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Eight years ago, when everything felt warm,  in a place with a constant drift of snow, there used to be a family of three. 

Ranboo Beloved loved his family far more than anyone loved anything. His problem was he had a certain type of bravery and selflessness that could very easily be mistaken for stupidity. The words and secrets he let slip ,the times he wasn't cautious, probably are things that led Ranboo six feet under the ground.

Eight years ago, Snowchester stopped feeling warm. The constant drift of snow only blew cold. 

The passing of a man , loved as vastly as Ranboo, left a gash in the hearts of his two scared loved ones hiding in that little house in that little country. 

Tubbo was mortified after the loss of his husband . It felt vastly incomprehensible to loose someone you cared about so much ,however, as the last president of a place like l'Manburg, had been programmed to only act tough and fear was not in his dictionary. Or at least he couldn't tell anyone it was.

He had been through a lot of shit.  Too much for an eighteen year old. Tubbo had been eighteen when his husband died. He had been younger when his best friend died and even younger when he was killed in an execution by a man he'd now grown to like.

Tubbo had been eighteen years old when he completely lost the plot and let it all ever so slowly slip out of his firm hold. Ever so gradually beginning to take it out on people he cared for. He had now killed a girl ,Aimsey, for her subconscious threatening to take away something that belonged to only him and his husband, the Snowchester mansion. He had gone through with a previous threat directed at Quackity and pushed a button he shouldn't have pressed and the countless arguments with Technoblade about Michael's well being were starting to push him over the edge.

Of course, Mr. Tubbo Underscore was no longer eighteen. Tubbo was 26 now and it was blatant that he was probably too sad to look after himself and his child. So he didn't. And only looked after Michael, the kid he and Ranboo loved more than anything. 

Tubbo had realized too early on that this world was one were you could only be taught through experience. No amount of mental training is going to prepare you for the shit out there.  He knew that yet was somehow incapable of being able to teach it to Michael. His son and everything now 13. Nobody was there to guide Tubbo through parenting when he didn't know what to do ,he trusted little to no one. What was Tubbo to do? He was constantly forgetting himself and became de hydrated and tired. However, no matter how much his body repelled against the idea ,was consistent in training Michael in combat.

Tubbo was strong. Of course he was. He was brave as well but this world had kicked him in the knees too many times and his legs were now starting to buckle. 

Michael was a teenager now. He was barely thirteen ,sure, but he was. His improvement in training under a blood god and the old president of a nation which endured a war was rapid and his talent excelled even other adults on the dsmp. 

Ghostboo was a frequent visitor to his 'family' ,though he was constantly rejected by Tubbo in any form of companionship, still attempted to get closer to the two. Michael was much more appreciative than his father and would talk to Ghostboo and sometimes, when Tubbo was in a good mood, was allowed to go on walks with Ghostboo as well.  The problem wasn't Ghostboo himself but his hatred for Ranboo and even the presence of the apparition was enough to remind Tubbo about the death of his husband .It was all too much for Tubbo at times and ,in being so, was too much for Michael who's dad was his everything.

Now, in a place smothered in the cold embrace of the death of a loved one, there was a family of only two.

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I am so excited to continue writing this story!!!!!! I know this is probably asked quite a bit but could you please follow and like? It really encourages me to write the story :)))

Thanks a ton! You can go to sleep now :)

I know there is something happening to ghostboo (if yk yk) so lets just pretend, for the sake of the plot, it doesn't apply to the story

sorry it's short!!! This was really only an introduction so i will try and make the next chapters longer :)

It does get more exciting ..:)

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