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sunnytime54 · 3 years
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Since slime has been around for forever just watching he probably observed Tommy’s exile and since he doesn’t understand humans he could just casually drop the fact Tommy was physically and psychologically tortured by Dream to Quackity and the rest of the Las Navadas crew. Witch would definitely result in some protective big brother Q moments towards Tommy.
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teddy06writes · 3 years
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I feel there isnt enough sapnap x karl x quackity x reader, so can I request sap x karl x quackity x y/n where everone js tired at the end of the day, and despite having separate rooms, they all collapse together in one person’s bed
sapnap x karl x quackity x reader (HOLY SHIT THE POLY SHIP REQUESTSSSSSSS)
Trigger warnings: swearing
premise: vidcon pannels and meeting fans can be tiering, and maybe by the time the day is done you and all of your crushes collapse into bed together without realizing until the next morning  ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯
“Blep” talking
‘blep’ thinking
(y/n/n)- your nickname
(y/s/n)- your screen name
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Ah vidcon, a content creators dream, or worse nightmare, or in your opinion, wild trip that lasted three days.
~~
It was your first time seeing anyone from the Dream SMP in a while, and your were practically buzzing with excitement by the time you were getting off the plane in California.
You fiddled with your carry on as you made your way towards baggage claim, grinning upon hearing a yell of “Oh my god is that (Y/n) from the internet!?”
You turned to see Alex standing just outside the gate he’d landed at, quickly you ran to hug him, stomach filling with butterflies at his touch. “Wait it’s Alex from the internet!”
You both laughed as you pulled away, starting back to baggage claim, “Are you excited for vidcon?” He asked.
“Yeah, what I’m not excited for is having to share a house with you idiot for a weekend.”
He scoffed, “What do you mean? It’s gonna be fun!”
“Oh yeah, the entire SMP together in one house, is such a good idea. It’s gonna be chaos!”
“That’s the fun part!”
“I like to sleep at night without being interrupted by random screaming and stuff.”  You argued.
“I’m sure there won’t be random screaming.”
“You seriously underestimate Tommy.” By now you had made it to baggage claim and began to look around for the right carousel.
You split up, planning on meeting back by the door to wait outside for Bad, who had arrived the day before and was picking people up, a few at a time.
After waiting at one carousel for a few minutes your suitcase came rolling out, but as you went to grab it someone else grabbed it from behind you, a familiar voice drawling, “Hey, hey.”
Grinning you turned to see Nick smiling back at you, “Hey yourself.”
He hugged you, and again your stomach filled with butterflies.
Pull away you smiled, “Come on, I think I left Alex just over there.”
Grabbing your suitcase in one hand, and his hand in the other you tugged him off toward where you’d left Alex, calling, “Alex look who I found!” as soon as he was in view.
Nick dropped your hand to grab Alex’s to pull him into a hug, and you found yourself fighting a grin at how red Alex's face turned.
“Bad texted me that he’s almost here!” You announced after checking your phone.
“Who else is he picking up?” Nick asked.
“Uhhh,” You pulled the messages back up, “Karl and Fundy, and then Wilbur is supposed to be getting another rental car and driving the rest of the Europeans when they get here, minus George cause apparently he also flew out early.”
You all headed out towards the pick up area, weaving through the crowds of people you felt Nick grab the back of your shirt, and when you looked back at him in question he muttered, “So I don’t lose you Idiot.”
All you could do was hope your face was clear of any blush as you smiled back.
You all ended up stood near the curb when a voice cut through the chatter, “Hey gu-uys!”
“Karl!” The three of you exclaimed as he ran through the crowd towards you.
Upon reaching you he some how managed to get his arms around all of you enough for a group hug, and you laughed, “Shouldn’t you be at the other gate?”
“Yeah, but I thought I saw you guys so I came over here, and I was right!”
Alex cocked an eyebrow, “What if it wasn’t us?”
“uhhh, I dunno, awkwardly ran at random people?”
You all laughed, and Nick scoffed, “You’re ridiculous.”
After a few more minutes of waiting, a car slowed near the curb, Fundy’s head practically falling from passenger window, “I’m looking for some youtubers, dumb American ones, you seen any?”
Bad smacked him, “they aren’t dumb, hey guys!”
You waved at them as the guys started loading their suitcases into the back of the car, and after Karl insisted he take yours as well, you slid into the back seat, “What’s the house situation like?”
“It looks like just about everyone will get there own room,” Bad reported, “But Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled are sharing the room with the bunk beds, because Clay designated it as the kids room.”
You snickered as Alex climbed into the back next to you, leaving Nick and Karl to take the spots in the middle row of the van.
“And obviously cause Kristen’s coming she and Phil are sharing, and then Eret said he, Puffy, and Niki would take the room with the double beds,” Fundy offered, “Which means the rest of us should get single rooms.”  
Alex elbowed you, “Told you wouldn’t get stuck with random screaming.” 
“Oh there's still time for that.”
~~
After getting to the airbnb and racing Fundy for one of the bigger rooms that was left (it was decided Phil and Kristen would get the master bedroom, and Clay had already claimed the biggest guest bedroom), you dropped your suitcase in one corner and brought your toiletries bag in the shared bathroom between your and Nick’s rooms, before flopping back onto your bed. 
No more than three minutes passed before Karl wandered into your room, flopping down next to you, “Ranboo and Sam are making nachos, and Dream and Nick found a foosball table in the garage, so a mini tournament is being organized if you want in.” 
“Foosball?” You questioned. 
“Yeah, it’s gonna be fun.” 
You allowed him to tug you up, and followed him down from the left hall of bedrooms, through the living room and to the connected garage where George was yelling over everyone to try and form teams. 
“Me and (Y/n) are a team!” Nick announced, grabbing your hand to pull you towards him. 
“Okay, that leaves Big Q and Karl as the last team for now! When other people show up they can join.” George announced. 
The rest of the day passed in a blur of foosball games, nacho’s nearly being spilled everywhere and the rest of the people arriving. 
~~
The next day was the first day of vidcon, and after getting dressed in some casual clothes you grabbed your laptop and headed out to the living room, mostly empty in the quiet house, with the exception of Tubbo, who was flipping through tv channels, and Phil, who was tinkering around in the kitchen. 
“So what’s your plan for the day?” Tubbo asked, finally having settled on a baking show. 
“Uhh, stress about the panel until it’s time for the panel, hang out, maybe find a pizza place, you?” 
“Me and Tommy are just gonna wander the convention center most of today cause I don’t have anything until the meet and greet tomorrow, then when he has to go I think me, Ranboo and Fundy might be going to mess with dream george and sapnap during the dream team panel. What’s you first panel about?” 
You glanced back down at your laptop, “It’s listed as ‘small creators with a big part’” 
From the kitchen you heard Phil chuckle.
“Oh cool.” Tubbo smiled, turning back to his show. 
You looked back down at your laptop, reading over the possible sample questions and discussion topics, you wanted to be mentally prepared for this.
At some point, as the rest of the house began to stir Alex shuffled out from the hallway and plopped down in between you and Tubbo on the couch, throwing his legs up in your lap.
“Good morning.”
He groaned, “Why is it so early?”
“It isn’t,” you laughed, flicking at his forehead, “Your just jet lagged.”
“Is there coffee here?”
As if on cue Nick, who had come over from the kitchen, offered him a mug, “Phil made a big ass pot of it.”
