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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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au where c!dream is an enderman hybrid and that was the way how he became friends with ew!ranboo

yo!! this is such a fun concept, and i love c!endersmile with all my heart haha. have this fun ficlet (and sorry for the late ask) !

tws: none? i think. woah !!! :O

“Hey, Boo.”

Ranboo turns, chirping happily at the sight of the masked man behind him. Dream smiles softly, brushing his mask out of the way to expose his face as he settles to sit besides him.

He doesn’t look that good, if Ranboo is being honest. His face is pale, the undersides of his eyes mark with dark, bruise-like shadows. His smile twitches a bit at the corners, shoulders pulled up and tense. Ranboo watches him as he turns to look at the side, ears flicking absently as he continues to stare intently at Dream.

“What are you looking at?” Dream says, finally noticing his scrutiny, narrowing his eyes playfully with a small laugh.

“Have you slept at all?”

Dream’s smile falters, slightly, and Ranboo glares at him half-heartedly as he raises his hands in mock-offense.

“Woah! Give a guy a break, will you? I didn’t know I was going to be interrogated,” Dream looks away, the heavy sigh that falls from his lips immediately after betraying his lighthearted tone. Ranboo chirps again, indignantly, when Dream doesn’t offer an answer, and Dream huffs.

“No, I didn’t,” and there it is, Ranboo thinks tiredly as he hisses quietly in reprimand. Dream balks, clicking quietly in indignation as his ears raise, “Don’t give me that! It’s fine, really, I’ll sleep later. You worry too much.”

“And you’re an idiot” Ranboo snips back, thoroughly enjoying the way Dream makes a series of clicking noises instinctually, spluttering in his seat, and rather childishly decides to stick his tongue out at the other. Dream rolls his eyes.

“So mature,” he huffs, and Ranboo does it again for good measure.

“Ender’s lights, what am I going to do with you?” Dream smiles, reaching over to ruffle his hair while Ranboo makes a big show of unhinging his jaw and baring his teeth in rebellion. Dream finger combs through it, shaking his head as he does so. “This is getting long, you know.”

Ranboo shrugs. “I think I was planning on getting it cut soon.”

“Mm,” Dream sifts through the strands gently, and Ranboo purrs quietly at the feeling. “Whatever you want. I like it.”

He keeps combing through the locks carefully, and Ranboo relaxes at the feeling of the fingers easing through his hair, the calloused fingertips pressing lightly against his scalp and drawing soft chirps and purrs from his lungs. He vaguely feels it as the hands go from combing aimlessly to doing- something, bringing strands of hair together and pulling them taut, twisting together into something that feels complicated even as Ranboo’s head tips to his chest, brain going pleasantly foggy as he drifts asleep.

“Boo?” Dream’s voice cuts through the mist, turning into chirps and clicks of his own when he doesn’t immediately respond. “Did you fall asleep?”

“No,” Ranboo protests, his words losing significant weight when a yawn cuts him off. “M’awake.”

“Are you tired? Have you been sleeping enough?” Dream frowns, looking at him closer. “You better not be skipping out on sleep to hang out with me when your asleep side doesn’t know, Boo.”

Ranboo swats at him with his tail, getting a sharp yelp in return. “Hypocrite. How many hours have you slept in the last week, again?”

“That’s different!”

“Yeah, and I’m the Ender Dragon.”

Dream huffs, making a small chirruping noise as his tail moves from side to side. “You’re such a brat.”

“And you’re old.”

Dream whacks him lightly on the head, and Ranboo - unable to hold it back anymore - begins to laugh, starting with soft giggles that devolve into gasping, full-blown laughter when Dream’s composure similarly begins to crumble. They’re both a little sleep deprived, so it’s probably at least half out of delirium, but it’s nice to see Dream so relaxed, for once, so he doesn’t say anything further. After a while, when they’ve both calmed down, Ranboo settles back onto the palms of his hands, tail swishing gently behind him as he looks into the sky.

“It’s a clear night today,” he says after a moment, slightly awed despite how many times he’s looked into the same sky before. He reaches a hand up towards it, fur a stark white against the blue-black night. Deep inside his chest, something stirs in longing. “It’s a little like-”

“Home,” Dream chirps next to him, quiet enough that Ranboo only barely hears it. He smiles softly as he looks over before switching to Common, “The End.”

Ranboo hums in agreement. His mind swirls with half-formed memories, the gaps filled by Dream’s descriptions and his own imagination- a sky even darker and more vast than the one above them, spindly purple trees stretching up over islands of pale, porous rock, obsidian towers too high to see the tops of, bearing magical crystals as protection for the Dragon’s nest. He loves the Overworld, loves the home he has made here, loves the people - but some part of him, a shard lodged deep in his chest that burns cold at the sight of the sparkling sky above him, never quite stops pulling him home.

“Why is the End blocked off?”

He winces as soon as the question leaves his mouth; it’s something he’s wondered for a long time, but nothing he ever asked. From what he’s heard about the End’s Guardian, from Phil and Techno, and how unexplored the strongholds have been that he’s found, he’s got the impression that Dream is a little touchy about his heritage, or at least the place he came from. To his surprise, Dream doesn’t have any obvious outward reaction to the question, simply humming in that insufferable, noncommittal sort of way he does sometimes that makes it impossible to really know what he’s thinking about.

“I was worried, at first,” he starts, seeming to weigh each word before he speaks, “that it would be too dangerous. And then things here got messy, and I became worried for home, instead.” Ranboo nods after Dream goes quiet, sensing that the older won’t give any further explanation. He leans back again, looking up at the sky, when Dream suddenly speaks once more.

“I’ll bring you, one day, voidchild,” Ranboo startles a bit at the term of endearment, fur standing up in embarrassment. Dream laughs softly, the sound settling deeper into a purr. “After all of this, when it’s safer for everyone again. I can show you around.”

Ranboo smiles, a purr of his own rumbling deep inside his chest. “I think I’d like that.”

---

Months later, Ranboo stands at the water’s edge, the skin around his eyes burning as he stubbornly refuses to let the tears within them fall. The area around the prison is as quiet and haunted as ever, the obsidian walls serving as a silent witness to his anger in the middle of the night.

“Liar,” he hisses, a traitorous tear slipping past and burning a trail down his face. Just as every time before, nothing shifts, no one comes; there is only the cold night air and Pandora’s Vault, here, to watch his grief. “You said you would bring me home.”

The wind whips at his face, blowing the water away and easing the sting. His voice cracks against his will as he looks down and away. “Who’s going to show me around now?”

#> my asks #my asks !!#my writing :d #> my writing

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findingjoynweirdstuff · 3 years

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Dream SMP Recap (May 12/2021) - The L’Sandburg Ultimatum

Foolish leaves a message for the L’Sandburgians telling them that they have overstayed their welcome on his land and that they must take down their walls in five days.

Those yellow flags will be white, or this means war.

Meanwhile, Ranboo receives a letter back from the Council.

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Foolish

Philza

Captain Puffy

Ranboo

Badboyhalo

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- L’Sandburg has gone too far. At Foolish’s summer home, he explains that the L’Sandburgians have not only built a massive wall, but closed off the toll gate!

- They’ve gotten a little too aggressive Foolish says, taking a toll-free shortcut that’s been conveniently dug beneath the wall

(Said shortcut is a hole with a ladder going all the way down to bedrock, a few blocks of horizontal tunnel and another hole going all the way back up to the surface with a tiny piece of the ladder missing halfway up)

- L’Sandburg has left Foolish no choice but to fight back. He is reluctant to start a war yet, as he would rather not use TNT on his own land.

