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Writing Thingy ft. Tommy and Techno
Tommyinnit stepped through the portal, his netherite armor scraping against the stone brick on the other side. The sudden transition between boiling hot and shrill cold caused him to shiver, but he kept walking unbothered. He followed the footsteps in the snow to a fenced-off area with two homely cottages. Tommy looked at them, his skin screaming to go knock on their doors, to seek refuge from the cold, but he ignored it and kept walking, a two-story quartz house in the hill coming into view as he walked around the mountain.

"Why did Ranboo make me come all the way out here?" he muttered. "We could've just discussed this at the tower."

Suddenly, he hear someone else's footsteps.

"What are you doing at my house?"

He looked up to see a pig, fully armored, with a crossbow trained between Tommy's eyes.

"Technoblade," he grunted.

"Tommy. Mind telling me what you're doing here?"

"I'm here to see Ranboo," Tommy replied. "We have business to discuss."

"What kind of business?" Techno asked skeptically.

"That's between me and him, Techno."

"Don't care."

Tommy's face twisted into a conflicted and untrusting expression. "Why should I tell you?"

"Might I remind you who has the crossbow?" Techno replied, raising it for effect.

After a few more moments of hesitation, Tommy's resolve broke and he let out a sigh. "It's about Wilbur."

Techno lowers his crossbow slightly. "Wilbur? Why? Isn't he dead?"

"Weeeeeeeeeeeell... not exactly?"

He lowers his crossbow fully. "Will's alive? You better start explaining."

"Okay, but this may take a while."

"Then start talking."

"Okay, so you know how me and Tubbo defeated Dream?"

"Yeah."

"Well, the reason we put him in prison instead of killing him is because he has a book to revive people. But then, after..." he stops talking for a moment, pain in his eyes.

"Keep going," Techno demanded.

"Alright! Alright. Well, after that I realized that he was too dangerous to be left alive, even in the prison, so I plotted to kill him. Fast forward a month or so, I'm sneaking into prison with Ghostbur as cover to kill Dream, but I pulled out the axe too early and Sam spotted me. He forced me to come back across the bridge, but left Ghostbur at the cell, and then Dream took the opportunity and revived Wilbur."

"Wow," Techno said, bewildered. "I should spend less time way out here. I never hear about ANYTHING."

"Techno, this is serious! Wilbur's alive! I know how Wilbur was like when he was alive, and trust me, he hasn't gotten any better while dead. Him being alive is a threat to the entire server, especially now that he sees Dream as his savior or some shit."

"Hmm, oh well. I live thousands of blocks away from all that, it's of no concern to me."

Tommy opened his mouth to respond, when he was suddenly hit by a skeleton's arrow. Suddenly the snow disappeared as obsidian walls closed in around him, and all of a sudden the only thing he could see was Dream's sadistic smile as he was punched and beat and kicked over and over and over and over and

A firework went off to the left, shattering the obsidian walls and showering Tommy in snow and shattered bones. Dream's smile faded, replaced by a snout, and the bloodied potato turned into a crossbow. Tommy was panicked, quickly biting into a Golden Apple as he held back tears from the memory.

"Annoying ske... woah, Tommy, why are you chugging gaps over a skeleton arrow? It's not that big a deal," Techno exclaimed, slightly taken aback.

"Oh god, Techno, oh god, oh god... I can't take damage, I can't take damage. Can't lose hearts."

"Dude, Tommy, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, okay!? Asshole! Fuck off!" Tommy screamed, tears beginning to make their way down his cheeks. He sobbed, wiping tears off his face.

"Uh..." Techno hesitated a few moments before awkwardly patting him on the back.

Eventually, Tommy calmed down a bit.

"So... what exactly that was all about?"

"Leave me alone, Techno."

Techno was hesitant, but went back inside anyways. He knew Tommy needed his space. Tommy sat in the snow, his tears making him even colder than before. A few minutes later, he got up and went to Ranboo's shack.

"Can't waste so much time getting emotional... I've got important shit to take care of."

