Sapnap/SMP

So I’m just gonna go on a Sapnap themed ramble with headcannons mostly because I just wanna talk about my kinnie and one of my favorite characters sooo yeah-

So section one, headcannons :D

• Tan skin because of Blaze and demon roots

• Floofy hair that ignites on fire depending on his mood (sad, happy, angry, etc)

• Daddy issues (mostly because of the random fights between Skephalo and the whole egg cult bit-)

• Would sleep without a shirt on at night because he’d overheat with too many layers

• Gonna add this, might be ooc, but most definitely would have been a skater boy when he was a teenager (with a few hints of punk)

And now for the ramble (maybe even a character analysis) :D

I’ve met a BUNCH OF PEOPLE who downplay Sapnap’s trauma. Like, they just chalk his character up to a raging, angry ball of fire that’s only goal is to just have chaos

But he has SO MUCH MORE TO HIM- like, pre dsmp alone, if we go with just the fact that Badboyhalo raised him (most likely with Skeppy), he’d have watched a relationship grow with extreme emotions and random fights over small things.

Of course he’d develop an odd way of thinking when it comes to relationships. Your friends having toxic traits are okay because in the end, you’ll still be friends again. You won’t break up, you just need a few words and maybe a hug and it would all go back to normal.

Adding onto his perception, he was already quite chaotic when he got to the Smp with Dream and George, so mixing that with Dream’s personality and George’s on and off actions, his perception of relationships would probably expand on the fact that simple words of apology can fix a relationship with ease.

And with the rest of the Smp, a lot of his goals were just protect his friends and loved ones. When things like Mexican L’manberg and the Community House, things that meant a lot to his character, were destroyed, he became more protective of the things he loved because of the fear that they’d actually be gone. No reconciliation, no apology and make up, just gone. He most likely doesn’t take loss very well because of the Skephalo parenting, because the two would “divorce” a lot, and then they’d get right back together later on.

With the Karlnapity relationship, I feel like that was a time he could somewhat relax with his loved ones. But the anxiety of abandonment would still loom in his mind. Would they make him choose if anything happened? Would it be like his dad and Skeppy, and would they let any bygones be bygones? What if they just left Sapnap? They seemed to have a good relationship before they truely added him to the mix. And especially when the break up happened, that was when the anxiety and fear exploded. Two of the people he loved the most in the world were fighting, and even if they weren’t saying it out loud, the decision was unspoken.

Sapnap would have to choose one of them. Because no apology or action could make this any better.

Okay I might continue this ramble later on but I ENJOYED WRITING IT :DDD

+ their son sneaking into the kitchen for some pretzels

Nahh, me forgetting that during my hiatus I drew up a storm of both dsmp ocs and dsmp itself, noo I would neverr-

Why so shiny?

(I recommend you read the preview before this for a better explanation of what the heck is going on-)

Ah the ways of Villainy, they were so exhilarating yet also aggravating with all these pesky wannabe heroes running amuck. As Theseus burned through the abnormally large amount of strings coming straight for them, Yellowjacket began typing on a holographic pad on his forearm.

Soon, missiles came flying out of the pack on Yellowjacket’s back, Theseus ducking to let them through.

The hero blocked the first missile with massive layers of string, possibly being a different material than the ones first used, however he did not notice the second one, unable to stop it from grazing his backside.

“FOR THE LOVE OF-“ the hero began a tedious string of swears and curses, some even in languages long forgotten in the world.

“Man I have got to learn some of those one day..” Theseus mused as he postponed his fiery assault on the strings, focusing more on their getaway rather than his want to start riling the hero up. Yellowjacket grabbed Theseus’s collar and lifted him up into the air, noticeably with some trouble.

“Jesus Christ Toms what have you been eating lately?!!” Yellowjacket feebly groaned as he tried to keep him and Theseus upright, letting the villain mask drop for a moment. “AYE?!?! I’VE BEEN EATING PERFECTLY FINE AMOUNTS OF FOOD TUBS THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!!” Theseus yelled, squirming around as if he was TRYING to make them fall.

As the two villains bicker, they nearly missed the flying lava-ball shot straight towards them. The two non verbally agreed to drop this topic until further notice, as the two awaited heroes arrive on the scene. For a proper explanation, these heroes worked under the famous “Smp Hero Society”, a facility that took young prodigy children and raised them to become life saving heroes, protecting the city of L’manberg from evil. This set of heroes were known specifically as “The Dream Team”, consisting of the Mindscape hero, 404, the Ember hero, Blaze, and the Control hero, Dream.

Gods did Theseus hate Dream with a passion. Always out and about around the city, hiding his face behind a mask, capturing villain after villain within no more than a couple of minutes. Sure, that left out lots of potential rivals for Theseus and Yellowjacket, it’s just that he hated, just HATED, the way Dream would deliver these defeats. He would always start with “Blah blah blah under arrest for many crimes against the Hero Society Blah blah blah” and then he’d end it with “You can be better Blah blah blah think of what you could do for your community after spending time in prison blah blah blah”, all that sentimental crap of the “I can fix them” trope.

