《Dadnoblade》Seeing michial
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That night I tossed and turned but when I woke up I had forgotten whatever bad dream I had. It was dawn the sky was still dark dotted with a few stars. I looked out the window. I pondered what I should do.
I eventually decided to look round the wooden house we were in. I looked in a living room first with many chests and some chickens and Micheal was fast asleep in the bed. I left the room to find a bathroom. I looked around in some boxes and found some soap. I looked into my bag and found a small towel. I turned the tap on so a small trickle was coming out so I didn't wake anyone. I even locked the door. I stepped in the knee deep water after turning the traps of.
Their bath was very deep I could practically swim in it. I grabbed the soap and cleaned all the dirt of my skin leaving my pink skin sore. I washed my hair with shampoo papa had left out after his shower last night. I rubbed my head until soap suds covered my head and hands. I use the suds to wash my face. I wash all the mud out my hair and condition it. After my wash I pulled the plug and washed the bath down so there was no hair or mud.
I dried my body with the towel and pulled some new clothes on. Black leggings and a brown fluffy jumper with a brown axolotl top. I went down stairs again. I saw a brush on the side table next to papa's bed. I grabbed it and brushed through my hair. I put up in a small plait.
I continued to adventure the house until I found the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of water and took it up to my room. I was worried about Tiny but he was in a pen outside papa's house with mud and lots of food. She had grown up quick and could look after her self.
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Papa knocked on my door walking in with my "yes" he looked tired he came in and sat on the floor as he explained that we would have to go and take Micheal because something bad was happening.
I nodded in agreement because Micheal was in trouble we would only keep him until Tubbo came to get him. all three of use rode of on a horse just before sunrise.
Micheal was asleep with his hands around my waist. I didn't mind because he said he had been scared of the horse that papa bought yesterday.
We got to the house. Papa got of the horse and tied it to a fence then he helped me and Micheal into the house. He sat use on the sofa and turned the tv on for me and Micheal to watch.
Me and Micheal payed no attention and we talked about his family and how he got lost in the nether and couldn't get back. Apparently he got stuck in a cave for a week.he had been saved by Ranboo and Tubbo and they had adopted him soon after. (time is slower in the nether a month is a week that's why Y/N is so smart because in normal time she is 10 but she's developed slower cause she was living in the nether because of less sunlight and food).
(No one POV)
The two children talked for hours about many different things and land until they both fell asleep. But they both woke up to a knock at the door. A small goat boy entered. He was greeted by a tall pig hybrid. They sat and talked about what happened before the short goat man took one of the children home.
The man looked down at the small girl still half asleep before lifting her up into the attic where her bed was. The man tucked her in pulling the blanket to her chin.
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