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Tori Innit Minecraft was born to Phil Za Minecraft and a Samsung Smart Fridge in September of 2004. Her brother, Wilbur Soot Minecraft, was only five when she was born.
She had always seen her mother in the kitchen, seen her father messing with the numerous buttons and touch screen, and she frowned.
Technoblade came not too long after. He was Wilbur’s age, and Tori had been awfully curious about the large teeth that protruded from his face. She’d grabbed onto what she’d later learned were tusks, and Techno had yowled in pain and tried to bat her off. Her weight kept her swinging like a pendulum, and eventually her grip loosened and she fell off.
She was three at the time.
Techno had always kept his tusks out of her reach after that. The eight-year-old piglin hybrid was kind.
Tori was now four. The pain in her back was unbearable, and she screamed for dad, for Phil, for Krow.
Who was Krow? Was that Phil? He did say his bird was a crow.
He raced into the room, eyes wide and sword drawn.
He saw no intruder, instead a tearful child and dropped his sword into his inventory.
Her back bulged, and Phil sighed.
Her wings were coming in. He soothed her as best as he could, gushing her and massaging her back.
With a final scream, the skin tore, and Tori’s multicolored wings burst out, bloodied.
Phil couldn’t see all the colors at the moment. Blood covered several of the lighter parts, crimson slicking the feathers together.
Phil’s daughter was an Avian, full flying wings, just like him. Even Wil wasn’t, he was mostly human with a few feathers sprinkled around. He did have wings, yes, but it was only large enough to glide, never to get lift.
That was a different breed, by definition. An Elytrian, though they share the same blood and ancestors.
Phil smiled as Tori passed out, grabbing a washcloth and a bucket to work the blood out of her back carefully.
It only revealed more colors. Phil swore a feather changed as he looked at it differently. He loved his daughter’s wings, and he went to work on her shirt and bedsheets, as well as his own.
He set Tori carefully on her side, small wings needing extra care to not be crushed.
He finished cleaning up his daughter’s wings and shoulders, and proceeded to care for her bedsheets. The blood was slowly coaxed out of them with scrubs and some bleach.
He smiled. Tori would be able to accompany him on flights.
Robin. A Robin was a bird. Phil had never met anyone named Robin, and neither had Tori, since Wil and Techno didn’t either!
So how did she know him?
“-ori! Tori, you with us? Tori!”
“Yeah, yeah, what’s up?”
“You zoned out while Techno was reading his Greek myths. We just finished the story of Patroclus, Hector, and Achilles.”
Tori yawned, stretched her arms into the air. Her feathers quivered as her mouth opened wide, wings fully extended.
“Mmm… Wha’s next, Techie?”
“Theseus.”
“ Theseus.” Krow reprimanded. Corpse sat at the table with them, sipping on some tea.
“Yes?”
“You need to apologize to Robin.”
Robin, his brother in all but blood. Robin, who he played with everyday without fail. Robin, who he’d managed to create a wire between their houses for letters. Robin, who he’d left.
“But ‘e’s bein’ annoying!”
“ Theseus .” Corpse’s voice cut in.
He.
He.
He, Theseus, Theo. He, him. Brother.
It fit better than the slight tug she felt when she was called Tori.
Except… She didn’t feel good either. She is the friend you were with as a kid that you grew apart from but didn’t have the guts to tell.
He, though? He is the cool friend, He is the one you wish to hang out with at all times possible.
And he was born. Tori Innit Minecraft died in April.
He still didn’t have a name, but that was fine. Theseus would work for now.
“-n’ he was thrown off the cliff. He died.”
“That’s pretty morbid, Tech.”
“Name one hero who had a happy ending, and I don’t mean one that wasn’t downright terrible.”
Wilbur paused.
He didn’t want to do Theseus again. But…
Until he had a better name. For Theseus died of falling off a cliff, thrown into uncaring, raging waters.
Theseus was dead.
He sat with Phil, smiling at his father.
“Hey, sweetie? What was it you wanted to talk about?”
He’d finally decided on a name. Theseus hurt too much, because who was Theseus with his Robin?
So he was Tommy.
TommyInnit, in reference to both his middle name and his last name in his last life.
“I… Don’t wanna’ be Tori anymore. Dun’ wanna be a girl. I wanna’ be a big man, big man TommyInnit!”
Phil stared for a moment before smiling down at his d- son. Phil didn’t have any daughters. He only had three sons.
“Alright. I love you, Tommy.”
Tommy’s nest was composed of several items. The first was a sweater Wilbur had stolen for him, the second was one of Techno’s capes, the third (it was multiple items technically but they were all the same so he’s counting it as one-) was pillows, the fourth being a robe of Phil’s and the fifth a large blanket.
He warbled happily in his nest, curling his wings around himself and sighing contentedly.
Wilbur and Techno had been told through Phil (with Tommy’s permission, of course) and Wilbur had given Tommy an official welcome to The Bois™.
Phil had protested saying that there was no official welcoming ceremony, but at the smile Tommy had given Wilbur, he’d sighed and let Wilbur carry on.
Technoblade had gifted Tommy with a piece of bedrock, saying they could now be ‘Bedrock Bros’ as bedrock was extremely difficult to obtain, shattering nearly all pickaxes that tried to break it.
Tommy felt welcomed and loved, and was happy to be with his family. (His family wasn’t here.
Krow, Corpse, and Robin were his family.)
“Hey, Dad?”
“Yes, Toms?”
Do you have two names? Because people call you Dad and Phil.” Tommy glanced up at Phil, eyes full of curiosity and Phil bit back a laugh.
“No. It’s like… You know how your name’s Tommy, but people also call you Toms or Tom? It’s kinda like that.”
“Oh. Okay, Dadza!”
“...What?”
“If other people call you Dad I want to be original! So I’m calling you Dadza!”
“...Like my middle name?”
“Yep! Isn’t your name Dad Za Minecraft?”
“...Sure.” Phil wonders where his son learned his full name but not his first. But it was cute.
(He didn’t know, then, that would start the ‘Za’ era, where everything would end in ‘za.’ People referred to him as Philza regularly, he was Dadza and Grandadza, and even random things also ended in ‘za.’)