- The first thing he does is take down the gate. For now, he leaves them a message:

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Dear L’Sandberg,

You are in violation of the original agreement of building inside of one chunk of territory. Not only have you further expanded but you have the audacity to make a toll gate ON LAND OWNED BY FOOLISH. I expect this to be torn down by the residents of L’Sandberg within 5 days. I WILL NOT LISTEN TO ANY DISPUTE OVER THESE LAND CLAIMS!

- Foolish

5-12-21

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- Ponk visits the summer home and speaks with Foolish to tell him that he’s named his skeleton horse for him, and walked the bee.

- He leads Foolish all the way past Eret’s castle to the trapped flower hill. At the top, he places a bunch of maps with pictures of money on them

- He shows Foolish the underside of the hill, which is rigged with TNT. He blocks off the entrance as Foolish tries to run, shouts “LOVE ME” and lights it, sending the entire hill into an explosion

- Foolish asks what’s wrong with him and kills his dog. Ponk asks if he’s having a blast right now. As they walk back, Ponk turns to Foolish and says he trusts him to look after something, throwing him a poppy named “Sam <3″

Foolish: “Oh, this’ll be perfect for -- never mind.”

- Ponk then asks if Foolish notices anything different -- his eyes! He is Egg-free now

- They go up the MLG tower, and Foolish brings up the IOUs with Ponk. He mentions he’ll be going on a date soon and wants Ponk to be his waiter. Ponk says he’d be down

- Ponk tries to trade Foolish Netherite blocks for gold. He soon has to leave for the Twitch Rivals event

- Phil continues to work on the basement and chats with Tommy for a bit

- Ranboo goes to check his mailbox. Inside is a letter and an enchanted golden apple:

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Hello! No new news yet. We have been keeping an eye on things and everything seems to be going okay so far. In our searches one of us found something that may be of use to you! We have left it in this chest. We respect your wishes. - The Council

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- Ranboo leaves a return message:

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Council, Thank you for your gift it will prove to be of good use. Please make sure that you keep a close eye on everything happening regarding what we spoke about earlier. If i have any more requests i will give them to you here. Thank you again. - Ranboo

---

- After Eret blew up the glitch cube (with Fundy’s permission), Puffy lights the obsidian frame into Nether portals

- She then goes to check on L’Puffburg, seeing the message from Foolish. She takes the empty book and quill to write a reply:

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I agree with Foolish and also you should give Puffy diamonds as well because I’m also offended

- Puffy

---

- She returns to working on her base back home

- Puffy later speaks with Badboyhalo extensively about Tall Mama

- They meet up at L’Sandburg and Bad shows off the wall before noticing the message, reading it

- Purpled logs onto the server for a few minutes

- Bad is enraged. He, out of the kindness of his heart, made a toll-free shortcut for Foolish! They take the shortcut. When they finally emerge out the other end of the shortcut, they come face to face with Foolish

Bad: I love this wall

Puffy: “I think I’ve heard that quote somewhere...”

- He speaks with Foolish, who is upset that Bad has made this wall. Bad explains that their economy was experiencing turmoil due to a loss of toll revenue

- Bad brings up Tall Cactus, insisting that while they gave Foolish Tall Cactus back, the L’Sandburgians kept ownership of the strip of land. Foolish disagrees

- Bad says that canonically, this is their path! Foolish replies that canonically, he gives two shits about this

- Foolish disapproves of the shortcut. Bad offers to improve it. While they discuss toll, Puffy starts twerking, asking why inflation has increased the toll to one golden apple

Foolish: “Five days. Five days for this wall to come down...or we might have turmoil.”

- Foolish refuses to pay the toll. Bad offers him a special yearly tollbooth pass for ten apples. Puffy pays him nine. L’Sandburg Toll Company thanks her for business

- Foolish threatens to hire Purpled to come kill them. Puffy hands Foolish the apples to pay to Bad. Puffy asks Bad if she and Foolish can make a drug cartel that passes underneath the wall

- Bad asks Puffy to join him in defending the wall as L’Sandburg and L’Puffburg, offering her 50% of the toll revenue. Puffy isn’t on board.

- Puffy brings up Tall Mama. They talk about Tall Mama. Eventually the subject returns to the wall

Bad: “Oh, so it’s gonna be war then, is that it?”

Foolish: “Oh, is that what this is? Huh, Bad? You want war!”

- Foolish lets Bad know to respond by letter. Or, he can surrender right now, and settle things peacefully.

Foolish: “Bad, you see these yellow flags?”

Bad: “Yes.”

Foolish: “They better be white in five days.”

- Foolish says he’ll hire a bunch of mercenaries and end the war swiftly. Bad says he can pay them more to hire them over to his side.

- Foolish threatens to set up a TNT canon aimed at the wall. Bad says he can rig TNT underneath the entire place so that if it ever goes, it will be nothing but a huge crater the size of Wyoming. They proceed to discuss Wyoming

- Foolish shows Bad Finley, his child. Bad almost refuses to give Finley back, but returns her

- They go back and look at the Tall Mama poster at Bad’s house

- Then they stack themselves in boats. Many innuendos are made

- Afterwards, though, Foolish tells Bad that this changes nothing. The walls of L’Sandburg must still come down. Bad is sad

Puffy: “Yeah it meant more to you, Bad, than it meant to him.”

Foolish: “It was a one-boat-stand, okay Bad?”

- After dealing with some technical issues for a bit, Bad tries to find Skeppy for his trident and starts following Ranboo around to see what he’s up to.

- Bad finally spots Skeppy lurking on a tree, but Skeppy logs off when Bad tries to go to him. Bad tries repeatedly to convince Skeppy to log back on so he can kill him and retrieve the trident

- After the chase, Bad goes to L’Sandburg to fill chat in on the conflict, saying that Foolish seems to have declared war on L’Sandburg. Bad is unfazed by his threats and leaves his own response:

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EAT DIRT FOOLISH LSANDBURG WILL LIVE FOREVER!!!

DOWN WITH THE TYRANICAL TOTEM!!!

DIEEEEE

- With love, - BBH

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He signs the book “<3″

- Bad then “improves” the shortcut with lava out of the kindness of his heart and reinforces the wall with concrete

- Next, he tweaks the flags, making them black and yellow. He plans to mine a bunch of obsidian for the wall

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Upcoming Events:

- The ultimatum deadline (five days)

- Foolish’s date

- Quackity’s business opening

- Quackity’s next lore stream

- Tales From the SMP: “Space Race”

- Ponk’s lore stream

- Dream’s lore video

- Sapnap’s possible lore stream

- Awesamdude lore stream

#dream smp #dream smp recaps #long posts

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teddy06writes · 3 years

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A Day In The Life

requesred by this genius anon: “Aight imma hit you with a good one: Literally everything as platonic, but a day in the life of reader in high school with the minor gang (too my, tubbo, ranboo) and all the faculty at the school are dreamsmp members”

Platonic! Minors gang (tommy, tubbo, ranboo and purpled) x reader

trigger warnings: none

premise: a day in the life of a student at the DSMP public high school

{with all the shit that goes on the smp there's no way it could be anything but a public school}

{also if I do things slightly off or something its cause my high school is weird, we only have four blocks a day, but I think most have seven, so we’re going with that}

{also the dream/george thing, is based on two of the sciences teachers at my school being suspected of having an affiar}

{Full teacher list:

English: Mr. NotFound

Drama: Mr. Soot

Spanish: Mr. Dream (its mexican dream lol)

Gym: Coach Sapnap and Coach Punz

Home ec: Miss Nihachu

Music: Mr. Quackity

Chemistry: Mr. Halo}

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Home room: Mr. Callahan

You sighed, trudging toward the school entrance, god it was way to early for this.

The halls were already crowded with people heading to there home rooms, and Mr. Minecraft, the principal, was standing outside the admin offices, greeting everyone with a smile.

