Y/n was a mostly good kid, About 12 at the time. They loved their family, even is they wanted to strangle them sometimes. So finding out they were gone obviously hit them like a ton of bricks. Their extended family wasn't able to gain custody for a variety of reasons. And you know what that means... They were going into the system. Great. They were put into a nearby orphanage until a suitable foster family could be found. Of course, other more normal children were taken to homes first. Leaving y/n in the dust. It wasn't until they were nearly 3 years older that they finally were whisked away to a foster family- or rather just a foster dad. Yeah they were going to a two bedroom apartment with some 26 year old man. That man was Wilbur It's a dadbur au baybaee (this is my first story so it's really bad, read at your own risk)