I suck at endings lmao

Ranboo loses his keys
Ranboo walked in to the blood-red room, seeing a man sitting on a throne of bones He couldn't exactly tell if they were human or not.

"Uh... is this Hades? King of the Underworld, brother of Zeus, all that?"

"What the... a mortal??"

"Hey, yeah, have you seen my keys?"

"How did you get down here???"

"I searched the whole of hell, couldn't find 'em. Guy named Midas told me to ask you."

"You searched through the whole of hell... for your keys?"

"Yeah, I was wondering if you had 'em down here somewhere."

"No I don't have your keys!"

"You sure? I checked all the usual spots."

"What are your usual spots?"

"Well, usually they're just in my pockets."

"Have you actually checked your pockets???"

Ranboo reached into his suit jacket pockets.

"I'm pretty sure I would've checked my p-"

His eyes went wide as he pulled out his keys.

There was a moment of silence as he and Hades stared at each other.

"Uh... found 'em?"

Hades sighed. "Get out."

"Right, sorry," Ranboo said, turning around and leaving the underworld.

"Sweet Olympius, that man is forgetful."

Background
This was originally going to be a one-off about Tommy and Wilbur, but it's become far, far more. This starts about a week after the Red Banquet, a few days after Wilbur's resurrection. Each Tommy chapter is about a day apart, but some days there is no Tommy chapter. In other words, the first chapter after midnight of a new day will usually be a Tommy chapter, but not always.

Chapter 1
Tommy's eyes opened to find himself in a stone 1x2 tunnel. He must've dozed off while mining again. He noticed a stairway and, figuring that was the exit, he climbed it. The tunnel widened into a small room made of blackstone, with 5 chests around the edges and a button in the middle. The final control room. He instinctively backed away in fear, remembering the horrors that happened here, but the exit closed off behind him. 4 doors opened up, powered by pistons, at different points on the side walls. From one of them emerged Dream, swinging his sword around. Tommy's eyes widened as he began to tremble with fear. Dream reeled back his sword, ready to strike. Tommy's eyes squeezed shut.

He was suddenly hit by an intense wave of heat (a heat wave, if you will), and opened his eyes to see a wall of lava just inches away from his face. He took a step back in surprise, tripping and landing against the hard floor. From further back, he could see the lava was surrounded by a mixture of obsidian and crying obsidian. He also saw a strip of netherite blocks on the floor, and to the right he could see a cauldron. No. Not again. He shot up and around to see Dream's blank smile, a hand rising above his head to hit Tommy. He raised his arms above his head and squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the hit.

Tommy's eyes opened wide as he shot up out of his bed, sweating immensely with tears spilling from his eyes. His body was racked with deep breaths. Eventually, he caught his breath and got his crying under control. He walked through the underground halls of his home, going up a set of stairs to his hollow hill area and exiting. He looked up to the sky, still full of stars. It seemed to be about 4 AM. No one would be awake at this hour. He began walking along the Prime Path. It didn't really matter where he wandered, no one would bother him at 4 AM anyways.

He thought about his dream. The prison part was normal, He had that almost every day now. The control room, however was strange. He was no stranger to nightmares. At first, he didn't have many, but that changed during the L'manburg Independence war. He started getting nightmares about his death in the control room, lasting through the election, eventually getting replaced by his first exile, moments from Wilbur's spiral, his second exile, and most recently his death in the prison. But it didn't make sense for such old trauma to come back to him now. He wondered what was causing it.

He looked up to see where he had wandered, only to see a familiar white building he had subconsciously wandered to many times before. "Therapuffy Office," the marquee read. Tommy considered going in, scheduling an appointment, actually getting help with all his problems he so desperately needed help with.

...

He decided against it. Puffy probably had her own problems, what with the Egg and her son dying and all that. She didn't need Tommy's problems on top of all that. He turned around and walked away from the office for the hundredth time. He could deal with his own problems.

He always has.