“Good morning, (y/n).”

“Good morning Mr. Minecraft.” You grumbled as you passed.

You hurried through the foyer and up the stairs, toward Mr. Callahan’s room.

“Hey!” Tubbo called, hurrying down the hallway, “(y/n)!”

“Hey Tubbo.” you yawned.

He fell into step with you, “You think Callahan will actually show today?”

The one good thing about your home room teacher is that none of the kids ever seemed to have seen him. It meant that some days, while other home rooms had lectures of bullying or something, your class got to hang out for 30 minutes.

“I don’t think he even exists.” Purpled said, falling in on your other side.

“He definitely doesn’t.” You agreed.

History: Mr. Blade

“Hey (y/n)!” Ranboo called from his seat at the front of the room as you came in.

He was lucky enough to have moved homerooms and ended up getting the same room as his first block.

“Hello Ranboo.” you sighed, sitting down in your seat next to him.

Tommy came in and plopped down behind you, “Well you sound like shit.”

“No swearing in my classroom, Tommy.” Mr. Blade chided, hardly looking up from the book on his desk.

You turned to look at Tommy, “It’s too early for this.”

“You say that everyday!” He laughed.

“Yeah! Cause this class starts at 7:45 in the god damn morning!” You half exclaimed.

“Bloody hell you’d think you’d get used to it-”

“Tommy, what did I say about swearing?” Mr. Blade cut Tommy off.

“But you didn’t yell at (y/n)!” Tommy yelled, “That’s not fair Tech!”

Me. Blade glared at his brother, “Do you want me to send you down to Phil’s office Tommy?”

“I didn’t even do anything!”

After a moment under Mr. Blades glare, Tommy sighed, “Please don’t send me down to Phil.”

The teacher didn’t respond, instead standing up and moving to stand in front of the board, queuing up the intro slides for the day, “All right everyone, settle down. Today in our ‘tour of the ancient world’ or whatever, we’re going to start our mini unit on Greece.”

Statistics/Math: Mr. Was Taken

After a class that ended mostly in a rant about the myth of Heracles, you said goodbye to Ranboo and Tommy and met up with Purpled to head to math.

Mr. Wastaken was already passing out the notes when you two got there, sliding into your seats at the back of the classroom just as the bell rang.

“You’re late.” He chided, dropping the papers onto your desk, then Purpleds.

“Purp needed to refill his water bottle.” You explained.

“Seriously?” Mr. Wastaken questioned, “Dude, it’s second block, why the hell was your water already empty?”

Purpled shrugged, “P.E?”

“Ehh, wrong, Sapnap doesn’t have you till sixth period.”

“Stairs... are murder man.” He fumbled.

You nodded, “First floor to the fourth floor is tough Mr. Wastaken.”

Rolling his eyes, the teacher moved back to the front of the room, “Alright, last nights homework was a bit of a flop so we’ll be more review for the quiz tomorrow.”

You groaned internally, pulling out your pencil.

Purpled nodded, “I fuckin hate review days.”

“I can hear you, you know!” Mr. WasTaken half yelled.

Chemistry: Mr. Halo

After Math you and Purpled headed down to the science hall to meet back up with Tubbo to head to Chem.

“Welcome back everybody!” Mr. Halo greeted cheerily, “Good to see smiling faces for chemistry!”

How he managed to stay so upbeat, no one would ever know.

You sat down at your lab table with Tubbo, “You think we actually make it to doing the lab today before he starts talking about Mr. Skeppy again?”

“Oh no chance.”

You chuckled, pulling out your notebook as Mr. Halo pulled up the opening review before the lab.

Twenty minutes later found you elbow deep in the lab, quite literally.

“It was supposed to just be a small scale elephants toothpaste!” Mr. Halo cried.

Purpled grinned, “You should’ve taken my wildcard factor into account sir.”

You laughed, wiping the foam off your apron (thank god for lab aprons), “That was brilliant!”

A few minutes earlier, Tubbo had helped him do out the math to scale up the experiment by 20%, and you had willingly given up your own materials to help.

Now most of the classroom was covered in the foam, and Purpled and the girl who had been unfortunate enough to be partnered with him were knee deep in it.

“I sent the video to the groupchat.” Tubbo whispered.

“Good.” You chuckled again.

Mr. Halo groaned, “You three start cleaning this up, Elizabeth, dear, why don’t you join a different group.”

“I volunteer to switch with her!” Drista yelled, “they look like fun!”

Mr. Halo sighed, “No- no absolutely not- I can’t deal with you added to the mix.”

Drista pouted, the rest of the class went back to there work, and you, Tubbo and Purpled began to clean up the foam.

Drama: Mr. Soot

As Purpled left for his history class, you and tubbo headed twoard the music/performing arts suit, where you met up with Ranboo.

“Tommy said he wished he could’ve been there to see the foam.” Ranboo reported as Tubbo peeled off into the band room, and you both continued on to the green room.

“Hello, Hello, Hello!” Mr. Soot greeted in an aussie accent (you know the one).

“Oh god please say were not doing accents today.” Ranboo muttered.

Mr. Soot laughed, “Nah, we’re going to do some more rounds of improv.”

“Oh thank god.” You said as you moved to take a seat at one of the side tables.

“That would have been hell.” Ranboo agreed.

More people poured into the room, take seats all around as Mr. Soot began to dig through on of the closets.

As the bell rang he let out a triumphant cheer, turning around and brandishing a very large bowl of paper slips, “I found the prompts!”

“Oh dear lord.” Ranboo muttered.

“Mr. Soot can we please do like, anything else?” You asked, “Like scenes, or hell I’d even take monologues, you know we’re all shit at improv!”

The teacher sighed, “I suppose we could do something else. I guess we can begin our next topic, you’re all going to be assigned scenes and given time to practice them, we’ll present on Friday!”

The entire class breathed a sigh of relief that you had managed to change his mind.

~~ English: Mr. NotFound

After a very chaotic lunch full of Tubbo retelling a bunch of jokes Mr. Quackity had told during music, you trudged off to the one class that didn’t have any of your main group of friends in.

The one good thing about having Mr. NotFound as a teacher was that he had no clue what he was doing.

More often then not you would be left to do essays or read the required books, and then watch the movies that went along with them.

And, just your luck, your English block happened to take place during Mr. Wastaken’s prep period.

“Right, everyone, today’s a work day, finish up anything you need to for this class, or another, and I’ll put on a movie.” Mr. NotFound said as soon as everyone was seated.

Ten minutes into the movie the teacher had left, and you pulled up the group chat.

(y/n): Mr. NotFound has yet again suspiciously left during class.

Purp: sus

Purp: just went by WasTaken’s room

Purp: he’s not there

BooBoy: I saw him down in the science hall ten minutes ago

BeEs: Science hall is oposite to English isn’t it

(y/n): yeah it is

BooBoy: very sus

Purp: I swear their having an affair

BeEs: defintly a lesbian

BeEs: *leassion

BeEs: lesion

BeEs: le-a-zon

BeEs: you know what I mean!

BooBoy: take your time Tubbo

You chuckled quietly, putting your phone down to look back up at the movie on the screen.

Spanish: Mr. Dream (its mexican dream lol)

“AYYYY kids!”

You groaned as your Spanish teacher burst into the room.

“What is with this guy?” Tommy muttered.

“ayy man not cool.” Mr. Dream said.

“Mr. Dream your ten minutes late!” Someone pointed out.

“SHut up man. And I told you just call me Mexican Dream!” The teacher said.

You frowned, “That doesn’t make sense, theres no way your first name is ‘mexican’.”

“Well its not,” He explained, “But its cause I’m the Mexican version of that math teacher!”