“Oh thank fuck!” He took the cup greatfully.
Nick smiled, handing you the other mug before going back for his own as Karl flounced into the room and plopped down on the other couch, “Good morning!” 
“Morning Karl!” You smiled. 
“oooo, are we watching cake wars?” He asked excitedly. 
Tubbo nodded and launched into an explanation of what had happened so far in the episode. 
Eventually everyone woke up and was gathered around in the living room and kitchen, drinking coffee and tea as they planned for the day. 
“Well if most of us have different things planned why don’t we just plan to meet back up here before dinner?” Niki suggested. 
A half asleep Wilbur nodded, “Sounds like a good idea.”
Techno snickered at his grogginess, elbowing him lightly, “I guess the first panel really will be sleepy boys inc.” 
If Wilbur had been fully awake he probably would’ve elbowed him back, but instead just muttered, “Shut up.” 
“Okay! So we meet back here for six yeah?” Bad asked. 
Everyone nodded, and disappeared back to their various places around the house to get ready. 
Back in your room you put your laptop away and got the last of your things ready for the panel, even though it wasn’t starting for a few hours.
“(Y/n)! Your panel’s at 12 right?” Nick half yelled through the open bathroom doors. 
“Yeah?”
“Okay cool, do you wanna come with me, Alex and Karl? Apparently Jimmy and all them just got in.” 
“Sure.”
You had talked to the famed, ‘Mr. Beast’, a few times, and had even been in one or two of his gaming videos, so before you knew it Alex was stealing the keys to one of the rental cars and you were off. 
“Yeah we just left the airbnb.” Karl, said into his phone. There was a pause before he said, “Oof, I’m glad I came out early then.” Another pause and then he laughed, “Nimrods. We can stop for food if you want?” 
A few minutes later he ended the call, leaning up between the front seats, “The gang requires food, we’re taking a pit stop to taco bell.” 
“Taco bell? At 9 in the morning?” Alex questioned. 
“Yeah apparently the nimrods forgot to get food before they left the airport, and now their stuck in traffic. We’re gonna meet them at the hotel.” 
You chuckled, “Sounds like a Jimmy move. Let me guess, they forgot because none of them slept and they took a red eye?” 
“What the fuck is a red eye?” 
You looked back at Nick, incredulous, “You don’t know what a red eye is? Oh my god you privileged fool!” 
Alex snorted, “It’s a really early flight Nick. Like, a you get to the airport for 11pm, and end up eating breakfast when you get to the other airport, flight.”
“Or, a get to the airport for anytime between 11pm and 4am and regret your life choices while waiting for your plane.” You offered. 
“In other words, hell.” Alex finished, pulling into a drive thru. 
“Yikes, why would anyone do that?” Nick asked. 
“It’s cheap.” Karl said. 
“Planes are less crowded, so are the airports.” Alex added. 
You smiled, “I do it for the feeling of a lineal space. There's no vibes like airports from 11pm to 4am.”
They all laughed, and Karl quickly unrolled his window to order an ungodly amount of food. 
~~
Unsurprisingly,  after that the day passed in a blur, the panel going pretty well, and then the impromptu meet and greet outside the meeting hall, trying to make it through the convention center with Clay and Nick without being mobbed, and then suddenly everyone was back at the airbnb getting ready for dinner. 
“(y/n) you bitch why are you taking so long in there!” Tommy yelled through the bathroom door. 
“I’m trying to fix my hair from when you threw water at me prick! There's five other bathrooms in this house go find another one!” You yelled back. 
Distantly you could hear Bad yell, “Language!” 
“Everyone is in the other bathrooms!” 
Giving up on your hair you set the brush back down and recapped the container of paste, turning and opening the door to your room, “Alright, fine.” 
“That wasn’t that hard was it?” Tommy asked, moving past you into the bathroom. 
“Don’t touch my stuff.” You instructed, striding out of the room and down the hall. 
Out in the living room Eret was humming as they cleaned up the last of the later Tommy had gotten everywhere as the rest of the group started to assemble. 
Once everyone was finally ready, and the final arguments of who would take which car, you were shoved into the back of one of the vans with Karl and Alex, making all of the anxiety that had dissipated after the panel came flooding back, especially when Nick, who was sitting on the bench seat in front of you, turned to join the conversation. 
The night was spent trying to keep blush off your face whenever Karl’s knuckles brushed yours, when Nick’s arm found it’s way around the back of your chair, or when your and Alex’s knees bumped. 
‘God’, you had thought, ‘this is like some romcom shit.’ 
After Tommy’s fail attempt to steal a set of car keys and try and drive home  -Phil smacked him upside the head, Niki snatched the keys from his hand, Kristen started to lecture him, all while the rest of you laughed your asses off- The bill was paid, and everyone piled back up into the cars, already starting to plan a movie night. 
Upon getting back to the airbnb, you headed back to your room to change back into the hoodie and comfortable pants you had been wearing earlier, heading back into the living room in time to steal Punz’s seat on the couch with Nick and Karl. 
When Alex squeezed into the spot between you and Nick, you could’ve sworn you saw Techno smirking and Puffy waggling her eyebrows toward you, how they found out about your stupid group crush you had no clue, but then Clay and Skeppy started to argue over what movie to put on. 
Tubbo ended up taking the remote from Clay, and from where he was sitting In front of one of the couches, tossed it over to Phil on the other side of the room, who said, “We’ll do a vote then!” 
A movie was selected democratically, some cheesy action movie began to play, and at some point you half turned, propping your legs up across the boys laps as Alex maintained a running commentary on the movie, just loud enough for you and Nick to hear, and Karl absently traced small shapes into your ankles. 
~~
The second day of vidcon was the most hectic, with you, Nick and Alex were going to watch the Mr. Beast panel Karl got to be a part of, plus both the dream smp panel and the meet and greet later in the day. 
You had woken up to Karl and Alex jumping on top of you, “Wake up! You’re gonna be late!” 
You groaned, struggling to shove them off, “What time is it?” 
“8:27.” Alex said, sliding off your bed. 
“Fuck,” You muttered, “Get off me, what the hell happened to my alarm?” 
“You left your phone in the other room, when it went off it woke us up.” Karl explained. 
“He means it woke him up and he felt the need to wake me up,” Alex complained as you sat up now free of the people laying on you, “Why the hell is your alarm set so early?” 
“It’s not early, I just wanted to be able to get ready without being in anyone’s way.” 
Karl nodded, “Makes sense.”
“C’mon, let’s give them time to get ready.” Alex grabbed Karl’s arm, half dragging him out of the room.
You quickly got ready, pulling on a nicer button down, plus a jacket that was one of the first from your new merch line.
You finished your hair, plugged in your phone and headed out to the kitchen where Fundy seemed to be attempting to make pancakes, dragging Karl into the process as well.
You sat down next to Alex and Ranboo, “How long do you think until they burn the house down?”
“I am not going to burn the house!” Fundy exclaimed.
You reached over and turned down the heat on the griddle, “Well you were gonna burn something.”
Ranboo snickered, “They aren’t wrong.”
“Shut up Ranboob!” Fundy retorted.
They continued to bicker as Tubbo emerged from up stairs, shoving Fundy out of the way to take over the griddle. “You’re all ridiculous.” He muttered.
“Yeah no shit.” You sighed.
“Language!” Bad yelled from the dining room.
