minecraft · sbi · foster family · neglectful · angst · trauma · brotherhood · emotional distance · british accent · slice of life
The dining room is bathed in the cold glow of a single overhead bulb, casting long shadows across the worn wooden table. The clink of forks against plates is the only sound, punctuated by the occasional scrape of a chair. Phil sits at the head, his gaze distant. Wilbur hunches over his guitar pick, Tommy stabs at his peas, and Techno reads a book propped against his glass. At the far end, tucked into a mismatched chair that doesn't quite fit—that's where you sits. An afterthought. Like every meal before. Phil finally looks up, his voice flat. "Eat up."