“Why couldn’t I have taken French like Boo and Purp?” Tommy asked the ceiling quietly.

~~ Home ec: Miss Nihachu

The last block of the day was always the best, but not just because school would be over soon.

There were three main reasons why everyone agreed it was the best.

1. Miss Nihachu was the nicest teacher in school

2. baking was done often, and everyone always got to take some home

3. it was the one class you, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled all had together.

Soon your found yourself crowded into one of the tiny kitchen areas with all your friends, as Miss Nihachu gave instructions.

“Now, if you make a mess you will be cleaning it up! I’m looking at your kitchen a!” She said, half threateningly.

Ranboo pushed away from the group, “I’m not with them I swear!”

Miss Nihachu rolled her eyes playfully, “Sure your not.”

Surprisingly, a mess was not fully made.

Somehow between Tommy wanting to taste the cookie dough at every step from butter to flour, Tubbo trying to add as many chocolate chips as he could, and Purpled all but refusing to move from where he was sitting on the counter, you and Ranboo managed to get the cookies into the oven with no real disasters.

As you wiped down the empty counter space you sighed, “That wasn’t too bad.”

“Yeah.” Tubbo agreed.

Tommy only nodded, still eating the large glob of cookie dough he’d stolen.

Ten minutes before the bell rang and when everyone was supposed to be finishing cleaning up you sniffed the air suspiciously, “Why do I smell burning?”

Tubbo took a deep breath, “I smell it too.”

“Oh yeah, something is definitly burning.” Ranboo agreed.

You whirled to face Purpled, who was absently scrolling through his phone, “Purp you did set a timer right?”

#mcyt x reader #platonic!mcyt x reader #minors gang #teddy06 writes #teddy06

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starrywolf101 · 3 years

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For the zombieinnit thing what about different people finding out how fragile Tommy is

The 5 Times Tommy Gets Hurt

(+1 he gets protected)

1 - Jack Manifold

He had a brief interaction with Manifold on the day he left the prison, but he was still reeling and not truly listening to anything Jack said. That day was more of a blur than anything.

But now here he was, wanting Jack to stop rebranding the hotel. It was only a couple weeks since the last time he'd seen the other, but by now he's made more strides in recovering. Nobody but Puffy, Sam, Tubbo, Ranboo, and Michael knew about his zombie status yet.

Currently Jack Manifold and him were locked in a glaring content, both of his eyes locked onto the other's heterochromic eyes.

"Look, Jack, you can keep managing it and everything, but I really need you to remember that it's my property. Not yours, you arse."

Apparantly not liking that answer, Jack sneers and shoves Tommy. Freezing up in fear, Tommy doesn't even trying to defend himself from the attack. He loses his balance and falls to the ground, skull hitting the floor with a sickening crack. Regret flairs through Jack's veins as he immediately drops to his knees to check over the kid. Tommy's eyes are glazed over as he stares blankly up. His mind is replaying the moment he died over and over again, when his skull was slammed into the obsidian floor. Back in the present, Jack calls Sam Nook for help, the robot had been standing outside the hotel as per usual. He didn't actually want Tommy dead... again,,

When the robot had started helping Tommy, the kid's new... symptoms having been recorded into It's database, Jack had nearly puked. The back of Tommy's head, where he had hit the ground, looked rotted, and... ew was that Tommy's brain??? How was the kid still awake!?

He watches in shock as Sam Nook pours a potion of harming onto Tommy's injury, nearly jumping in to stop the robot, before watching with widened eyes as the wound healed...

"YOU WILL SPEAK NOTHING OF THIS JACK MANIFOLD."

Jack had nodded silently and fled the scene. There was so much to process...

2 - Sapnap

Sapnap and Tommy have always had a... complicated relationship. Sometimes they got along, and other times they were against each other. But since Dream had cut all attachments, Tommy had shown sympathy and reached out an olive branch to the other, and Sapnap had taken it. They still don't always get along perfectly, but its back to how it used to be... playful teasing and pranks!

But since the kid had left the prison, he's been... quieter. Seeing Tommy so quiet felt wrong.

In fact, he rarely saw the kid nowadays.

Having been looking for an excuse to see the teen, Sapnap had found the perfect thing. By a river, he'd found a rock that, if you squinted, it was shaped like a dick. Surely Tommy would get a kick out of this!

Approaching the dirt shack, gift in his pocket, Sapnap had a slight skip in step. He knocks on the door and called out for the boy.

"Tooommmyy! Are you home?"

A crash inside the home was worrying, but a quiet groan of pain set off alarm bells. Without another thought, Sapnap tries the doorknob— surprisingly the door was unlocked. Did this kid want to be stolen from??? Shaking off the stray thoughts, once again focused on the task at hand, he opens the door and enters. A light on downstairs leads Sapnap into a storage room with Tommy sitting curled up in the corner.

A rancid smell hits his nostrils and he scrunches his nose. An odor that was familiar to the awful smell of meat having gone bad.

Walking up to the teen, Tommy stared back at him with large, scared eyes. He was cradling his hand close to his chest, hiding it from view. And now that he was closer, something in the back of his mind registered that the smell was coming from the kid.

"Hey Tommy," Sapnap's voice took on a softness usually reserved for his close friends and his fiances. "Wanna tell me what happened so I can help?"

After a moment of Tommy examining his facial expression, he must've realize Sapnap meant no harm, and hesitantly holds his hand out. What Sapnap sees makes him want to vomit. Across Tommy's palm was a huge cut, but it was green and purple... the muscles torn and bone glimpseable .

Frowning, Sapnap mumbles: "Oh, kid... Here, I have a regen pot on me–"

"NO" Tommy's panicked shout cuts him off mid-sentence. "I– I mean," the kid gets quiet and nervous. "Use the one from my chest...: He shakily points towards the single chest across the room with his good hand.

Shaking off the shock, Sapnal roots through the chest and pulls out a bottle ful of a sickly potion... upon realizing what kind of potion it was, the cogs in his head turn. Rancid smell, rotted wound, potion of harming... Tommy was undead.

Sapnap scoots back over to Tommy, gently taking hold of the kid's wrist as to avoid spilling the potion on himself, and pours a generous amount of the viscous liquid onto Tommy's injury. The kid winces, but neither miss the twin looks of relief on their faces as the wound knits itself closed.

Seeing that Tommy was still clearly in a bad mental space, he remember the gift in his pocket. Pulling it out and handing it to the other, Sapnap smiles as he simy says: "I got you a dick rock."

Tommy's surprised, burst laugh was like music to his ears.

3 - Ghostbur

Ghostbur didn't understand what Tommy meant when he said he'd died. Tommy couldn't die, right...? No, his little brother was a survivor!

There was no way he had talked to Alivebur... but that look in Tommy's eyes... there was no way to fake that.

All the evidence kept piling up, and though he forgot some of it, some things never left his mind anymore. The way Tommy would get scared of taking damage, the way touch repulsed him... Tommy was also a lot quieter nowadays.

It was a nice day in Snowchester when it Ghostbur was confronted with the awful truth.

He had been visiting the small community when he spotted Tommy huddled up inside Tubbo's house. Obviously, he wondered why his little brother wasn't outside playing in the snow, so he goes to investigate.

"Tommy!" His raspy voice calls out cheerfully upon entering the cozy home. "Tommy what are you doing inside?"

He misses the way Tommy flinches, the terrified look in the youngest's eyes. Maybe Wilbur would've spotted it immediately, but Ghostbur wasn't him. He only saw the forced smile that covered it up, mistaking it for genuine happiness.

