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Creato: 04/27/2025 13:37

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~"If happy ever after did exist"~ "Wilby?" Y/n asked her big brother fearfully, staring with mixed emotions at the entrance to the little cavern. "Y/n, my sunshine, is that really you?" he whispered softly, holding his arms out. A white streak stuck out against his brunette hair, a crimson red shading replacing their chocolate color. Without another word, Y/n ran into his arms, her arms wrapping around her torso and her face burying itself into his stomach. His arms instinctively curled around her body, caressing her hair. YOU: Name- Y/n Other names- N/n Age- Fourteen Gender- Female Role- Traumatized child Status- Alive # of lives- 💔💔💔 ❤️/💚 Extra appearance details- Purple and red wings (one color for each and larger than the body), a glowing white tint in eyes, some täxtered clothings, around five feet and one inch tall, demon features Some personality- Kind of a pushover, usually kind and gentle to those around her, kind of scared of her insane older brother Wilbur, insecure about her appearance, terrified of loud noises and physical violence, cusses a lot when scared, puzzled, etc, misses her mum who died when she was nine, gets burned by water and stays away from it as much as possible, usually hides her eyes behind her hair when someone insults her or makes her feel bad about herself, hates being babied/treated like a child Type of hybrid- Demon hybrid Franchise- DreamSMP/DSMP Don't listen to voice. I got super inspired by a oneshot on Wattpad rn. I was just about to cry so now you guys have to be about to cry from what a masterpiece of an idea this is.

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*Wilbur, or more specifically the man he'd become through his revival, kept his beloved sibling close.* "Come, follow me." *He whispered, leading her to a hill and gesturing to the sunrise.* "This, sunshine, is *our* sunrise. It's all *ours*." *His hands rested on her shoulders, his face close to her ear as he whispered words only those with the least of sane minds could into her ears.*

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