“French!” Eret called back as she entered the kitchen, “Morning guys!”
“Morning!” Tuboo chirped, starting to flip some of the pancakes. 
“It’s panel day!” Tommy yelled, charging down the stairs, “Those best be chocolate chip Tubbo!” 
Karl held up the bag of chocolate chips he been scattering into some of the pancakes, and Tommy grinned, “Karl my man!” 
~~
Once breakfast was eaten and the dishes cleared everyone loaded back up into the cars to head to the convention center, everyone splitting up again, planning to meet back in the right area in time for the full panel. 
Karl headed off to meat with Jimmy and the guys as You Alex and Nick took spots in the audience. 
Once they took to the stage Nick leaned over and elbowed Alex, “Bet you 10 bucks when they open for questions you don’t go up just to flirt with Karl.” 
Alex glared at him, “10 bucks isn’t worth it.” 
You held back a laugh, “I’d throw in another 20.” 
Alex considered this with a sigh, “Deal, but only if we get milkshakes later.” 
You and Nick agreed, and soon enough when they opened up for audience questions Alex started to stand up, but immediately sat back down blushing slightly, “No.” 
“Damn.” Nick sighed. “We’re still getting milkshakes.” 
Once the Mr. Beast panel had ended you all went to meet up with Karl and head off to the dream smp panel. 
2 o'clock rolled around and the panel moderator began to announce everyone, one by one, and you managed to force down your anxiety, taking your place on the stage between Karl and Nick when the mod called, “(y/s/n), one of the first people to actually join the dream smp.” 
You sat down, smiling at the audience and quickly sneaking out your phone to take a quick video of your friends and then a pan of the crowd to put on twitter later.
Once everyone was on stage the moderator looked up and down the long table, “Wow, there are a lot of people on stage right now, is this everyone from the server?” 
Clay nodded, “Just about, we have a few others, Alyssa, Callahan, Ponk and Antfrost, who had other stuff going on, but for the most part, this is everyone from the server.” 
“This is honestly incredible, how, how are you guys all feeling about being here? I know this is the first Dream SMP panel, but you guys have been to vidcon before right?” 
“Most of us,” George laughed, “I think the only one who hasn’t is (y/s/n), there first ever panel was yesterday.” 
The mod looked over at you, “So, how does it feel to be at your first vidcon?” 
You laughed nervously, “Well, I mean, I’ve been to vid con before, but I was always out there in the audience, it’s- it’s pretty nerve wracking to be up here.” 
The topic shifted and after that things seemed to move more quickly. 
In the blink of an eye the first hour and a half was spent and people from the audience began to ask questions. 
“Wilbur, as the main writer for roleplaying on the server is it hard to keep track of character specifics and story arcs or is it all just written in with the scripts?”
Someone asked.Wilbur hummed, “Well I guess in part it’s written in the scripts, but I think I should turn this question over to (y/s/n), they’ll have a more interesting answer.”
Everyone turned to you. 
“Well, in my mind it isn’t all that hard, but I am literally the kid who memorized long monologues for fun.” You chuckled, “Once the first revolution arc started and the server really started to turn to roleplaying I started a google doc that now gets updated constantly. I have running tabs on current arcs, details on arcs that have ended and then there's detailed character descriptions. 
“I don’t necessarily write down bits to add while I’m streaming or anything, but most of the time it has to be the middle of the night or I won’t file anything correctly.”
Nick chuckled, “I have seen the document, it is terrifying.” 
“Didn’t someone open it to see you updating in the middle of the night once?” Ranboo asked. 
Alex nodded, “Yeah that was me, it was very traumatic, like, I blinked, and then there was another fifty words on the page.” 
You dropped your head in your hands, “It was the night after the whole election thing! Techno joined the server and then I had to add a whole ‘nother character profile, and he and his stupid English major were making things complicated!” 
“Listen man, I just wanted to make sure I had a backstory that fit into the story line, ‘s not my fault when Wilbur lets Dream have partial control of thing the storyline ends up non cohesive.” 
People laughed, and the topic was changed with the next question.
~~
Two and a half hours later, an extra hour after the panel was supposed to end, (there was just so many extra questions), you headed off stage, and were all rushed across the center for the meet and greet, which had been pushed back in time with the panel.
You felt bad for making the fans wait, but the organizers assured you that it was fine, most of the fans had been at the panel anyway.
In the big open hall the orginizors spilt everyone up into groups of threes and fours, the way fans could move down the line and see everyone.
Inevitably you ended up with Karl, Nick and Alex, at the end of the long sections of people.
“Holy shit man, how is it already 6?” Alex asked.
“Who knows.” Nick muttered glancing down at his phone.
“Dude this is supposed to go for like three hours too.” You complained, rocking up on your heals to look down the line, seeing the first groups of people starting to move past Tommy, Tubbo and Fundy.
“We’ll be fine! It’s always fun to meet fans!” Karl said, though he did look slightly wary.
After another three hours of talking to fans, signing things, and taking pictures the last group of people finally made it to your section.
“Hey! They saved the coolest for last!” The boy exclaimed.
“Hell yeah they did!” Alex half yelled back, some how still managing to keep up the enthusiasm.
“Here, let’s get you guys all in a picture together!” His mother said, motioning for you to all stand together. You slung an arm around the kids shoulder, smiling at the camera. “
“Okay serious question time, which one of us is the best?”
“Uhh,” the boy looked from person to person, “probably you (y/s/n), your contents really cool but your under rated.”
You grinned, offering him a fist bump, “ha! See that’s the third person in the last hour!”
Karl scoffed, “but I got like six people over all.”
“I only got five.” Alex pouted.
You rolled your eyes as the boy asked, “So if you guys are in a poly relationship on the server does it create problems with your friendship in real life?”
You all froze, except for Nick who somehow seemed to know this was coming, “Well, in game and out of game relationships are different, sure you can ship all you want, but that doesn’t mean stuff actually happens in real life.”
The kid nodded, “Cool, hey I saw your stream like, during quesrentine, just a question, how many people have tried to fight you today?”
You laughed, “at least 15 took pictures with him squared up.”
A few minutes more and the kid was gone, being ushered away by his mom, and you glanced at your phone, “holy shit it’s already 9:15.”
“Where did the time go?” Kale asked incredulous.
~~
After meeting back up with the rest of the group you all headed off to terrorize a McDonald’s, drawing a lot of attention from random fans as you all scarfed down food.
By the time you got back to the Airbnb it was nearly 11pm and everyone was exhausted.
After quickly getting ready for bed you a collapsed.
~~
The next morning you woke up, and for a moment worth your eyes still closed you were perfectly content with the warmth pressed agasint you.
Then you came fully too, realizing that, no, you weren’t fully swaddled in your comforter, you were laying in a bed with other people.
Opening your eyes you blinked away sleep, looking down, confused to see Alex asleep with his head on your chest.
Turning your head you saw that it was Nick on your other side an arm wrapped around you both.
Karl was half sprawled across all of you, similarly to the airport, as if he could hold all of you at once. You sat in shock for several moments before realizing you were in fact, trapped in bed.
Alex’s fingers were tangled with yours, Nicks nose was pressed into your neck, and you could have sworn Karl shifted in his sleep, as if to get closer to you.
‘Well,’ you thought, ‘might as well make the most of it.’ As settled back down to fall back asleep.