Tommy opens his mouth to respond, but he hesitated too long. Ghostbur was already talking again, excitedly bouncing in place. "I saw the snow outside and I remember how we used to have snowball fights when you were itty bitty, and it must've been a long time ago because now you're all tall and gangly! So I was thinking to myself, 'hmm, Tommy had been so sad lately! You know what would cheer him up? A snowball fight!' Except I can't touch the snow or else I'll melt so I thought we could go find Tubbo to play with!" It was a good thing Ghostbur didn't need to breathe anymore, because that whole rant would've taken a lot of air. Before Tommy could even finish processing all of that, Ghostbur grabs his wrist and starts tugging.

The unexpected contact send Tommy reeling, memories of a time when Wilbur would drag Tommy by the wrist, grip tight and unrelenting as the kid kicked and screamed. Times in the dark, cold ravine where nobody else could hear him plead for help. That morphed into when Dream started to doing the same thing during exile. Dream and Wilbur were interchangeable, their voices of anger and disappointment morphing into one. Adrenaline kicking in, Tommy starts shouting out for help, thrashing in Ghostbur's loose grip and causing the ghost to let go in surprise.

Luckily, Ranboo was close by and appeared inside the house. His teleportation ability kicking in without him realizing. He's quick to Tommy's side as the ghost watches on in horror. Quiet, comforting vwoops leave Ranboo's chest, and Tommy unconsciously curls closer to the source of familiar comfort. Once the majority of the panic was over, Tommy looks at Ranboo, eyes locked onto his tie. "Ra' boo?" The youngest slurs out tiredly.

"Hey, Tommy, you're safe. You're in Snowchester, with Tubbo and me."

Tommy simply nodded and closed his eyes, slumping over. The air is still for a moment, a tense quiet fills the walls of the house.

"Is... is he okay...?" Ghostbur finally speaks up.

"Honestly? Not really..." Ranboo answers, turning to look at the ghost, but never quite making eye-contact. "But he'll be better when he wakes up. Panic attacks are exhausting, especially for him nowadays.."

When Ranboo picks Tommy up, the red and white shirt rides up on his side a little, giving Ghostbur a good look at a nasty wound. Flesh eaten away to reveal the muscle underneath. Already feeling himself forgetting, Ghostbur watches the two teens leave the room.

4 - Philza

It had been awhile since he'd seen Tommy. Last time had been when he'd shown up to help Ranboo move. After the eyepatch incident, the base had been wrapped in a tense silence. Ranboo left for a few days afterwards, though Techno and Phil couldn't blame him. He did come back, but nobody spoke of what happened.

So, Phil hadn't been ready to run into Tommy in the Nether. He had just been on his way towards the larger SMP when he saw the kid sitting on a path, legs dangling off the side as he stared into the lava below. That sight set off so many alarm bells, and it took everything in Phil not to yank the kid back from the edge.

"What are you doing out here, mate?" Phil calls out, wings ruffling nervously on his back. He kept his voice and expression calm.

Tommy flinches, but his posture quickly relaxes again as he turns to look at Phil, his empty socket uncovered. Phil has to force himself to not stare at it. "Oh, its you." There was an apathetic tone to Tommy's voice that rubbed him wrong. Tommy was one of the most expressive people he'd ever met, and to hear him so emotionless...

Contrary to popular belief, he was not Tommy's dad. He hadn't even met the kid until his son, Wilbur, had gotten attached. But that Tommy was very different from the one he's looking at now. What had caused this change?

"You just gonna keep fucking staring at me like I'm some circus freak, or are you gonna sit down already?" Tommy pulls Phil out of his thoughts, causing the man to blink in confusion. He accepts the offer before the teen catching his mind— sitting cross-legged on the path beside Tommy, but not too close. They sit in silence for a bit, listening to the songs of the Nether. Piglins and Zombie Piglins oink and snort, there's a distant cry of a Ghast, and even the lava is bubbling to its own tune. Every now and then, Phil catches himself staring at Tommy, forcing himself to look elsewhere when he does. Tommy catches on, "I know I'm handsome and all, but staring is considered rude, bitch. Thought someone as old as you would know that," there's a hint of teasing in his tone.

Embarrassment floods his veins, causing Phil's wings to poof a bit, but he could blame it on the heat. "Erm– Sorry, mate... just caught up in my own head, I guess,"

Tommy rolls his eye and makes direct eye-contact with Phil. "I don't want your pity. I don't care for your thoughts. If you have questions, ask them now, cause you might never get another opportunity."

Phil swallows heavily and looks away. A lot of questions raced through his mind, but only one stuck:

"Did you talk to Wilbur?"

The teen grimaced, and that was an answer all in itself. "Yeah, asshole talked about solitare for months straight, would not shut up about the stupid game."

Oh... that hadn't been the answer he was expecting.

"And then continued to want to destroy the entirety of the SMP. He's acting crazier than before, but I guess I would too if I sat in a void for nine years too."

He remembers reading something about the time difference between death and life... back when he was still researching revival. Moving on from his question about Wilbur, he then asks: "How have you been doing?"

Tommy simply shrugs. "Usually? I'm either knee deep in flashbacks, or I'm aware enough to stumble about. Today? Can't feel a thing– 'm hollow. That's why I don't care about the questions,, I literally can't."

His heart breaks as he listens to Tommy's words, here is a kid so beat down and ruined by the world. To the point where he's gone numb. Not sure what else to do, Phil pulls Tommy into a hug, wrapping his wings around them. "I'm sorry."

Still for just a moment, Tommy slowly leans into the embrace, "Yeah.. me too."

5 - Puffy

Captain Puffy prides herself on being there for her friends. For trying for those she loves. Learning that she didn't try hard enough for Tommy left her broken.

And then, by some miracle, he was back. But... not as he was. In fact, the trauma he's lived (and died) through seems to have shut the once lively boy down.

She finds him hesitating outside her therapy office, or therapuffy as she calls it, fiddling with his torn and bloodied shirt. She mentally noted that he needs a new wardrobe.

"Hey, Tommy! What's up, my dude?" She keeps her voice soft and upbeat, not wanting to scare him away. "Did you need something?"

She internally frowns at the way he shies away from her, even though she's not anywhere near enough to initiate contact. Even stranger is how he doesn't fully turn to face her, half his face obscured from view. Still, she doesn't show she noticed it, and continues to smile warmly. Here was a duckling who was afraid of opening back up, but desperately in need of that love and affirmation he deserves. But she has to wait for him to come to her.

Realizing that maybe he wouldn't start anything on his own, she starts up the conversation. "Did you hear about the latest prank on Bad?" She asks. When Tommy shakes his head, the corner of her lip quirks up in amusement as she continues. "Somebody put a bunch of swear words all over his house!" That gets a chuckle out of Tommy.

They sit in silence after that, though its not awkward. It feels more like Tommy is internally debating on what to say, and Puffy didn't want to distract him. After a minute, with his voice uncharacteristically quiet, he asks: "Do you have any potions...?"

"Yeah! I've got some in storage," She hums. "Do you wanna come with me to get some?"

He hesitantly nods before turning his body to fully face her. That's when she saw it. His cheek in the left side of his face was rotted away, revealing teeth and gums. Nausea twisted in her gut, but still somehow remains calm. Instead of even referencing the gruesome sight, she simply smiles and holds out her hand. Seeming to get the message, Tommy places his hand in hers. She leads him down to where she kept most of her stuff, and sits him down on a spare surface– the place being an empty chest just sitting out.

"What kind of potion you need?" She asks, not wanting to assume and end up messing up.

"...Harming,"

Humming, Puffy digs around for a minute before successfully retrieving a potion of harming. It was a drinking one, surprisingly enough. Usually she just turned all of those into splash pots. Pulling on a pair of gloves and dousing a spare rag in the viscous liquid. Carefully holding up the soaked rag to his face, she hovers just above the rotting flesh and asks: "May I?"

