cryingwolfstar
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Tommy was on the run.
Techno had just finished washing his hands of blood.
Phil was sharpening his feathers.
And Wilbur, Wilbur was starting a band.
Three of them were together, were a family. Three of them had found each other.
One remained, stumbling blindly in the darkness, searching for a place to belong.
(Or, my Sleepy Bois Inc. family dynamic AU with greek myth elements and whole lot of angst.)
(cover art by @UpS1gbT3f7op3Dr on twitter) (just search sneakie minecraft)