||SIAH/SWLYL/SDBIH react to ThatMob&Twixxel as MinuteTech&SpokeIsHere||

Twixxel and ThatMob together video! sareth.b aidysseusaidy ._tunaa cookiedumb3 .nixiettee roo_star0 .katastrophiic parametric.12 slowly_719 amotaya SPOKE IS UP!! tsu_murii picturepeach003 tsu_murii lee_sussa13 lukawafflez melons_ao3 zamy._0 n0itpmeder MINUTETECH IS UP!! ||ENG VERSION|| The First music name: We Are Made of Meat The Second music name: Xevel platinum long version – THE BEGINNING!! -The video creators’ names are at the top, you can see it!! (If you’re curious about my AU, you can ask for my opinions!!) Their story kinda have some missing parts But I will add more lores about the Au! Or just post them Lol Wemmbu is also part of the family but I wanted add main characters that they gonna watch.Mob was guardian on early age!! he became "Young father" or "Brother" for Twixxel The army attacked for "The End Dragon treasures" but instead they only found Twixxel(he was around 8-9 ages) Reason why he did not recognize Mob cuz of Mob appearance became more like enderman than his old self I hope you enjoyed!! Sorry if the was shortTvT Mob was a rare hybrid of Enderman and Ender Dragon, born in the End Dimension and once bound by duty as an End Guardian. His existence was deeply tied to that realm; his eyes, pure white, reflected the strength of that connection and the authority he once held. While dwelling in the End, he discovered a young End Voidling within the halls of the End Crystalia Castle. Rather than abandon the child, ThatMob chose to raise him as his own, naming him Spoke(Twixxel). In those years, the bond between them was quiet but steadfast—guardian and ward, bound by choice rather than blood. Then the army came. The invasion tore through the End, shattering its fragile order. In the chaos, Mob was driven from his homeland and cast into the Overworld.(He later cam back to contunie his job but his apperance changed so much in overworld) Hybrids of the Ender Dragon carry a living tether to the End; when that tether is severed, the powers it once sustained begin to fade. Over time, Mob’s white eyes slowly darkened to green—an outward sign of the connection he had lost. Though long-lived and resilient, he was not truly immortal. He simply endured, adapting to a world that was never meant to be his home, while quietly holding onto the hope that Twixxel had somehow survived. Twixxel, meanwhile, had been taken by the army’s commander and raised in the Overworld. He retained clear memories of the End itself—the vast emptiness, the floating islands, the strange beauty of that distant realm—yet the faces and finer details of those he once knew grew uncertain with time. When the two finally crossed paths again, Twixxel did not recognize the figure standing before him. Mob, however, knew him at once. The absence of Twixxel’s wings was the clearest proof. Seeing them cut away struck Mob with a mixture of profound relief and sharp guilt. Relief that the child he had raised still lived; guilt that he had not been there to prevent whatever suffering had followed their separation. He wondered, as any guardian might, whether a different choice—staying, fighting longer, finding another way—might have changed the course of things.Yet he did not reveal himself at once.Instead, he offered only the name “Mob.” Perhaps he feared placing the full weight of their shared past upon Twixxel before the boy was ready. Or perhaps he wished, for a time, to discover what sort of bond might form between them now—unburdened by memory, shaped only by the present. Their reunion did not bring peace. Almost immediately they were forced to fight for their lives. Hostile entities hunted them across the Overworld—creatures drawn to their unusual natures, or remnants of the same forces that had once torn the End apart. Survival became a constant demand. Nights passed in uneasy watch; days were spent moving carefully through places that offered little safety. The world around them proved no kinder to the pair than the End had been during the invasion. Nothing about their path was simple. Every decision carried weight: when to stand and fight, when to flee, how to protect one another when their strengths no longer matched the roles they had once known. Mob still carried the instincts of a guardian, yet his weakened connection to the End left him less absolute than before. Twixxel, though resilient, had grown without the wings that once defined him, and the gaps in his memory sometimes left him hesitant when it mattered most.Still they endured—not because the road was easy, but because neither was willing to lose the other a second time. What began as a cautious reconnection became a shared struggle for survival, each day testing the fragile bond that had somehow outlasted years of separation. Whether that bond would prove strong enough to carry them through the dangers ahead remained an open question—one only their continued choices could answer.(Twix found out Mob’s truth but kinda forgot about it in Farlands)