Chapter 2
Puffy collapsed onto a bench in her underground home, exhausted from the past 15 or so hours of work. She had just finished making a backup set of netherite armor for Foolish. It had taken her a few days. Before all those hours awake, she had only gotten a few hours of sleep, so to say she was tired was an understatement. She had also made herself a backup armor set before making one for Foolish. She had distracted herself with all that ever since the Banquet. It was better than the reminders of her failure she got every time she fell asleep.

She thought back to the Banquet. It seemed like it had been months, but she knew it was only a week or so. Maybe? Her sleep schedule had been decimated, so she didn't really know. She remembered dancing with Nikki and being so happy that they were still friends, but then, well...

She tried to stop thinking about it, instead shifting her focus back to what she had been doing. She had spent almost a week preparing this backup armor to fight the Eggpire. But when she really thought about it, why was it needed? It doesn't matter how much gear you have if you don't have a...

A plan.

If she wanted to get rid of the Egg once and for all, she needed a plan.

Chapter 3
Karl walked the halls of the library. He was exhausted from the mental strain of his last adventure. His memory must've been getting worse, because he could barely even remember what had happened. He started heading to the library's secret basement to find the books from his latest adventure to remember what had happened.

On his way, he thought about the state of Kinoko Kingdom. Foolish had been doing most of the building and expanding of the nation. All the founding members had been far too busy. Karl with his time travel problems, Sapnap with his all-day-long training sessions, and George being cooped up in his room talking to himself about... something. He wondered if they were okay. And of course there was Quackity... he had forgotten to tell Quackity about Kinoko. Of course he had. And when he did invite him, he said he wasn't interested. He was worried. And then, on top of all that, he was having to clear out vines from the surrounding area. They had moved far away, but the vines were still creeping closer. They needed to set up some kind of defense.

He reached the basement and read the book about his adventure. Something about big Gladiator fight. Pretty inconsequential compared to something like the Masquerade or Mizu. But the Diary entry about the Other Side contained something far more interesting.

It was a warning.

"Keep a close watch of the vines. They are more dangerous than you know."

Chapter 4
Tommy opened his eyes to find himself in a stone hall again. He thought nothing of it, until he realized. He was completely surrounded by buttons. How had he ended up in Pogtopia? He didn't want to be here! He called out for help. "Will???" he yelled, "Tubbo? Phil?" There was no response. The echoes faded into deafening silence. Tommy did not like the silence at all, and started to leave. He climbed up the three stairways, and then climbed up... a fourth stairway? How many stairways were there again? He hadn't been here in a while, but he was pretty sure there were only three. Maybe he had remembered wrong. He scaled a fifth, sixth, seventh... had Wilbur dug the place deeper? As he climbed more and more stairs, he became more desperate to escape, climbing faster and faster, until he inevitably tripped on a stair. He fell down, crashing through one of the wood pathways and ricocheting off the walls multiple times. And he just kept falling, never reaching the ground, until...

Tommy woke with a shout, bolting up in his bed, covered in sweat and breathing deep. Another weird, old nightmare. Why? Why was all his long-past trauma coming back all of a sudden? And this time, it wasn't even accompanied by the usual prison scene. Why would all this be resurfacing at all, and why now? He needed to get to the bottom of it, soon.

Chapter 5
Ranboo said bye to Phil and went back to his house, looking around to make sure no one was watching before he climbed down the ladder into his hidden basement. He was once again reminded of the water bottles, two of which still hung from the brewing stand. He shook, reminded of how stressed and terrified he had been at the time. Why had he triggered the enderwalk on purpose?? He opened the memory book again, reading over the paragraph once more.

"I am someone who stops conflict," he read aloud. "I need to make sure that if any conflict arises to try and help in any way possible."

Of course he did. There were no sides in his mind, no land, only people. His friends just happened to be on opposite sides. He couldn't control that, how was that his fault? Why had he been the one to blame? He tried to stop thinking of the past, it only made him upset. Easy enough when you can barely remember it anyways.