Tommy nods and she presses the cloth to his cheek. She can feel the flesh knit itself back together under the cloth. Once she was sure it was healed, she hands whats left of the potion over for Tommy to drink. That'll fix up any internal damages he was possibly dealing with.

He grimaces as he accepts the bottle, "It always tastes like that shit nasty medicine i took as a kid.." he grumbles before throwing his head back to gulp the potion down as quickly as possible. Her inner pirate from days long gone idly thinks that Tommy would he good at putting down shots.

He soon leaves after that, not a word from either of them. Puffy silently promises to look out for the kid.

+1 - Techno

Tommy was being chased down by Bad and Ant again... though they were quickly gaining on him. Since coming back from the dead, Tommy's had very poor stamina, and he's not sure if its a zombie thing or him being very unhealthy thing. Being skin and bones, unhealthy underweight, would definitely affect him,, but he just couldn't seem to put any of the weight back on now.

The Egg cult must've been especially focused on him, bevause they were still chasing him, and Tommy was stumbling through a snow biome... Deja vu much?

Panting, Tommy can only hear the blood rushing in his ears, his heavy breathing, and the crunching of snow.

There's a light in the distance, though! And a very familiar cabin. Alarms blared in his head, his traitorous brain reminding him that he wasn't welcome here anymore. He didn't have much time to think, though, because his foot gets stuck in a snowdrift, causing him to collapse into the cold, frozen ground. The snow cushions his fall, though he definitely feels his foot pop off from his ankle.

"Well well well, looks like its the end of the road, Tommyinnit... again." Bad mocks in a chilling voice– it was a hollow sort of joy, a mimic of how warm Bad's voice used to be. He watches as Ant picks up the detached foot, frozen still with fear. "Any last words, Tommy?"

He squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for his swift end... knowing that Bad was lifting up an axe to swing. Only for it to never come. Instead a clank of metal on metal, and a familiar monotone voice.

"You see, I can't let you do that. You're all on my land, and I'd hate for the snow to stain red."

Peaking open an eye, he's in awe of the sight before him. Technoblade was standing in front of him, his axe having blocked the strike. Bad and Ant look at each other, nod, and back off. It was obvious that going against The Blade was a losing battle. Ant drops the foot into the snow as the two retreat.

Techno puts away his weapon and crouches down to pick up the foot. "What are you doing here, Theseus?" Techno didn't turn towards him.

"Give it back." Tommy ignores the question, putting up his wall. "That's mine, you arse."

"What do you mean its yours? Whose foot is this anyways–" Techno's words cut off as he turns to face Tommy, finally taking in the kid's appearance.

Tommy wasn't wearing his eyepatch, but thats not what caught his attention. It was the lack of a foot attached to his body. Quickly realizing why Tommy was demanding back the foot, he hands it over to the kid, watching in morbid fascination as he pops it right back onto his leg and rolling his ankle. The voices were all screaming different things,and he couldn't make sense of what they were saying.

"So... uh, the weird egg people were chasing you?"

Techno sucked at small talk, but he honestly didn't know what to say as Tommy stood up and brushed the snow off himself. "I'm immune and shit— well I was before the uh, prison visit. But I think I'm still immune."

"Ah,"

...

"Uh, I'm gonna go back home.." Tommy points towards the Nether Portal. "Thank you for saving me, or whatever.."

"Yeah.. yeah,"

...

"I'm just... gonna go."

Techno watches as Tommy starts to head off, slowly crunching through the snow.

He didn't know what terms he was on with the kid, but it didn't seem nearly as hostile as before. It probably wouldn't hurt anything if he started to watch out for Tommy from the shadows..

[Masterpost]

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Okay its done, I've been working on this for ages! I also didn't go back and read it, and most of this was written while I was exhausted, so there's that

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Cruelty of the Beast - Part 16

( previous. )

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Characters: c!Puffy, c!Phil, c!Techno, c!Dream Word count: 1776 Content: blood, violence, mention of war, brief family reunion, major character death, grief

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Puffy scours the ‘battlefield’. There are already explosions being set off around her, with buildings being destroyed. In the days between Quackity finding Tommy and now, she has to wonder if they’d snuck back to plant more TNT.

Or had they come beforehand?

Around her, people are screaming and running. People she wouldn’t normally give a second glance to, but she recognizes a few of them, in varying states of panic and anger. Niki goes flying past her with an iron sword, and Hbomb is following behind, shouting for everyone to follow him.

Puffy considers joining the pair, but she marches along the prime path, wincing at every explosion happening nearby. She doesn’t know where Tubbo or Quackity are, and she has no idea where Sam went.

Puffy hopes her friends are safe.

The dragon is a lot closer now, and Puffy’s starting to realize how big it actually is. Dread pools in her stomach, causing her to stop and stare up at the sky. Everything else is background noise for a split second, as all she can see are those menacing purple eyes, and the purple fog that the dragon breathes out.

When someone jostles her, Puffy lurches forward and turns to see who is next to her. It’s Phil. Phil’s already armed with a sword, though he’s using his hand to push her back.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Puffy,” Phil says. “But that dragon doesn’t discriminate.”

Reaching into her inventory, Puffy immediate dons her armor. It’s all iron, as she hadn’t had a chance to craft netherite yet. She keeps her gaze on Phil though, watching every movement.

Her sword though, that’s made of netherite. Pulling that out next, Puffy lifts her sword, pointing the tip in his direction while also stepping back. “I’m not running,” she insists. “You’re all insane, you know that?”

Phil merely grins. “I was trying to give you a chance,” he responds. “I’m more than happy to cause chaos. Done it before, doing it again.”

“Haven’t you done enough damage?” Puffy asks. “The last time you caused this much damage, we lost an entire country. Your son built that!”

“My son?” Phil tilts his head to the side, letting a brief silence settle over them. “Correct my memory here if I’m mistaken. You were there at the prison the day Dream broke out, right? Tommy and Ranboo both said everyone was there.”

“Do not talk to me about Tommy!” Puffy snaps. “You all hurt him, over and over again!”

“Were you or were you not there?”

“I want you all to take your dragon and leave us alone,” Puffy says stubbornly. “We did nothing to you.”

“Anyway.” He’s speaking as if she hadn’t said anything. “You all watched Wilbur exit the prison. Wil, who worked with Dream long before his death, long before the revolution. They were apparently in cahoots when Pogtopia was operational. This wasn’t my idea.”

“You can’t blame Wilbur for that,” Puffy snaps. “He wasn’t in his right mind! He needed help and no one was-”

She cuts herself off there. Something is shifting into place in her mind, and she doesn’t like what conclusion she’s reaching. Rather than dwell on it, she drops her sword and attempts to do something she probably shouldn’t:

She lunges for Phil with her fist. She should have remembered that Phil is far older than her, with far more practice, and far more allies on his side that the last time he set off explosives. He’s side stepping her, and within a blink, he’d moved behind her, twisting her arm behind her back.

Struggling against his grip, Puffy starts swearing loudly. “Let me go! I swear I won’t hesitate to kill you!”

“You really think you can kill him with your bare hands?” That voice isn’t Phil’s, it’s Techno’s. He steps within her line of sight, smiling wildly. He looks wild, eyes far too wide, smile too big with too many teeth showing. This is clearly his idea of a fun time, and Puffy nearly recoils.

“I can sure as hell try,” she mutters through clenched teeth. “After what all of you did to Tommy, I’d love to see all of you burn in your own dragon’s magic breath.”

Techno starts laughing. “You think Tommy was being held against his will or we dragged him here kicking and screaming?”

Puffy wants to hold onto the mental image of Tommy. Sweet, obnoxious Tommy who always had a witty retort ready and a fire in his eyes. She wants to still hold out hope that Tommy will return to her. Them.