~~
Once you had all woke again, no one spoke as they headed back to there own rooms, and your crossed back through the bathroom form Nicks.
~~
The rest of the day past, still no one speaking about it, and that night you found yourself laying in your own bed, wondering why it felt so wrong.
There was muffled whispers from Nicks room, and you quietly got up, moving into the bathroom to hear better.
Unfortunately for you Nicks door to the bathroom was still open, so you couldn’t eavesdrop as planned.
Karl and Alex were both sat on the bed next to each other as Nick paced. “What’s going on?” You asked quietly
“Would- would it be weird if we cuddled again?” Alex asked hesitantly.
“We were debating asking you.” Karl admitted.
Nick nodded, “You don’t have to, it’s just- we-“
Quietly you crossed the room, climbing into the bed instead of answering the question outright.
~~
“Is- I- am I stupid, or is this something?” Alex whispered.
Vidcon had ended and even with the long weekend everyone was staying in California the time had gone all to fast.
You, Alex, Karl and Nick had continued to cuddle every night, still not talking about it during the day.
“Do you think it could be?” Was your only response, continuing to card your fingers through Karl’s hair.
“It seems like it already is.” Nick said.
Karl yawned, “I think I’d like it to be.You nodded,
“me too.”
“Me too.” Nick agreed.
Alex smiled, “I guess it’s decided then.”
The dark room was quiet another moment before you snickered, “It’s cannon irl now guys. What will the fans think?”
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theyre-just-blocks · 3 years
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Las Nevadas on a Road Trip
Las Nevadas is essentially a family on a road trip (lol). Except none of the family members really want to be there and are really only doing this because it was an annual thing that they told themselves they couldn’t miss out on.
With that thought, have this:
Quackity is the driver, with Sam riding shotgun and taking the wheel whenever Quackity has to turn around in his seat to yell at the people in the back
“Don’t make me turn this fucking car around!”
“You heard Big Q, stop fighting back there!”
“Sorry Sam-”
“Sorry Sam-”
“Why do they only listen to you??”
Big Q is a pretty decent driver, takes advantage of empty freeways, and he nearly gives Sam a heart attack everytime because “you have to obey traffic laws, they’re there for a reason”
Frequent stops to fast food restaurants and if you have to use the restroom, too bad, Q just missed the exit
Sam has control of the radio and the only one who seems to like that (read: not care) is Slimecicle
Sam is also the guardian of the snacks and if you’re hungry chances are all you’re going to get is a packet of peanuts like this is some goddamn airline
He’s also in charge of making sure Quackity doesn’t A) Drive everyone off a cliff and B) go the wrong direction for the fITH TIME, QUACKITY I SAID TO MAKE A LEFT-
That being said, man is awake the entire time and rarely takes naps at all during the trip
In the middle three seats we have Foolish, Slimecicle, and Fundy, aka: the slightly decent trio….slightly
Foolish is probably the least chaotic of the bunch, with him usually sticking to daydreaming while looking out the window or keeping Slimecicle entertained
He’s usually another one who tries to make peace with everyone in the car, when Quackity starts threatening to turn the car around, he usually is trying to stop Wilbur from firing another comment at Quackity to egg him on
He’s stuck in the seat that everyone usually gets out of so he is constantly having to get out of the car every time they make a stop
He wishes he hadn’t forgotten his earbuds really
Slimecicle is the middle, getting slime all over the car and grossing Fundy out
He’s also in a car seat because Quackity was worried (he’s in his tiny slime blob form)
Constantly asking questions which are usually answered by either Quackity or Foolish
Classic “Are we there yet? Are we there yet?” troupe, has no concept of time
Quackity made Sam install a TV into the car so that they could distract him with a movie every time he starts asking too many questions (they only have Moana and Kung Fu Panda)
Fundy is sick and tired of Moana
No literally, he’s throwing up into another paper bag again because he gets car sick
Having slime boy sit next to him, gooping and what not is not helping
No matter how many times he asks to stop at the side of the road to hurl, Quackity says they aren’t stopping and Wilbur laughs
Tries to sleep it off though and spends a lot of time with his hat over his head because Purpled won’t share the shade
But too bad, he isn’t sharing the snacks that are totally not making him sick
In the back seats, we’ve got Purpled, Glatt, and Wilbur, the back seat drivers and the ones making Quackity go crazy
Purpled is spending most of his time with earbuds in his ears, blasting music at a volume that’s concerning Glatt
Occasionally he makes comments about the music Sam is playing on the radio, but he’s refusing to pass his phone up to the aux everytime Sam challenges him to do so
Like Fundy, he also isn’t sharing his snacks and has smacked Glatt at least five times since the last missed exit and Wilbur twice
“God, I wanna go home.”
“We’re almost at the hotel, just an hour away.”
“Not what I fucking meant!”
“Fucking!”
“No Purpled! Now you’ve got Slime saying shit!”
“Shit!”
“Oh my god…”
But at least he’s minding his damn business unLIKE TWO OTHER FUCKERS-
Wilbur and Glatt are essentially those fuckers in the back of the bus causing a whole bunch of trouble for everyone
For one, they won’t stop annoying Quackity from where they are and Sam does very little to really prevent them from stopping aside from a glare and a refusal to give them snacks
They’re also backseat driving; with Wilbur pointing out every mistake Quackity makes and Glatt insisting that if he were driving, they’d get there a lot sooner
Not necessarily in one piece, but it would be a lot faster
They fought over who would be the one to sit in the middle and eventually it ended up being Glatt because Wilbur said he wanted to be able to annoy Fundy from behind and Glatt supported that
They’re also playing games in the back, a mix of uno, black jack, and poker perhaps, nobody fucking knows
Wilbur’s got his feet up on Fundy’s seat and occasionally bothers him
Glatt sticks to just annoying Quackity and sometimes he messes with Slime
“Don’t be telling Slime things, Glatt. Slime don’t listen to him.”
“Relax pumpkin spice! I’m not going to teach him anything! I’m just giving him an apple!”
“GLATT!”
And yes, at one point the two of them were left on the side of the road for a period of time before Foolish forced Quackity to turn around and pick them back up
Nobody was really happy about that but it wasn’t the last time that it happened (Fundy once got accidentally left behind at a gas station)
Did I mention Glatt doing scuffed karaoke with a shitty mic whenever he gets bored? Because he does that.
Thank god Sam built this fucking vehicle because no fucking way would it have survived had it been a normal car
That’s all I’ve got for now. Some is inspiration out of my own family road trips (I’ve had a fair share of them) and others are completely just based on the characters’ and their personalities/habits.
I just thought it was a funny concept.
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lillian-nator · 3 years
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You want more shit? I can go all day (except for school and sleep, hm) but one day techno realises just how much trouble Tommy is getting into by hanging out with Dream and challenges him to a fight, that's how the dream and Techno duel comes about, techno wins and Dream is just like "Well, what did you want me to do?" and Techno goes "stop influencing boys younger than you or ill break your kneecaps next" - 💙
Oh shit - oh shit - oh shit
Man, Blue, you are really the mvp.
I feel as though we can understand eachother - I also need to sleep and have school in the morning lol.
Anyways, I would love to continue throwing ideas back and forth with you :)
Here it is [the scene]:
[So, for this scenario to happen, I imagine that Techno has to not know of the “Tommy being high off his ass” incident at first.