Explanations aside, 404 and Blaze had arrived, and it was not looking good for the villain duo. The minimal aftershock of almost being shot right out of the air passed and now the two had began attacking mid air. While Yellowjacket began shooting his almost infinite amount of missiles at them, Theseus began booting up the gear made by Yellowjacket himself. The team of heroes began firing their own weapons at the villains. Blaze created a lava wall that burnt the missiles to a crisp, and 404 was beginning to try and get the villains down with a sleep inducing smoke that was created from his body.

Yellowjacket noticed this and pulled out a mask that he specifically made for this kind of occasion. “Theseus!! Masks!” He called to his partner, who immediately pulled out his own mask and the two placed them on their mouths. 404 scowled as he turned to tend to Dream’s weakened state. Blaze began to shot more lava at the pair, fueled by anger rather than justice. Yellowjacket, now somewhat used to Theseus’s weight, began to move more swiftly as he teased Blaze, angering him more. Blaze’s shots were getting more and more off centered as Yellowjacket continued to tease him, and as he did Theseus’s gear finally finished booting up, ready for use.

“Hey YJ, still up for plan Wings?” Theseus smirked up as he saw Yellowjacket’s wide grin.

“Let ‘er rip Theseus!!”

Theseus’s smirk grew bigger as he activated his gear, the machinery making his fire much more intense than normally. The fire shot them across the sky with force that made Theseus slightly sick. Seriously how does Yellowjacket fly this fast every day?? Yellowjacket laughed as they got away from the heroes, catching only a glimpse of Blaze’s beginning tantrum.

(as promised, ping: @Gacha xx Tuber ;D)

Do you guys remember during the eggpire arc when sapnap and awesamdude confronted BBH and sams holy water just EVAPORATED-

Quackity watched time pass by on the big clock on the clocktower of the courthouse. He was trying not to think about the reason he was here today, in the courthouse of Woodvale county, the small town which the New Romantics Association had built on the outskirts of the Dream SMP. He was alone, his opponents had not yet arrived, and he was happy about it. The later, the better, he thought, fixing his tie. He was not planning on getting beaten up today. After what felt like ages to him, the door of the courtroom opened and Rep, the judge, peeked her head out. „Hello, sir. Your opponent has not yet arrived. You can come in and take your seat“, she said, smiling at him and he followed her inside. When the clock struck twelve, Sapnap walked in. Quackity shifted to the edge of his seat at the sight of his fiancé, who, today was his opponent. Once he had taken a seat, judge Rep took up the word. „Sapnap, you are here to represent yourself as well a Mr. Karl Jacobs, correct?“, she asked. Sapnap nodded. „Correct, you honor“, he said, glaring at Quackity. „We will not reiterate the reasons for this divorce today, as we have discussed them in previous seatings and have come to the conclusion that neither of the opponents is alone at fault for „ruining this marriage“. All that is sleft to do now is sign the final divorce papers and then you‘re free to go“, she said, passing each of them a paper to sign. Once they were done, they gave the judge their signed papers and left the courtroom.

„I still don‘t understand why you did this“, Sapnap said to him as they left the building. Quackity ignored him and buttoned up his coat, slowly walking away. Sapnap followed him, grabbed the collar of his coat and pulled him around to face him. „Don‘t ignore me“, he said, aggressively. „What does it matter? I wasn‘t the one who did the wrong thing!“, Quackity said, staring Sapnap in the eyes. „You fucking cheated on us!“, Sapnap spat out. „You haven‘t talked to me in months! Karl doesn‘t even remember me as his fiancé. As far as I‘m concerned, we were already broken up and I‘m free to move on as fast as I desire“, Quackity said, breaking free from Sapnaps grasp and quickly walking off.

„Hey dad, how was it?“, was the first thing Quinn said when she walked through the door of their apartment that night. The apartment was located at the very top of the Las Nevadas Hotel, overlooking the whole land. Quackity was standing at the stove, struggling to keep track of the recipe he was trying to cook. „It was…fine. Don‘t worry about me, dear“, he said. „You dont sound like it was fine“, Quinn said, dropping her jacket on the floor and sitting on a kitchen counter. „They still blame me for all of the problems in our relationship. All of it.“, he said, angrily stirring around in the potatoes.

About six months ago, Quackity was caught in his office with Eros, one of the dancers of the Las Nevadas Casino Show. Sanna, the person who caught him and Sapnaps daughter, of course immediately let her father know and Sapnap payed an angry visit to him the next morning, almost costing Quackity his second life. The next day, they immediately scheduled their divorce appointment and Quackity proceeded to avoid Eros for the next months. He hadn‘t talked to her since then, he was to afraid that she didn‘t want to be with him anymore after all of this.