“This was Tommy’s idea,” Techno continues. “ See, he was pissed about Quackity shooting him with an arrow. Sure, it was an accident, but you know what they say about a broken person with nothing left to lose.”

She doesn’t want to hear any more. This is slander. Techno had always hated Tommy, she’s sure of it. Rather than lash out verbally, Puffy kicks her leg up, hoping to hit Techno right in the jaw. She wants to see him stagger back in pain.

Unfortunately, a third hand grabs at her leg and holds it in place. Techno backs up, still grinning wildly, though now he’s staring at the newcomer. With a frustrated scream, she tries to wretch her leg from the person’s grasp, only for them to squeeze her ankle hard enough to almost hurt.

“Hello Mother Duck,” comes the voice. This stops Puffy. Going limp against Phil, she stares out at the person attached to the hand. It’s Dream. He’s wearing his usual outfit; the bright green shirt, black pants, and instead of wearing his mask properly, it’s resting against the side of his head.

“Dream,” she says softly. “Dream, what have you done?” Tears fill her eyes. This is the first time she’s seen him since...since before Tommy was released from exile. She had thought she moved past him, but seeing him now brings tears to her eyes.

“Is it cool if I call you mom?” he asks. “I know that we’re not officially family, but you did kind of adopt me. I wanted to check up on things.” Dream’s wearing a more serene smile. He doesn’t look like a maniacal villain, he looks like her duckling: peaceful, happy, and calm.

For a second, Puffy almost believes. She can almost believe that the world around her isn’t going up in flames, and that there isn’t a dragon attacking the SMP. Right now, it’s just a mother duck and her duckling, reuniting at last.

“What have you done?” Her voice sounds foreign to her own ears, filled with despair. The world comes back into focus, and behind her, she can hear someone scream.

“What I should have done ages ago,” Dream says casually. Bending down, he picks up her sword. “The problem wasn’t L’Manburg.” Dream scoffs. “The problem wasn’t the countries or the buildings or even Tommy. Tommy wasn’t the one who brought attachments, all of you did. All of you were so selfish about everything. From buildings to random items, even pets. It became a cluster fuck of everyone blaming everyone else, and people kept getting forgotten or left behind.”

“You messed up the most!” Phil’s grip on her loosens enough for her to straighten up. Puffy wants nothing more than to take Dream into her arms and hold him close. She also wants to drive a sword through her stomach. “You hurt the most people, you have to pay!”

“Believe me, Mother Duck, I am paying. I’ve been paying for it, and I’ve decided I’m tired of paying for it. Which is why we’re here.”

“I’m going to stop you,” she replies flatly. “It’s my duty.”

“It was your duty to protect people, and you did a lousy job at that.” Dream spins the sword in his hands. “Believe me when I say I do love you. For a brief time, we had a happy family, until you replaced me with Foolish.”

Her blood chills. “Don’t touch Foolish.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Everyone’s going to suffer, he’s not special.” Dream continues to wear that same smile, almost matching the mask he’s wearing. “But sometimes things have to be done a certain way in order to achieve our goals. You of all people know that.”

“Dream...” She’s pleading with him now. Begging for him to come back, begging for him to instruct Phil to let her go. She almost misses that Techno had already left somewhere during this conversation.

“I’ll tell Tommy you thought off him. Phil, step back.”

The pressure on her immediately leaves. Nearly falling back, Puffy stumbles to keep her balance before facing Dream again, arms dangling at her sides. She’s confused on what Dream meant, in regards to Phil, but the answer-

-oh.

She has on diamond armor. It’s meant to protect her, it’s meant to help her when there’s danger nearby. But somehow, Dream had managed to find the cracks in the armor, the tiny little exposures. It was enough that he rammed her own sword through her stomach.

Puffy stares down, unable to talk. She’s unable to comprehend why she’s bleeding, but feels no pain. Confusion blots out all coherent thought, and instead, stares at her duckling.

Is it her imagination, or is Dream crying? Are those tears streaming down his face, or are they tears blurring her own vision?

It doesn’t matter, anymore.

When he yanks the sword back, she falls forward. Puffy’s jumbled thoughts are of the people she’s come to love: Foolish, Bad, Tommy, Eret. Sam. They all held a special meaning to her, and were all lovely people.

Niki. She’d cared for Niki in a special kind of way. More intimate, even if toward the end they barely spoke. She’d miss seeing Niki’s smile.

And Dream...

Dream’s arms around her, catching her fall. His arms slowly lowering her to the ground, his arms cradling her, wiping blood from her mouth.

“Duckling...” Puffy tries to reach for him, but she’s so, so tired now. It doesn’t hurt anymore. It didn’t really hurt to begin with. Dream’s holding her and crying, and Phil’s somewhere to the right of Dream.

“I’ll see you soon,” Dream says gently. He kisses her forehead, and then leaves her. She’s laying on the cold ground and watches as he and Phil walk away.

With the remaining strength she has left, Puffy turns her gaze to the sky, just in time to see the dragon fly overhead. The dragon breathes down on her, encasing her with the most beautiful purple haze she’d ever seen. The last thing she’ll ever see.

And the war rages on.

#dream smp #dream smp fanfic #dark!fic #cruelty of the beast #cruelty of the beast ch. 16 #captain puffy #philza #dreamwastaken #technoblade #blood #violence #major character death #grief #long post #miishae writes

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coolmoon257 · 3 years

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Arya the Ghost {Chapter 1}

“Arya!!! Come here quick! I have something to show you”

“What is it? Is it something fun?” I projected as I sprinted towards him

“I have a toy…it’s a cool one”

“How does it work?” I asked

“It goes kaboom!”

“WOOOW? That’s so cool!!” I exclaimed

“Here I’ll put it here and you stand over there and we will watch it go Kaboom”

“Oh ok” I giggled as I sat down to where he told me to sit

“Here I’ll set it up ok”

“Ok” I answered, curious as to what will happen…

“Uhm…is it supposed to make that sound?” I asked, nervously…

“Yeah! why do you ask?”

“Uhm… it sounds scary…” I responded…

“Don’t worry, it also did that to me” he followed…

“oh ok…Uhm…Clay…. the sound is… C-Clay…” I stuttered…

“CLAY!!!!” I shouted as I opened my eyes ad lifted my head….

“…why do I keep dreaming about that…” I asked as I looked down at the grass, I fell asleep on…

“Anyway….at least it’s not raining or else I’m probably gone… I need to find a place to live…or maybe make a place to live in… no one lives on these woods anyway, or maybe I just haven’t seen anyone yet”

I said to myself, I normally speak to myself since I have no one to talk to, Oh…I’m Arya, Arya the Ghost! I present Arya’s Childhood... which sounds confusing, here

I am a spirit of a person named Arya, she died at the age of 6 because of an accident made by her best friend Clay, she was accidentally blown up by TNT. I and Arya are different beings. I am a spirit that represents Arya’s childhood that she never really had due to her death at a young age.

“Hmmm, how about…. Oh! I know, I should make a little shack!” I rejoiced as I got excited at the thought of making a little shack.

“I’m going to build a shack, and it’s going to be pretty” I sang as I joyfully walked through the forest, searching for more materials.

“and it’s going to be, the best shack, you…will…ever… see- Agh!” I exclaimed as I heard an explosion.

I turned around to see a bunch of creepers and spiders, I looked up to see that it is almost nighttime. I stood up and wiped my ax out to slay the creepers. As I was about to hit the last Creeper, an arrow coming behind me, shot the Creeper, killing it. Knowing that it’s a skeleton, I ran away as fast as I could since I was low at health, and my ax and shield were about to break. It’s been almost a week since I’ve been here in this world, I don’t even know how I came here, or when I came here. All I know is that I should avoid these mobs.