So, I picture for either Techno to sleep through Tommy’s lecture - or the more likely case (and the one I am going to write here) Tommy didn’t leave his room for the entire day after he got caught.]
When Tommy still hadn’t come out of his room at noon, Wilbur and Phil thought that Tommy was simply trying to evade punishment, but when they went to go check on him, he was still asleep. Like not even pretending to be asleep, like he was clearly out of it - and Wilbur, and Phil weren’t monsters, they would let him sleep as long as he needed.
They assumed that he would need a lot after only getting to bed at 4am, high as fuck, as well.
Tommy ended up sleeping until 6pm that Saturday (the weed incident happened on a Friday night). He only got up to puke in the bathroom and lay back down in his bed.
Techno, who had been gone for most of the day, came back and assumed Tommy was coming down with something. He went into his room, closed the door and din’t come out. Look - he loved his brother, he really did, but midterms were coming up, and he didn’t want to get sick. Besides, Wilbur being the sap he was, would totally be taking care of Tommy all day, if he was sick. He loved Wilbur really, but he could never had what him and Tommy had, Wilbur being the closest with the youngest, was over-protective at times, and a tad bit jealous of Dream, but he was a great brother really, and he was totally Tommy’s favorite, no doubt about that. He means, the two were stuck to the hip when Tommy was younger, and even now, sometimes it was like they were the same person.
So, Wilbur had been in fact taking care of Tommy. Sure, he was pissed out of his mind that his fucking 15-year-old brother came back home high as a kite, but he still cared about Tommy. Probably too much for either of their goods.
As soon as Wilbur heard Tommy get out of bed, he had been prepared to go upstairs, but when he heard Tommy vomit - he stopped. He wasn’t sure if he should help the boy or not. He knows that Tommy must have a killer headache, and probably stomachache from smoking weed on an empty stomach. So, he wasn’t sure whether or not he should let Tommy live the consequences of his actions - or if he should help ease his little brother’s pain.
Look, we’ve already discussed that Wilbur cared about Tommy too much for their own goods. SO, of course Wilbur fucking helped him.
When Wilbur got up to Tommy’s room, man was he not expecting to see Tommy in as much of a mess he was. He was still in his clothes from the night before, SapNap’s jacket hanging loosely around his arms, the multitude of blankets pulled up to his chin. There was sweat dripping down his forehead, and he looked green.
Taking a better look at him, Wilbur knew that it wasn’t the weed that made Tommy throw up - the kid had actually gotten sick from being outside without a jacket.
Wilbur was ready to throw hands with a member of the Dteam.
Anyways, the fact that Tommy was sick delayed the conversation a few days, and when it did happen - that Tuesday at 2 P.M, right after Tommy got home from school - Techno was still at the School studying for midterms.
Techno still didn’t know what was going on - but he noticed the subtle differences.
Tommy had to keep his door open when he had friends over, even with Purpled and Tubbo, practically two members of their family. Wilbur locked Tommy’s window, and when it was hot outside, Tommy had to ask Wilbur to open it. The air was tense. Techno felt like he was always walking on eggshells, and he felt as though he could physically see Tommy walk on eggshells. Tommy had started sitting with Wilbur and his friends at lunch. Tubbo obviously stayed with Tommy - really, Techno could see how glad the small boy was to spend time with his brother - but Purpled switched between Dream’s table, and Wilbur’s table almost everyday.
Tommy having to keep his door open only lasted a week and a half; Tommy was too loud, and the only kids coming over were Purpled and Tubbo (Phil completed trusted them). The window stayed shut though, and Tommy was not allowed to sit with Dream for the foreseeable future.
It was 3 weeks into Tommy’s new-found punishment when Techno had to ask Phil what was going on.
Techno sighed, “Phil, seriously, what has been up with Tommy lately. Did I miss something?”
Oh.” He had a look of confusion on his face. “Did Wilbur not tell you?”
“Did Wilbur not tell me what?” Techno scoffed, Phil could have not been more vague.
“Well, Wilbur caught Tommy come home high a couple weeks ago.” Phil threaded his hand through his short hair, he wasn't sure how Techno was gonna react.
Techno didn’t know how to react. His brother? Tommy? High? “Wait - but he was grounded a couple weeks ago?”
“I caught him sneaking back in. If Wilbur hadn’t woken up, I would’ve never known that he was high. He was good at hiding it.”
“Uh...” If Techno knew one thing, it’s that you aren’t good at hiding the fact that you are tripping balls the first time you get high. “Do you think that he had done it before?”
“I’m not sure. He said that he hadn’t. Wilbur believed him, but Wilbur would beleive anything that boy tells him. I have to trust him on it though.”
Techno mumbled, “That fucker.” And walked out.
Techno wasn’t thrilled bu the fact that his 15-year-old brother had been smoking weed.
Of course he wasn’t, it was his baby brother. Tommy was never supposed to do any of that crap. But, if Techno knew Wilbur and Phil well enough, he knew that he was getting enough punishment as it is. So he laid off him, even if Techno knew that Tommy had smoked at least one other time, he assumed he wouldn’t do it again - that part was right, however what Techno did not anticipate was to catch Tommy sneaking out again, or rather in.
It was late at night, the night before Techno’s last midterm. He wasn’t always the best at Physics. So he just decided to go over a few more equations.
Sure, it was almost 4 am, but Techno never slept anyways.
So, his head is in his hands just looking down at his Physics test book when he hears the clicks of the door being unlocked, and the kitchen being directly across the the house from the door - Techno had a crystal clear view of his brother attempting to sneak back in, from where he was at the counter.
“Hey.” Tommy stops in his tracks.
Tommy walks over to Techno, sits directly across from him at the counter, putting his keys on the table. Tommy sighs loudly.
“I will tell you anything. Please just don’t tell Wilbur and Phil.”
Techno, who actually really just wanted to know what was up with his brother, decided that he would take the deal. “Sure. You have to answer my questions though.”
Tommy let out an audible sigh. “Okay, deal. What do you want to know?”
“Let’s start with the obvious.” He clapped his hands together. “Are you high?”
“No.” straightforward. Techno continued, “Are you drunk - did you drink?” “No.” Techno squinted his eyes, “Are you lying?”
“Do you need a fucking sobriety test? I’m not under the fucking influence.” Tommy gritted his teeth.
“Hey.” He was used to Tommy’s attitude, so he’s not sure why the hostility caught him off guard. “I’m doing you a fucking favor - I don’t need the attitude.” He smacked the blonde on the back of the head. In the process, he took a beanie off of Tommy’s head. Upon closer inspection, Techno realized that the beanie was not Wilbur’s. It was Quackity’s.
Techno started again, “Who were you out with?”
“The gang.” Tommy deadpanned.
“Who the fuck is the gang?” He was starting to get really pissed off at Tommy’s vague answers.
“I don’t know!” Tommy stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Last night it was Quackity, Karl, Tubbo, and -”
Techno sighed, “Dream.”
“Don’t cut me off. I’m giving you the fucking answers.”
“Don’t forget you’re the one in trouble here.” Techno closed his Physics book. This was gonna be a long night. “Why?”
“I don’t know. Dream asked if I wanted to meet them at the bridge, and I did. So, I went.”
“Even though you knew that you are not allowed?” Techno asked skeptically.
“That’s kind of the fucking point of sneaking out.” Tommy turned to go into his room. Techno grabbed hold of his wrist.
