#really tho im gonna be loosely following canon but this also isn't following canon you know?

[anothermcytblog]

Jordan didn’t consider himself very unlucky. Sure bad luck has cross his path before- for goodness sake he lives in a world where the two most worshiped Gods are Dianite and Mianite, Evil and Good respectfully, and he got caught up in feuds more often then not- but it wasn’t really anything horrible. For the longest time, at the end of the day, they were all still friends. Tom and Tucker bickered, but it was never anything like this. It was never like this- Tom never called war before and Jordan never had to genuinely pray that Mianite or Ianite help them with what Tucker, Sonya and himself manage to sacrifice to them. 

So, Jordan never considered himself unlucky- but he wasn’t lucky either. Just like his Goddess, he was somewhere in the middle. He didn’t have a lot of diamonds, but that was alright. He didn’t have a lot of resources but he lived fairly comfortably nonetheless. His only real ‘luck’ came to enchanting, although considering Ianites domain being the end, it didn’t surprise him. Ianite may be the Goddess of Balance and Justice, but that doesn’t mean she can’t give little boosts here and there. 

However, looking down at the unconscious boy (At least he assumes it’s a boy, he doesn’t want to be rude- better safe then sorry though) laying against one of the obsidian trees, suit looking worse for ware and body littered in little scars and burns, Jordan can’t help but chuckle to himself a little- at least his luck is better then this strangers. 

Still, although the stranger is taller then him, Jordan hoists them up on his back- noting how light they is, almost worryingly so. Picking up the two books that laid by the stranger, he takes note of one of them being named ‘Do not read’. 

Carrying the stranger all the way home was a bit of a hassle, but he couldn’t just leave them there. Laying the stranger on his bed, curiosity overtakes Jordan and he opens the first page of the ‘Do not read’ book- almost dropping it after he finished the second page as he looks back at the kid. Oh dear, perhaps this stranger really is more unlucky then he is. Your name is ranboo, you don’t remember your exact age but you’re a minor and you’re a traitor to everyone, you can’t trust anyone. Dream ratted you out as a traitor. You currently live with Phil and Techno, they’re okay. You’re half Enderman and half something else.  CHOOSE PEOPLE NOT SIDES. No one trusts you you’re alone again all alone why cant you remember please remember i miss fundy and niki and tommy and tubbo and ghostbur