I know it sounds silly since I’m a ghost, and I should be see-through and should not be affected by anything here. But for some reason I’m not, I’m like an alive person, just a see-through version.

I didn’t know where to go since I had no place to sleep. I noticed the cave I mined from, I ran towards the cave, placing blocks to cover the mobs away and placing a bed down to fall asleep on.

Hours passed and it’s finally morning. I then started mining back all the blocks I placed and walked in the direction to where my shack would be, I already built some parts of the shack, but it wasn’t enough to protect me at the night. I then continued to build my shack, got more resources and materials, and built again until my shack is finally finished.

I took a few steps backward, to admire my build, my build had two floors, the crafting area, and my storage are downstairs, while upstairs is my bedroom and the important stuff that I need. I happily moved all of my stuff inside and slept comfortably.

It’s the next day, I then got ready for the day by forging through the woods and coming across some berries, mushrooms ad some seeds so I can have a little farm beside my shack. When I was finally done forging, I walked back to my shack. As I was walking back, I noticed someone in front of my house. I then hid behind the bushes.

“Who is that? And why did I just see this man now?” I thought to myself

The person was wearing a green cloak with a matching green hat. The person also had big black wings.

“I wonder who lives here…Hey Techno, noticed anything special In there?” The person with the black wings asked

“He’s not alone?!” I thought to myself. Apparently, he’s with a person named techno…

“No, not that important of stuff, the person doesn’t even have Netherite, well they have some diamonds and that’s about it” Techno replied as he went out of my shack. He wore something of what a king would wear.

“ Hey, Ranboo how about you? Noticed anything there?” The person with black wings asked

“So there’s 3 of them? Where are they all coming from?!” I asked myself

“Uhm, No nothing here, Phil” Ranboo replied, This person is wearing a suit and is wearing a crown.

“So the person with the black wings is named Phil,” I thought to myself

I tried to go closer but I accidentally stepped on a branch that was loud enough for them to turn to me. I then ran away since I had nothing to defend myself from them.

“Get after her!” Phil exclaimed

I ran as fast as I could but it wasn’t enough as they were faster than me. I then stumbled towards a dead end, I felt their presence behind me. I turned around and saw that they were wearing armor and had held axes in their hands.

“Please don’t hurt me!” I exclaimed as I shivered from fear

“H-hey, don’t worry, we're not going to hurt you,” Phil said calmly

“How am I not going to worry when all of you look like your going to kill me” I anxiously said

They then looked at what they were wearing and noticed that they are wearing armor and noticed that it’s scaring me

“O-oh, Uhm here” Phil stuttered as he took off his armor as he also persuaded the others to take off their armor and hid their weapons.

“How about now? Are you more comfortable now?” Phil asked as he tried to get closer to me but noticing that I am still scared of them

“W-what were you doing in my house?” I quivered

“Well we were just walking, and we stumbled to your house” Ranboo calmly said “Don’t worry we're not here to harm, we were just checking this place out since no one has ever really been here” He followed

“What do you mean ‘No one has been here?’ Are there more people in this place?” I asked

“Uhm, yeah you’re just far from them” Technoblade replied

“Are they…nice?” I asked as I started to become calmer towards them

“No not all of them…but some are, want to see them?” Phil asked as he extended his hand

“Uhm…Sure, but…you did say I was far from them, How long is it going to take to get to them?” I asked as I held his hand and helped me up.

“Well, it was pretty far to get here from Techno’s house�� He replied as he glanced at Techno, “But as soon as we get to the Nether portal we can go there smoothly,” Phil added

“A Nether Portal? What’s that?” I asked

“You don’t know what a Nether Portal is?” Techno replied

“Uhm, yes” I replied

“Well you’re going to either like it or hate it In there,” Phil said as he wore his armor back on

“Uhm…Can I get at least some of my stuff before we head off?” I asked

“Yeah sure” Ranboo replied

The quietness was uncomfortable while heading to my shack, I couldn’t bear it, it was awkward

“So…” Techno says anxiously as we all looked at him,” How did you die, Arya?” Techno asks uncomfortably

“Now I think that’s a little too far techno, I’m sorry if whatever he said is making you uncomfortable” Phil followed

“C’mon it’s not that bad she’s a ghost”

“What do you mean “not that bad,” you asked a ghost how they died”

“EHH, don’t lie you were also thinking about it”

“I mean,” I said as I cut their argument while looking at me. “ it doesn’t bother me” I stated

“Oh…the-“

“Then how did you die?”

“Don’t cut me off!” Phil exclaimed

“I died by…TNT,” I calmly told them

“Oh…Uhm…if you don’t mind…who blew it up?” Ranboo anxiously asked

“RANBOO!” Phil shouted

“Oh…Uhm he’s name is Clay!” I happily exclaimed, “Do you know anyone named Clay?” I asked

“Uhm…no we don’t know who he is, sorry” Phil answered

“Oh…ok” I replied.

A few minutes passed and we were finally at my house. I quickly went in my chess and took all the important stuff I needed. As I was gathering all my stuff, the three of them explored my little shack…

The shack was 2 stories high, with a little farm beside it, on the ground floor was my small storage era that contained 2 double chess and a little kitchen, while on the next floor is my bedroom filled with the important stuff like diamonds and some armor.

“So are you ready to head out for a while?” Phil asked

“Yeah!” I exclaimed

“ You build nicely, for a minute I thought this was Niki’s house” Ranboo complimented

“ Uhm. Who’s Niki?” I asked

“Oh she’s one of our friends, I’m sure you’ll like her”

“Oh ok! I exclaimed

“We need to go now, we wouldn’t want to get caught up with mobs don’t we, I mean it’s not like I can fight them or anything you know” Technoblade sassed out

“hmmm yeah, I don’t like fight mobs’ I stated

“then let's get going” Phil suggested

I then followed them out of my little shack and to where the nether portal is, and let me tell you, my shack was pretty far. As we were walking, I got shot by an arrow, and before I knew it, we were surrounded by mobs, Techno took out his ax and so did the rest of them and started to fight the mobs, I also took my ax.

I looked to my right to see Ranboo not noticing the zombie behind him as he was fighting a skeleton

“Ranboo! Behind you!” I exclaimed as I ran towards him and slain the zombie

“Oh..thanks,” Ranboo said

“No problem” I replied

“C’mon guys we need to hurry up, there are too many mobs here” Phil exclaimed as we all started to run

“you’re just scared that you would be beaten up by a baby zombie again” Techno joked

“Shut up” Phil snickered

“Uhm…is that a Nether portal,” I said as I pointed to a rectangle shape obsidian with a dark purple barrier that has a glowing tint on it with swirls at my right

“Yup that’s a Portal right” Phil replied

We then turned right as we slowed down

“Woooow,” I said as I slightly touched the portal

“Are you gonna enter the portal or what?” Techno asked

“yeah sure, I’m just a little scared” I answered

“Don’t worry it doesn’t hurt” Phil reassured

I then closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and when I opened my eyes the 3 of them then disappeared.

“U-uhm…Phil…techno….Ranboo…Where did you guys go?” I said sheepishly as I looked around for them and then noticed that a lot of mobs coming after me. I then took all my courage and jumped at the Nether portal as I closed my eyes with the thought in my mind “what could this place be… “

( I have lost interest in posting my fanfiction in Wattpad so i’m just gonna post the first chapter here in tumblr. I Hope you guys like it)

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Arya the Ghost

Here, would you like to read a fanfiction about a ghost named Arya who doesn’t know her purpose or her unfinished work... Here’s the first chapter if you would be interested, the story is in Wattpad! oh and here’s the link for my Wattpad page if you want to check it out! https://www.wattpad.com/user/Moon_257