“Just tell me one thing, before you storm up into your room.” Tummy hummed in agreement. “How many times have you smoked weed?”
Tommy groaned; “Really? You’re still on this?”
“Just answer the damn question Tommy.” Techno growled back.
Tommy sighed, exasperated, throwing his hands in the air - also successfully freeing himself from Techno's grip. “I don’t know! 3 or 4 times - I mean it when I say, I won’t do it again.”
“I beleive you.” And he really did, although his little brother may have been sneaking around behind his back, he knew him. And Techno knew that Tommy sounded sincere. “But, you also lied about never doing it before. You also smoked weed. Here we are.”
“Whatever.” Tommy mumbled, pushing past Technoblade and stormed up to his room. What he didn’t realize is that he left his phone on the table.
Tommy’s phone buzzed - loud enough for Techno to hear it through his thoughts.
Techno shyly picked it up - look, he really didn’t want to invade Tommy’s privacy. He knew that no matter what Tommy did, he had a right to privacy away from his brothers, but, Techno couldn’t help but be curious to which of the assholes of the month was texting his brother.
It’s a text from Dream.
Dream: You dropped your student I.D. You wanna pick it up tmr night? Karl and SapNap found an abandoned mall a town over. They wanna check it out. You in - Purpled and Punz already said they were game?
Techno was about to beat the shit out of that green fucking bastard.
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The next morning, nobody knew why Techno was waling down the hall with such determination.
But nobody stood in his fucking way.
As soon as he got to Dream’s locker, he saw the bastard. Standing there talking to SapNap like nothing happened last night.
Techno slammed Dream’s locker door shut, earning a wince from the tall blonde.
“What the hell dude?” Dream snarled, annoyed, and fucking too tired to deal with anyone’s shit.
“’What the hell dude?’“ Techno mocked. “Why the fuck are you helping my little brother sneak out?”
“Because he asked me too! It’s not my fault he wanted to hang out, and I’m not taking the blame for something he did.” Dream was tired of getting involved with Tommy’s brothers. He loved the kid really, but his brothers were a lot to handle.
“Tubbo, too! We both know he’s grounded.” Techno mused, hands raised to the ceiling.
Dream, swore he was never gonna get a break from this guy. "Tubbo asked too! I'm not gonna take responsibilities for their actions!"
"Then stop fucking inviting them." Techno growled.
"Look. If they want to sneak out - I'm not, not, gonna tell them when we are hanging out."
"Just stop fucking inviting them - then none of this would ever be your problem. You got it? Stop fucking around with my brothers." Techno stepped closer, pointing a finger in Dream's chest.
Dream looked at the pink-haired boy with a knowing look. He said 'brothers' - okay. So, Techno was talking about all 3 of the teens.
He dropped his head, he really didn't want to get into a fight right now, "Look, I'm sorry okay? I can promise you I won't give any of them alcohol. I can promise I won't let Tommy take a hit of Quack's joint. But, I can't promise I won't stop hanging out with them."
Techno laughed, "You don't understand do you? The point is that you let him do it in the first place."
"Do you really want to do this, right now?" At this point students had gathered around the pair. "You want to fucking fight?"
"If that will make you shut up and leave my fucking life; yeah."
Dream threw the first punch.
There isn't much to say about the fight. Techno won - but barely. Both came out with bloody noses, split knuckles, bruised ribs, bleeding lips, and tired arms.
Techno broke Dream's nose.
It was a good fight.
Most of the student body watched, 'oohing' everytime a punch was thrown. At some point, Tommy had seen the fight go down, and Karl had to hold the blonde back, from breaking up the fight himself.
"Alright," Dream admitted on the floor, tired beyond relief. "What do you want?"
Techno seethed, "I want you to stay the fuck away from my brothers." and walked away.
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Later, after school, when Tommy walked in on Calvin helping Techno clean himself up in the bathroom, Tommy brushed past Techno, bumping into his shoulder.
"Hey -" Techno grunted in pain.
"Good fucking luck explaining this to Phil. I'm going to Tubbo's. I won't see you later." Tommy growled, and continued walking.
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bonesandthebees · 3 years
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okay I'm still seeing some discourse about c!niki and c!wilbur's conflict, and I wanna get my thoughts out there
/rp
so let me first say, I love the memes calling niki a girlboss or saying she deserves to punch wilbur. I think they're hilarious and I love the mental image of niki smacking the shit out of wilbur. but that's just memeing. in all seriousness, they just need to fucking talk
niki is dealing with a lot right now. she had finally managed to get on a good path to healing, found herself a new group of friends in the syndicate who loved her and she felt she could rely on. she managed to move past the blame she had shoved onto tommy in wilbur's absence (which I talked about in this post a little while ago), and recognize that what she was doing wasn't going to help her in any meaningful way. but then, at techno's birthday, with the people she feels safest with, she finds out that the source of all her pain and anger has come back. and it wasn't even from wilbur himself.
healing is not linear, and niki's arc is showing this beautifully. right as you start improving, something can happen to make you feel like you've fallen off the edge again, and that you have to start from zero. all of niki's resentment for wilbur has come right back, and now she has an extra level of anger underneath it all because she feels as though all the progress she's made has been undone. all the hard work she put into healing herself is seemingly gone with just one little piece of news, because her pain is back and brighter than ever.
more than anything, niki needs closure from wilbur. she never got a chance to ask him why he blew up l'manberg, why he changed so much in pogtopia. in her eyes, he got kicked out of manberg, never came back to rescue her, and by the time he showed up again he wa a completely different person who blew up the country he built. she never saw his spiral, and doesn't understand why he did the things he did.
the two of them need to sit down and talk, and wilbur needs to give her the answers she's been so desperately seeking ever since he died
and to shift a bit of focus, wilbur needs this talk too. up until this point, wilbur has only really interacted with people who either can't/won't get through to him, or who weren't hurt by him in severe ways. tommy has tried to explain how badly wilbur hurt him, but tommy is someone who can never get through to wilbur because wilbur doesn't hold a whole lot of respect for tommy as a person. to him, tommy is his right-hand man, his little brother who is just a kid and doesn't understand what he's going through. tubbo was also hurt by wilbur, but we know tubbo would learn how to create nuclear weapons to distract himself instead of talking about his feelings. phil obviously doesn't know shit about what went down in l'manberg before wilbur's death. quackity was clearly more focused on protecting las nevadas instead of getting any kind of closure with wilbur.
niki is one of, if not the only person who could probably get through to wilbur and tell him exactly how much he hurt everyone around him with his actions. right now, wilbur is a mess of contradicting emotions and morals and goals. he keeps changing his attitude every other sentence, ominously talking about his plans and claiming not to care while desperately craving forgiveness and acceptance from everyone around him. he's a master of manipulation, but the person he is best at manipulating is himself. he's lying to himself constantly so he can keep himself from drowning in his own guilt for everything he did, but if he's going to actually get anywhere in his growth he needs someone to force him to confront himself. he needs niki to call him out so that he can admit to himself that he's actually not this uncaring villain who has no regret, but that he does regret what he's done, and that he doesn't have to keep playing the villain. wilbur is not irredeemable, but he thinks he is bc everything in his mind is so black and white, and so he's not trying to improve himself at all. if niki confronts him though, that could be the thing that forces him to try and change.
tl;dr the only way for both niki and wilbur to heal at this point is to talk to each other so niki can get closure and wilbur can be confronted head on with the pain he's caused others and recognize that he actually needs to try and change, instead of just copping out by saying he's on villain arc 2: electric boogaloo
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dreamsmp-au-ideas · 3 years
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this is entirely impossible (probably) but what do you think would happen if some of the canon and lf counterparts switched universes? it could be angsty or fluffy... man
Considering how wacky Gravity Falls is in canon, we can go and say that this is possible.
