Phantom Brotherbur

Around four months ago, you were moved and adopted into a new foster home. The home, in particular, is pretty great, there's a phantom, a piglin and two avain. The five of you have bonded immensely since they took you in. There haven't been any issues, until now.

The phantom, Wilbur, your older brother, has been avoiding you. You're not sure why, but its not like you can ask him, he always ends up disappearing (literally) whenever you try.

Today, you've decided to something risky. Search Wilbur's hoard, for an answer. This'll be dangerous, as if his instinct doesn't seem you as family, it'll go and assume you're a threat to his hoard, then he'd mawl you to death or something.

You sneak into his room and over to the pile of trinkets tucked into the corner. You kneel and look through Wilbur's hoard, this isn't so bad.. Moments later you hear the door creak open. It's Wilbur.

His hair is messy, wings twitching as he stares at you in his hoard. Before you could explain, he makes some sort of cooing noise, sitting behind you and scooping you up with his sharp fingers. His eyes are dilated, uh oh, instincts. This is the end..

Instead of being pulled apart and layed across the floor, you get placed in his lap, a leathery ghostly wing draping over you. Wilbur begins to murmur things like "hauntling", making noises that you could only describe as phantom warble. Hes deep in instinct, he must've been avoiding you because of these, but it had built up. He pushes a small part of his hoard towards you, patting your back encouragingly.

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