Before I start, sorry for disappearing for a literal week! I mostly just was battling some writer’s and artist’s block, so sorry again!
On to the story!
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Will waited every day for Discord to come back and deliver Tommy’s reply. Each day, he’d wake up, eat something, pack himself a lunch, and go wait near the Nether portal. He’d write to Tommy about things that happened in Antarctica, big or small. He never got to send his writings to Tommy, Discord only came on rare occasions.
Finally, the purple-clad postman came through the portal. He looked around to find Will napping on the portal frame. Smiling, he crouched down and shook him gently. Will woke with a start, pulling his dagger out.
“Woah there!” Discord exclaimed. Will realized who it was and sheathed his knife.
“It’s been a while, Discord,” Will said. “Anything from Tommy?”
Discord shook his head sadly. “He’s been real busy lately, so he doesn’t have much time to write.”
Will was sad about that, but invited Discord over for lunch.
“Who’s this?” Phil asked Will at the door.
“This is Discord, the postman,” Will told him. “Could we give him something to eat, since he came such a long way?”
“I don’t see why not,” Phil answered. “Techno! Stop napping and help me make lunch!”
Techno rolled off the couch with a groan and got up to help chop veggies and meat for stew. The adults all chatted while Will wrote a quick letter to Tommy.
Hey, Big Man.
It’s been a while since you wrote, how have you been? We’re good here, we mostly just miss you a lot and take naps. We had Discord, the postman, over for lunch. Have you tried to convince green man to let me in yet? Did you make any good friends? Write me back!
-Will
Aka Wilbur
P.S. Discord gave our little group a nickname, We’re the Sleepy Bois Inc. now!
Will looked over at the adults socializing in the living room. Phil was asleep on the couch, and Techno was telling Discord about his potato-growing endeavors. Will laughed to himself. It was funny to him how Techno, who his voices had proclaimed “Blood God,” was such an enthusiast of growing crops, but only potatoes.
As they walked to the Nether portal, Will handed Discord his letter to Tommy.
“It’s for TommyInnit, right?” Discord asked.
“Yes, it is,” Will answered him. “Nag him and make him write me back.”
Discord gave him a big grin, and disappeared through the portal.
Suddenly, the ground around the portal began shaking. The ice it stood on cracked and split, and Will ran away from the icy cliff where the portal was perched. The portal fell into the ocean.
“No,” Will whispered. “no No NO NO!! PHIL! PHIL!”
Phil heard ice shattering and Will crying out. He woke from his spot on the couch and cursed himself for falling asleep. “I’m coming, Will!” Philza Minecraft used his his wings for the first time in a long while, flying as hard as he could to his kid.
He arrived, expecting Will to have slipped off the cliff and be needing a rescue, but what he saw was worse. Will was sat in the snow and ice, staring off the edge of the cliff. Sobbing.
“It’s gone, Phil,” was all Will said. Phil, realizing what he meant, looked over the edge of the cliff to see the last glimpse of the portal slipping under the waves. “Tommy’s gone. Discord’s gone. No more market. We are stranded, Phil. Please, what do we do?” Will said between sobs. Phil wrapped his wings around his son.
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Writing this is giving me fanart ideas (The stream where Dream’s Discord was not working and Ranboo had to wait for a while)
Anyway
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