We going to have the Wilburs, Schlatts, Tubbos, and Erets switch. For LF!Verse, it would be post-Dreamsday and for Canonverse it would be during the Festival. Smack dab in the middle of when Techno is about to execute Tubbo. Yay.
We’re going to go get Pogtopia!Wilbur therapy and Tubbo support and Schlatt is going to go through some forced character development in the LF!Verse. Eret is going to be chilling and helping around and wow this place is really relaxing even with all the weird things.
So we get LF!Verse just being fluffy and everyone going through some therapy and support and everything in there while Phil tries to find a way to get their Wilbur, Schlatt, Tubbo, and Eret back and fast.
Meanwhile with Canon, Eret and Wilbur go and see Tubbo about to be fireworked by Techno and both just scream his name out and tried to reach for them. Schlatt being there as well sees this and impulsively just pushes Techno off the podium, effectively saving Tubbo’s life but also getting a lot of people to be very suspicious on what happened.
After some explaining and confirmations and panic, the four explained that they must have landed in another dimension. They’re just looking around and is freaking out by everything.
LF!Schlatt, since he technically is president goes and unexiles Canon!Tommy and Wilbur and goes and immediately makes Quackity president because lord he knows that there will be less problems with that kid in charge.
Those four people are being incredibly confused and concerned by the canon events. Tommy aren’t you like 16? You went to fucking war? Wait Fundy is Wilbur’s kid in this au? That’s a bit...okay then.
Also since because of course, Dream is going to drop by and check out the inter-dimensional visitors and those four immediately freeze up when they see him. Then LF!Wilbur punches him because honestly I feel like Wilbur deserves to punch Dream.
Dream the bastard is probably going to try and manipulate them but those four aren’t having it. In fact I’m pretty sure that they may have accidentally started to get people to go and squint at Dream and realize that he has been doing a lot of shady stuff.
There is only one solution to this, go and threaten the LF!Crew. If they start anything, then someone dies and Eret and Wilbur are both getting very bad vibes from this and being reminded of LF!Dream.
So we got the Canon in LF!Verse having a good old fluffy time with character development and recovery while the LF!Crew in Canonverse is just screaming and just wanting to go home because holy shit this is terrifying and now Dream might kill someone if they don’t go and keep their mouths shut! Wonderful!
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mythrilhusk · 3 years
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Korosensei Never Dies - Chapter 7
Words - 2,153 AO3 Version Chapter 6 (Last)
Chapter 8 (Next)
TW: vague body horror, violence, threats
The floor trembles as a nearby generator turns on to power the flickering lights. The sterile brightness slices painfully through Ranboo's head. He winces and tries to cover his eyes, only to discover his wrists are bound behind his metal chair. Out of curiousity, he tries to move his feet. Also bound. The taste of dry cotton in his mouth warns of the muffled noises he produces when he tries to shout. 
Lacking options, Ranboo takes in his surroundings. The tight, grimy walls and lack of windows hint that he could be in a bunker. For the moment, his mind is calmly blank, clear of panic, but that could change in an instant. Not this again. Ranboo shakes his head. His fingers reach and clench in thin air, desperate to cling to his book, feel the glittery cover, see the bright colors of the kittens dolphins. 
Sounds of muffled outrage echo through the otherwise silent halls. Ranboo perks up, listening intently. He can't tell who else is in this predicament with him. 
What happened? Blurry flashes of terror, of pain, of rage, boil just beneath the level of recollection. The dart in his neck, spitting poison into his veins, weakening his limbs- 
He can't recall anything. Not even the terror as his friends scream for help, scream in anger, what are they angry for, why are they scared, why are you scared? 
Ranboo clenches his eyes closed, trying to shut out the creeping panic and the soft voice. 
You're scared because you hurt them.
Ranboo shakes his head frantically. No! No, he would never hurt anyone.
But you would. And you did. They're all here, now, because of your little display. Oh, you won't die. But does he need them?
Who's he?? Ranboo glares at the wall, unable to visualize the voice that sounds so very familiar.
"Aren't you an unusual find." The man slouches in the door, draped in an oversized purple hoodie. "Heh. Techno will want you back, won't he." 
Ranboo scowls at the man as best he can with a sock in his mouth. Technoblade and Philza wouldn't care if he disappeared. 
"You want to talk? Too bad. Maybe later. You don't get privileges after what you did to us." 
The sock contains Ranboo's shouts and curses. 
The man smiles grimly and turns, limping out. "Your friends are fine. For now. Fuck up and one of them dies." 
Tears leak out of Ranboo's eyes, burning and blurring his vision. He hangs his head and trembles with small, miserable sobs. He can't even remember what he did to deserve this.
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It's the weekend after exams. Summer vacation. And that means time to fuck shit up. Philza has given out a schedule for the fighting classes, so he'll be preoccupied with that, but Technoblade has other plans. 
Techno strides out of the building, narrowing his eyes at the camouflaged form of Awesamdude in the trees. The government security agent has been watching him for a while. Techno's not technically allowed out of Sam's perimeter around the building, but rules are for losers. 
"Techno." Sam greets him as Techno strides past. "Where are you going?" 
Techno wrinkles his nose, wishing he'd transformed into his chrysaor state earlier. Human form tends to be limiting, and the boar-like attributes, not to mention the multiple sets of wings, are useful for intimidation purposes. "Oh, nowhere in particular. I just thought I'd boost the economy of the nearby town with some of your president's money." 
"Have you seen Tommy anywhere?" 
"Mm, no. I'd assume he's on vacation." 
"Interesting." Sam's expression is completely unreadable. The leaves behind him make a fascinating shape, almost like a dog. Techno stares at the waving greenery, failing to catch Sam's next words. 
"What's that? The leaves distracted me." 
"I said, I got a strange call from him, but now I can't find him anywhere." 
"That's odd." Techno yawns. The kid is probably off gallivanting somewhere and laughing about pranking Sam. "Did you try Quackity's treehouse?" 
"No- he has a treehouse? Where?" 
"Forget I said anything." Technoblade waves a dismissive hand. 
"Tell me, Techno." Sam growls. 
Technoblade considers the effort of intimidating Sam, added to the potential backlash onto Philza, and decides it's totally worth it. "Oh, I'm keeping you safe. It's for your own good." 
"Huh? Techno, what do you mean?" 
"Quackity and the Ducklings will shoot first." Technoblade lets a slow smile crack across his face. He can see Quackity sneaking up behind Sam. 
"They're teens, how aggressive can they be?" 
"We sharpen the motherfucking bones of our enemies and use them to slaughter every bastard who stands in our way." Quackity drops down from the tree, grinning wickedly. "Oh, and Tommy isn't at our place, either. I was just looking for him." 
"Quackity." Techno greets the teen with equanimity. 
"Techno." Quackity returns in the exact same tone. 
"Uh, alright, I'm going to go see if Tubbo knows." Sam moves off awkwardly. "Techno, don't leave the perimeter. I will know." 
