and she was off the clock. Metaphorically, she guessed, since she got paid per person not per hour or anything.
The small lantern flickered a dim orange glow around her small home. Originally a natural overhang, she was able to prop up enough wood to make it an actual home. And when those fell down after a bad storm, the villagers showed her how to use stone bricks to build a proper wall that wouldn't leak.
She glanced over to the stack of letters that were piling up on the table, some opened, others tossed aside. She pulled on a sweater to heat her body and pulled the newest one close to her. It was crinkled and yellowing, a small wax crest sealing it closed. She slid her finger across the bottom to open it.
Dear Jocelyn Treun Maddox,
Hey. Long time no talk, huh? I know Wilbur has been sending you letters recently, and I thought I'd clear some things up.
One, Wilbur is dead. You probably already knew that, but for some reason he's still here. And he doesn't remember anything so we just go with it. Don't ask too many questions because I don't know either.
Two, dad does still miss you. I'm sure Wil said nothing about that, but I thought you'd like to know. Also we have a new brother. His name is Tubbo. Dad adopted him a while ago. Kinda ironic considering he caused Tommy's current state.
Three, I am a fugitive, and Tommy is exiled. It's a bad situation for the family right now. Dire, I would say.
Four, Tommy's in trouble. I know he's the whole reason you left and nothing I can say would erase the past but... just think about it. Okay? Anyway, if you ever get this, just think about it. We could really use your help.
Your brother,
Techno Blade Maddox
No one had referred to her as "Jocelyn Treun Maddox" in a long time. Now she mainly went by Jay or... well not that she had talked to anyone recently. She sighed and set it aside. Sure, Wilbur had been sending her letters. But one from Techno? They had never been close so it didn't make a lot of sense for him to reach out to her. Unless it really was as bad as he was saying it was... and if it was... who was she to not help her little brother? The person she had sworn to protect after mom... Mom. What would mom do? Well she would have never left, you moron. Jay picked up the other letters and tore through them.
Dear Jocelyn,
Hi. It's Wilbur. I'm a ghost now. That's cool, isn't it? Tommy's in trouble. I don't remember much about you, but I know you could help? Maybe?
Wilbur.
Dear Jocelyn,
I haven't heard anything from you, but here's what I've learned. Here's our family tree, revised;
Mom and Dadza had four kids.
First, Techno Blade Maddox, age 25.
Then, me, Wilbur Soot Maddox, age 25.
Then, you, Jocelyn Treun Maddox, age 18.
Then, Tommy Innit Maddox, age 16.
Oh and then Phil adopted Tubbo, age 16, so now he's a brother too. Older than Tommy, but younger than you. And then my son is named Fundy. And that's about it.
Wilbur.
Dear Jocelyn,
Tommy's really sad. I don't know how to help him. I've given him blue that is supposed to suck up the sadness but it always gets full before it's done. And Dream isn't helping him. I feel bad.
Wilbur.
Dear Jocelyn,
Hi. My names Tubbo. I was told by Wilbur to send you a letter. I think I've done something bad... I've exiled Tommy, my best friend, my brother, really. And Wil says you can help so, please.
Here's something to help you find your way.
Tubbo.
Attached to the note was a small box that she hadn't seen before. It must have just come through. She pulled open the sides and inside sat a dirty compass. On the side was inscribed "your Tommy". It pointed in a direction that was certainly not North. She sighed. Why did she get herself back into this? She swore to never engage with this family again. But yet, here she was, taking her sword and shield of the wall, grabbing her bag and lantern, and of course the compass, and setting off in the direction it pointed.
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This is a bad idea.
This is a bad idea.
This is a bad idea.
She couldn't help the feeling overtaking her thoughts as she stood on the outskirts of this town. She had found Tommy's campsite but no one was home, so she travelled a little further in the same direction and came across this huge... city? Village? She didn't quite know what to call it. But yet here she was.
There were people walking around. A man with a smiley face mask and green hoodie with his arm around a boy in a blue shirt and white sunglasses. Wilbur, but as a ghost, helping build up what looked to be a house. He looked so different from when she last saw him. They were young then. Wilbur may have been 13 then, maybe 12. A boy, he looked young, running around in a tux, talking to everyone. Everyone looked happy. Maybe she should just turn around. It would be better if she just turned and left and never came back.
Yeah, that was a good plan. She spun on her heel, and took two steps-
"Jocelyn?" She would know that voice anywhere. She turned back around slowly.
"Hi dad."
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The Forgotten Kid(Dream SMP fanfic)
FanfictionWe all know that Phil has three sons, Wilbur, Techno, and Tommy; but what if he had another child. A daughter. And what if no one had seen her for years? Written during Tommy's exile. All plot points are my own, this is not canon, none of this has o...
