3rd Person POV

"Puffy..." M/n trailed off, looking at her as she stood in the doorway. Puffy didn't say anything, she didn't even look, angry or scared. Just confused.

Entering the room slowly, Puffy looked at the purple and white plants that surrounded her. Looking at the glass floor below her, her vision passed through the glass panes and into the void below. Looking above, the glass showed black darkness similar to that of below.

"U/n," she muttered, looking up, "How many blocks down are we right now, and how far does this hole go? What is this place?"

Thinking in his head for a moment, M/n responded. "We're about... I wanna say about fifty-seven blocks down. And that hole goes down about thirty-nine blocks down." Puffy looked around in fascination, touching one of the plants. She seemingly didn't notice that M/n had avoided the question about where they were.

"W-we saw you walking around with Michael," she said, "And we wanted to say hi."

M/n paused, "We?" Suddenly, he was more nervous than before.

"Dad!" Came a voice from behind Puffy, causing her to turn around.

A man stepped into view. He had shocking green eyes and a goldish-tan complexion as if he was almost always under the sun. On top of his head was a small shark fin that peeked out from under his chocolatey hair.

He was wearing a white, baggy, sleeveless shirt and brown pants, but no shoes. In one hand he held a trident, and on the other, a totem of undying.

"Oh, Foolish," Puffy chided, "You didn't need to come down here, shrinking takes so much of your energy." Foolish shrugged, "I wanted to see Michael," he said, "and I can't exactly fit down here when I'm twenty-three feet tall."

"Fair enough. Now, U/n," Puffy said, turning back to him, "What is this place?"

Biting his lip and sighing, M/n gestured to the plants around them. "These are from my place of birth." He said, glancing at the eggshells to his right. Puffy rested her hand on one of the plant stalks, then pulled it away. "It's so cold," she whispered. Foolish walked to her side and studied the plant.

They're distracted.

M/n stood off to the side, sinking into the shadows, Michael still in his arms. One of the plus sides to how he looked and what he wore, was how easily he could disappear into the shadows. Closing his eyes, he concentrated.

Look for them, reach, and pull.

They're my people, they should be able to find me...

"Holy crap!" Foolish screeched, and M/ns' eyes flew open. Three Endermen had appeared in between M/n and the other two. Michael stayed firmly planted in M/n's arms, squeaking quietly. The Enderman weren't exactly aggressive, but they did seem ticked about something. They were chirping at each other loudly and quickly.

One of them caught M/ns' eye and got the others' attention. Unlike normal Minecraft, these Enderman were quite a in detail. Their arms were long and bony, bodies almost skeletal. They had large, shiny eyes that could almost see through you.

Almost innocent looking.

But you couldn't let that fool you. These guys hit like a truck and were fast as hell. One of the Enderman walked closer to M/n, reaching out to him. "U/n!" Puffy exclaimed, "Get away from them!"

M/n looked from Puffy and Foolish back to the Enderman. Making eye contact, the creature made no move to attack. It just... stood there. There was a slight noise coming from the Endermans' chests. It was similar to that of a noise a cat would make.

Purring.

It means no harm.

Over the years, M/n had grown to recognize the signs of aggression in Enderman. Obviously, loud screeching was usually bad and it meant that you had to run like hell.

But purring was usually a good sign. It meant that the Enderman was content and docile. The Enderman reached towards M/n again, who looked at its long, spindly hand.

Reaching out tentatively, he took the Endermans' hand.

Voom

Before M/n could blink, Enderparticles enveloped himself, Michael, and the three Enderman. He could feel the rush of teleportation, but his eyes were squeezed shut. Peeking them open, M/n stared in amazement. Normally people closed their eyes during teleportation, but when you opened them...

Wow.

A void of cosmos. Purple and black, blues and grays. Every color you could think of. All of them flashed before him. There were strange, tunnel-like passageways threaded all around, starting from nowhere and leading to somewhere, an endless trip.

Michael squealed too, he had also opened his eyes. M/n tilted his head down and smiled. The stars were reflected in Michael's dark eyes.

Sparkling.

And, as soon as it had started, the Endermen brought them out. M/n stumbled slightly as his feet made contact with the ground. Looking around, M/n recognized where they were.

The Bee & Boo.

"Michael!" Came a voice, and the three Endermen disappeared. Tubbo ran up to the two of them, stopping just two blocks away. He bent over to catch his breath, nibbling on a piece of chicken. Michael hopped out of M/n's arms and ran to his adopted father, squeaking with joy.

M/n leaned against the pillar as the father and son reunited.

Ranboo followed close behind his platonic husband, lifting Michael off the ground, pulling Tubbo and Michael into a hug.

M/n smiled softly, this is a family. Family is not someone who shares the same blood as you. Family is not necessarily who you live with. Tubbo, Ranboo, and Michael. They were a family. They cared for each other so much. Ranboo and Tubbo had threatened to start wars when Michael had gone missing before.

They all loved each other so much...

"U/n," Tubbo chirped, reaching out, "You're part of the family too, get over here."

M/n was pulled into the hug with the rest of them, it was warm...

It was... nice.

-TBC-

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