"Will you, now." Techno returns in a slow drawl. 
"I've got the kill switch, Techno. Don't push me." Sam scowls, then yelps as Quackity kicks him in the shin.  
"Fucking don't ever threaten the old man again, you bastard." 
"Don't let Phil hear you call him that." Techno reproaches with a grim smile. 
"Alright, alright!" Sam cries, losing the battle for his dignity as Quackity manages to steal his cap and then proceeds to wear it. "Techno, go ahead, but if you hurt anyone in the town, there will be consequences." 
"Who said anything about killing? There's no major governmental figures down there. They're safe from me." 
Sam gives a pained sigh and then strides off to look for Tommy. Quackity sticks his tongue out at Techno, then trots to catch up with Sam, still wearing the agent's hat. 
Techno heaves a relieved sigh at finally being alone and free to wander. Hidden in the seclusion of the trees, he stretches out his wings and breathes in the aromatic air. The thousands of souls murmuring in his veins hunger for blood. Not yet, though. Not quite yet. 
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Wilbur keeps his eyes closed, feigning sleep as he examines his situation. His feet are free, but his wrists are bound, and there's a gag tied around his mouth. He can hear Tommy beside him, raging through his own gag. Charlie whimpers on Tommy's other side. 
Where's Eret and Ranboo?? What the hell happened?? Wilbur tries to think back.
<<~rewind~<< 
Eret suggested building a treehouse like the Ducklings'. He said he knew a good place for it, so Wilbur and Tommy followed him. Charlie tagged along, cracking terrible jokes with Wilbur. 
After passing the perimeter, which seemed to have been deactivated, Eret stopped at a huge tree. Ranboo showed up out of the blue, disoriented and asking Eret why he was there. 
And then- and then- what happened? 
Wings, so many wings, bird and bat and beetle and butterfly- 
Ranboo transformed. There's no other way to say it. The quiet, creepy boy who had always sat at the back of the classroom went absolutely feral for no goddamn reason. 
A man appeared, dropping from the trees, buried in an oversized hoodie. He was unfamiliar, but Eret fought by his side like they'd sparred together before. Ranboo, or whatever creature Ranboo had become, grew weaker and slower by the moment, lashing out at whatever was closest. Wilbur dragged Tommy away from the fight and tried to flee. 
Charlie was wounded while trying to break up the fight and calm Ranboo down. Tommy screamed and tried to run back to save him. Wilbur had to follow, he couldn't let his idiot friend die on his own. 
Eret stepped back as Ranboo finally fell unconscious to the ground. The mutant-- or angel-- looked almost adorable, lying there in a limp puddle of wings and eyes and claws. Tommy pulled bandages out of his backpack and started binding Charlie's wounds. 
Wilbur remembers the next few moments vividly. 
"Eret, fucking help me!" Tommy snapped. 
"No hard feelings, boys." Eret said. 
A dart pricked Wilbur's arm. Tommy shrieked as he was darted as well. "You bastard, you fuckin basss..." He didn't get to finish his words. 
Unable to move, Wilbur soon followed Tommy into unconsciousness. 
>>~present~>>
Remembering the events only leaves Wilbur with more questions. But one of them is about to be answered. The man in the hoodie stands over him, his heavy footsteps so unlike Eret's. 
"I know you're awake, Wilbur." 
Wilbur opens his eyes and shrugs eloquently. 
"I want you to write a letter." 
Wilbur makes an agreeable noise through the gag.
"Alright, I'll take the gag off. There's nobody near for miles, so screaming won't do anything besides piss me off." 
"Who are you?" Wilbur asks as soon as the gag is off. 
"Purpled." The man checks his wrists to make sure they're still tightly bound. 
"What would you like me to write?" Wilbur attempts civility. There's no point in pissing off his captor yet. 
"A ransom note." Purpled doesn't smile as he moves to check Tommy's wrists. Tommy attempts to headbutt him, but recieves a smack for his trouble. 
"Don't fucking touch Tommy, you son of a bitch." Wilbur snarls, anger sparking in his eyes. 
"Alright." Purpled laughs, pissing Wilbur off further. "Eret, got a pencil and paper?" 
"Yes, sir." Eret limps inside, one arm dangling, broken. 
"I hope it hurts like hell." Wilbur glares at him, baring his teeth. 
"Ha... I assure you, it hurts plenty." Eret gives a small, guilty laugh. "But you'll all be safe. We aren't going to hurt any of you. All we need is bait." 
Purpled unties Wilbur's hands. "Be good." 
"He just said none of us will be hurt." Wilbur retorts, stretching his sore fingers. "What're you going to do if I try to escape?" 
"I'll kill Tommy." Purpled says darkly. 
Wilbur shoots a venomous glare at Eret. "Hm??" 
Eret puts the pencil and paper on a nearby table and moves to the door silently. Purpled answers for him, "We don't plan to hurt you if everyone behaves. But step a toe out of line, and someone will get hurt." 
"What do you want me to write?" Wilbur decides to change the subject. He won't let Tommy be hurt, no matter what. 
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Technoblade returns to the school at night, practically inhaling pockies from the several boxes he acquired in the town. The townspeople had freaked out upon his arrival, but they'd been amenable to contributing food in return for his timely departure without harming anyone. 
He enters the school building and flicks on the lights. Philza tilts his head up, raising the brim of his hat to peer at Techno with narrowed eyes. "You're back late." 
"I got distracted." Read: there were fluffy dogs, and Techno gave all of them pats. "Want some pocky?" 
"Sure, mate." Philza catches the box thrown to him, and snaps one of the chocolate-covered biscuits between his teeth. "I just got some troubling news, Techno. But I want you to stay out of this one. I have reason to think it's a trap." 
Techno shrugs with a dry grin. "You really think I'd let myself be taken down by a trap? What's going on?" 
"It's Purpled, mate." 
"Oh." Technoblade clenches his claws into fists, his eyes darkening. "What makes you think I don't want revenge?" 
"I know you do, Techno." Philza says apologetically. "But it ain't safe. He's gotta be working with Schlatt, you know that. If Schlatt is making a move, that means he's got something up his sleeve he thinks can take care of you." He chomps another pocky. "Look, I'll take care of this one." 
Techno strides up to Philza and snatches him up by his coat. "I can't let you be captured, too." He growls. He can't let Philza be taken away, not again.
"I won't be. I'll get help." Philza smiles and presses his hand to Techno's bristly cheek. Techno pulls him into an embrace. "There, there, you big lug, I'll be fine." 
"What happened?" 
"Purpled kidnapped some of your students. Wilbur, Tommy, Charlie, and Ranboo. Eret helped him. I just got the ransom note." 
Technoblade drops Philza with a gruff snort and turns away. "I'm coming with." 
"No, you're not." Philza retorts. "It's a trap." 
"How can you be sure it's not a trap for you, too?? I can't- I can't let them take you, Philza, I can't." 
"If Schlatt wanted me, he'd have me. He's got President Skeppy in his pocket. You know that." 
"Take Sam." Techno growls. "If you refuse to take me with you, at least take Sam." 
"I already asked. He's not allowed to interfere." 
"He will be held accountable if you're harmed." 
"I'll be okay, mate." 
"You better be, Philza. Or I don't know what I'll do." Technoblade gives a dry, ragged laugh. That's a lie. He knows exactly what he'll do. 
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