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The night was cold.
Philza Minecraft, creator of women, was alone in the darkness of the forest. Not in a weird creepy way, of course; he was just taking a nightly walk through the wilderness. Something about the quietness of nature seemed to soothe him.
Suddenly, a twig snapped behind him. He turned around, knowing it was probably just a raccoon or something but still being wary. The wind whistled lowly.
“Hello?” Phil asked cautiously. He heard the sounds of feet shuffling on leaves, and then the figures of three boys emerged from the darkness. Except, he noticed as he looked at them, they weren’t quite... well, human. The smallest of the trio had eyes that glowed in the dark, the blond’s skin was pale and crumbling, and the tallest one was almost translucent.
Phil blinked in surprise. “What the fu-“
The small one spoke, cutting him off. “Who are you?” he asked tentatively.
“Uh, I’m Phil. What are you doing here in the woods?” he inquired. It was clear they weren’t human, but they were still just boys- or, rather, boy-shaped creatures- after all.
“We’re alone,” the blond one replied simply.
Those two words were enough for Phil to understand that these boys needed his help.
“Do you have names?” he asked them.
They all nodded in sync. “I’m Tommy,” said the blond boy. “This is Tubbo,” he pointed to the shorter boy, “and this is Ranboo,” pointing to the taller one.
Phil nodded and then stood there for a few seconds, thinking. Eventually he made up his mind.
“C’mon, Kristen made pasta tonight,” he said with a welcoming smile, leading the boys home.