He didn't bother reading the rest of the passage. All he could make out was the words at the end. "Trust me." Why? Why would he trust the Enderwalk after all it had done for Dream? After all the pain it had caused him, and all the problems it caused for everyone else on the server? He closed the book. Reading it only caused unnecessary stress. Hiding his problems from his friends was stressful enough- painful, even, in Tubbo's case.

Then a terrible thought struck him. What if the Enderwalk had already revealed itself to someone, interacted with or spoke to someone while he had no control, and revealed his secrets? And if it hadn't already, what if it did by accident? What if it did on purpose?

He couldn't take that risk. He had to keep himself from going Enderwalk, whatever it took.

Chapter 6
Sam slumped into a bench in the guards' room, exhausted. He had been at work for days, only able to get a few hours of sleep in between the guarding shifts. Of course he had no help whatsoever from his no-show colleagues.

He had just spent hours painstakingly replacing every single warden and guard access key in the entire prison, in case Tommy had stolen one during his breakout attempt.

Tommy... why would he of all people want Dream out of the prison?

Anyways, he had followed that up with a quick perimeter sweep. No players nearby, but the vines were getting closer and closer. He would have to clear them eventually, but not now. He was far too tired.

It was annoying, having to run the entire prison by himself, but it was necessary work to keep Dream in check. No one else knew how, and he didn't think many others on the server were even capable of running the entire system. And of those who did, he doubted they were trustworthy enough for the job.

His eyes drooped. He could spare another nap, but only for a few hours until the next perimeter sweep. His thoughts wandered to the guard keys in his hands. It was frustrating and exhausting having to run the prison on his own since Bad and Ant had run off after the banquet, and after the banquet, their trustworthiness had fallen drastically. It would be a huge pain to track them down later and give them the new guard keys.

Maybe he just wouldn't do it. They couldn't be trusted with the responsibility of running the most important facility on the server.

No one could. Not even Sam himself.

Unused Ideas
In chapter 5, Ranboo was going to hide the water bottles, but he ended up just kinda looking at them.

Hcs that will show up in the AU (WARNING: MAJOR SPOILER TERRITORY)
First, I should probably talk about the gods, since they'll be pretty important. In my view, there are only two gods, Foolish and DreamXD.

Foolish is the god of life and creation. Life, because he's a totem, and creation, because he is ALWAYS building stuff.

DreamXD is the very opposite- he is the god of death and destruction. Death, because he's been shown to literally send Nikki to hell, and destruction, because of his destructive pranks and general chaotic energy.

But, then, what about the viewers? And most importantly, what about the Church of Prime? If the only gods are Foolish and DreamXD, then what are they worshipping?

Well, in my hcs, Prime is less of a god and more of an energy or a force or something. The SMP members don't know exactly what Prime is, but they know it's powerful, and they know that worshipping it and all that is said to be tied to good fortune and wealth (because of the money part of Twitch Prime).

The viewers? This part I kinda stole from Lance. The viewers are another strange entity, not a god, but an entity that watches over everyone at all times. Some SMP members do not believe in the entity, but those who do all perceive it in different ways. Some hear its whispers as voices in their heads, some see it as a flock of wild birds, watching over them and giving them guidance, while others see it as particles hanging in the air around them, holding hands and whispering to each other in an unknown language.

⏃⋏ ⎍⋏☍⋏⍜⍙⋏ ⌰⏃⋏☌⎍⏃☌⟒.

Now, for something that's going to be even more important to the story: let's talk about that egg.

The Egg itself and its vines are the same creature, but they do not have the same goals or even the same minds. The vines exist to serve the egg. Think of it like the vines are ants and the egg is the queen. The vines could survive on their own for a little bit without the egg, but not for long periods of time, as seen with the vines dying when the egg was encased in obsidian. The egg can survive without the vines, but it cannot move, so it would still die if it didn't infect someone and make them help it. So the egg creates vines and nourishes them, and the vines grow for the purpose of helping the egg. So, if I say something like "the vines do _ because the egg needs _," that's why. (The main reason I have this whole big egg hc is just so I can justify a small part of my next egg hc lol)

The egg thrives in heat. Whether it be sunlight or lava, it would die without heat. The vines are similar; while they won't die without heat, when they have a heat source, they grow much faster. The vines also use up some of their energy to create heat in the egg room so that the egg is incubated, explaining why there is so much magma blocks and lava in the egg room.

