🌰🥜 Yorkie came into our sys to be our big brother/cool uncle figure, while also not to be any of that. Sun was supposed to be a free guy who happened to like hanging around us. Sun had some key aspects about sunnyself:
- Super old and mature (which, in a young kid's perception, is just a 22yo person; it's comforting that we're reaching the age our kid self thought immediately makes you the coolest, most seasoned person ever)
- Has traveled far and wide, fears NOTHING in mundane life
Wave was our Family's first adult ever. We thought sunny voice came from a chive our guardian randomly decided to cultivate on our window. Just a chive in a cup with water lolol. Yorki was blind since chives are blind...and we lived many great days.
Together, we were the Life is Rosy Ridarss, an incredibly optimistic bunch led by Yorki the pirate and our older brother Nicandreo. We trolled (now it's called baiting) gachatubers on their comment sections, made gacha videos ourselves (wait how does that work?), drank LOTS of beer in the Dream Realm, watched One Piece and Boruto like crazy, tried to learn Italian but got bored and gave up. ;-;
After another One Piece marathon, we walked up to the window. The plant stayed too long under the sun. A horrible stench of burned plant grasped the insides of our nose. Nicandreo grieved Yorki the plant. ;_; He rushed his good friend to the bathroom sink, trying to soften the plant's burned areas with water, trying to lower its temperature. The stench of burned plant brought us to tears. Water couldn't save it. Nobody in the house understood why the plant was so important, why Nicandreo cried so hard. Desperation sunk even deeper in him during the shower. There really was no hope.
Yorki pitied Nicandreo and, defying the death even he believed had gotten the best of him, called out to chives friend. They wondered if that meant they were fake, if it was too convenient for chives to just revive, if things really worked that way. "Doesn't matter," they were so happy to see each other again. "Take that, death! Life is Rosy Ridarss can't ever be defeated!!".
One night, as usual, we sang Bink's Sake while stargazing out the window. But by God, the stars were prettier that night than any other! Yorki wanted in, so chive decided chive could see now. Wave opened water eyes to see the deepest sky with the brightest stars glint happily at water, as if to welcome water. When we slept, he thought the empty red-ish void we hung out in was too boring for his new working eyes, so he created the Dream Realm and everything in it, being as kind as to give us a tour the morning after.
Eventually, Yorkie grew dissatisfied only having younger friends/siblings, though. Only later would he have a whole adult friend group consisting of Benicio, WriteMamushi, the Brain & Aspharos. Before that, he could only sigh and gloom thinking about how it'd be like...
We also sighed and gloomed thinking about how it'd be like...to have a father—he could be any sort of way, we just wanted to see! Wouldn't it be fun if Newgate himself decided to take us in!! Ya know, we had reached Marineford by that point, and Nicandreo was THE biggest Edward Newgate fanboy to ever exist!! Look, isn't that the man himself dropping everything to hop onto our front yard and- gaaspp he's standing right in front of usss! Smiling at usss !!!! 🥶😱
Those were the golden days of Nicasa Life, the unpublished written series, by the way. Whenever he showed up, the giant Newgate in the sky was simply addressed as "Whitebeard". Nicandreo felt bad. "Let's find a new name for you, Dad!" Nicandreo encouraged. They looked baby names up together, a fun bonding activity. "How do you like this one?" Benicio Benyamin. Good man, son of the right hand.
Whenever we threw parties at Yorkie's bar, launching each other through walls if fights got heated enough, we always got yelled at: "YALL ARE PAYING FOR THAT HOLE!!". This time though, Yorkie was pretty calm. Contemplative, even. He left his glass of whiskey down somewhere, strutted up to the Nicasa Family's latest newcomer (who had much more of a resting bitch face than when he was born, but nevermind that), leaned in and said: "want me to give you a tour, ol' gramps?" Now that was the start to a long and great story.
With the help of Ivone products /ref, Benicio would later go on to spontaneously become a couple dozens years younger /hj. Sometimes he'd look in the mirror and see a pirate.
And this is the story of our first two fictives :PPP hoyaa