Another ability of the vines is that, when presented with an obstacle, they will excrete some acid. This was specifically made for obsidian, so it will have no effect on some blocks and reduced effect on others. For example, the acid has no destructive effect on wool blocks, instead simply changing the dye's properties. But, because this was designed for obsidian, it works very well, completely dissolving obsidian blocks in a day or two, far faster if they have a good heat source. Obsidian, when dissolved, mixes with the egg acid to make a purple liquid. This liquid does not dissolve blocks like the egg's acid, but it is harmful to humans, burning their skin a bit. Also if you haven't figured it out from the purple liquid, the partially dissolved obsidian is crying obsidian, the purple drips and all. This is why, when covered in obsidian, it turned to crying obsidian over time. Crying obsidian can be got naturally tho, for example Dream's cell's crying obsidian is not from the egg.

Now, the vines secrete acid to get through obstacles, but what about the egg itself? I said that it had the same powers and stuff, but used them differently, so how does it use the acid? Well, whenever it's injured, it secretes- or rather, flat out sprays- the attacker with much stronger acid, dealing up to 3 hearts, even through armor. (It explains why people take damage when they break the egg.)

And what's my hc for what's inside the egg? Well... it doesn't really matter for my fic, does it? ;)

Moving on from the egg, have a bit of a Dream headcanon now :)

DreamXD is a green humanoid with a smiley face. Dream, unlike most other people's hc, is a completely normal human. However, once his server went to shit, he became a manipulative control freak. Slowly he became more and more controlling, to the point where he developed a god complex. To become even more godlike, he created a green hoodie and a smiley mask to imitate DreamXD, with the goal of making people fear him more, thus giving him more control over them. He even started to change his voice, to sound more like DreamXD. (Don't think changing your voice that much is possible? Ask a trans person.) So that's why Dream looks the way he does and why he looks and sounds like DreamXD, in my mind at least.

My inventory hcs are the exact same as lance's because his hcs for that are so good. Here's the link for his original post: https://dreamteam.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000045196

And here's a copy-pasted bit, the section that I'm talking about

''Inventories are interesting because of how they work, and how they actually tie in with my god headcannon. But that's for a little later on.''

There are three types of items a 'player'(a term for an entity that is humanoid enough to enjoy certain privileges) can store; Active, equipped, and stored.

''Stored items are inside every player's inventory, a multidimensional space in which items big and small are stored as if you hold them on your person. These technically impossible storage spaces cannot be accessed by anyone but you unless your health reaches zero and you are killed, or if another player is 'consul blessed'''

''Active items are items that a player carries in their 'hot bar', a part of the inventory that can be reached within a moment's notice. These items are kept in separate part of your collective inventory, changing to suit you mood, preference, and goal, being more like an automated pocket that can read your mind and put your chosen item in your hand. This can be looted by experienced thieves and pickpockets, though only moderately and randomly. Every mob has some sort of hot bar, only some mobs' hotbars actually function though.''

''Equipped items are items that exist entirely in the known and exploreable world while still being in your possession. This means any item from your hot bar that you're holding, in either hand, and any armor you're wearing. You also feel the weight of equipped items, while stored and active items are generally very light, no matter their size, some exceptions do occur. Equipped can be stolen off of you by anyone.''

So yeah I thought that was pretty cool, but it might not actually show up in my story.

One last hc I remembered that comes into play in the Sleepless AU. The hooded guy in Fundy's nightmare was Quackity. Makes sense because of the smiley and all. In my fic, it's Quackity.

Maybe I should've waited a bit to post these, because they spoil future events like Quackity, Fundy, DreamXD, and Foolish's involvement, and the importance of the Egg, but oh well I'll put a spoiler warning.