To be continued….

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Just a quick oneshot I wrote for yall :)

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Category/Trope: Highschool AU

Majour Character(s): Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo

Warnings: None

Content: Tommy's friends take him to go Trick-Or-Treating

Requested By: None

Additional Notes: Technically, it's still Halloween at 21:27.

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Halloween: A celebration observed on 31 October where people dress up and do fun activities including trick-or-treating, attending costume parties, carving pumpkins into jack-o'-lanterns, playing games & pranks, visiting haunted attractions, and more. Halloween is best spent with people close to you.

Tommy sat at his desk with a textbook laid out in front of him. He sighed wearily, rubbing his already ruffled hair. A nearly empty cup of coffee sat by his hand, sitting atop a seemingly endless pile of homework. He groaned in frustration, cursing the Prime gods.

From above him, he heard footsteps pounding, followed by a shriek. His roommates Tubbo and Ranboo were getting ready to go out. It was his favourite holiday, Halloween, and here he was, doing homework and studying.

Ranboo's lanky 6'6" of unholiness was tripping down the stairs. Their whole body was covered with a white sheet that tangled around their feet as they stumbled down the stairs, struggling to see through the eye holes cut into the fabric. A much shorter boy with overgrown fluffy brown hair chased them down, somewhat waddling from the giant orange pumpkin suit he wore.

Profane, high-pitched screaming was heard as the unnaturally tall ghost tripped off the last few steps, as well as demonic laughter.

Tommy sighed, turning back to the text at hand. He absolutely did not want to be studying the founding of Snowchester when he could be toilet-papering houses and getting free candy with his best friends, but school was too important; he was in his last year, and he was trying very hard to do well. Plus, if he went out with his buddies he would be too tired the next morning to work his shift at Kinoko Coffee.

Tommy hated how responsible and mature he sounded.

He started to nod off, the boring words on the page blending. Maybe if he just closed his eyes for a few minutes, his roommates would be gone and so would the temptation of grabbing toilet paper and raw eggs. He would be able to study and do homework in peace. Suddenly, he felt two cold hands on his neck and he jumped, startling awake.

“Big T! Why aren’t you ready yet?” cried Tubbo. The smaller brunet was in his pumpkin costume, a pillowcase tucked under his arm.

“Wh— What do you mean I’m not ready?” Tommy’s brows furrowed. “I’m not going out tonight. Thought I’d told you that already.” His feelings dimmed a little. He would love to have a fun night out with his roommates, but there will only be one senior year and always more Halloweens.

“You’re not? What do you mean you’re not?!” Tubbo exclaimed. “Yes, you are, Big Man! Ranboo made you a costume. A demon and everything, like you wanted. Ain’t that right, Boo?”

“Um, well… I was bored.” Ranboo glanced apologetically at Tommy. “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, and you don’t have to get candy with us, but honestly, you look like you need it.”

“Halloween is for babies,” Tommy sniffed.

“...I thought it was your favorite holiday?” Ranboo questioned.

Tommy scowled. “Why can’t you just forget everything, for once?”

“The point is,” Tubbo interjected with a sigh, “you need a break, Toms. Like, really badly. You’re half asleep on your homework. Maybe some sugar will do you good. And we already have a costume for you, and it’ll hurt Ranboo’s feelings if you don’t wear it. And we’re gonna toilet-paper Sapnap’s house later tonight. And we might be able to get those fluffy keychains from Mr. Sam. And Halloween just… wouldn’t really be the same without you.” Tubbo finished his statement a little sheepishly, as if embarrassed, but he didn’t take it back.

Tommy stared at his papers. There was still so much to do, and there would only be one senior year. But there would also only be one Halloween every year. Who knows where he’ll be next year? They might all be dead. Pretty dark, but it’s true. He had to take the chance to have fun with his best friends. And the idea of candy was pretty tempting…

Tommy took another gulp of coffee and pushed his chair back. “What colour is the costume?”

His heart swelled when he saw the bright grin taking over Tubbo’s features.

“Red, of course,” the shorter boy replied happily.

“Bright red?”

“The colour of the blood of your enemies,” Ranboo piped in hopefully, mimicking a British accent.

“I want to wear it.” Tommy stood up from his desk and ruffled Tubbo’s hair, much to the displeasure of the older brunet.

Ranboo rolled back and forth on the balls (haha, balls) of their feet, excited. The mist-grey sheet draped over their body swished as they turned, grabbing Tommy by the hand. “Come on, I’ll show you!”

Tommy followed them, trying to hide his smile. His best friends were such idiots.

Ranboo led him to their bedroom, where a bundle of red clothing lay. Bright red, the colour of the blood of Tommy’s enemies. His eyes widened when he saw the costume. It had a red tux vest glittering with sequins in pink and red, a matching sparkly bandit mask, a white dress shirt, and a red bow tie. It even came with a demon horn headband and a long, thin, spaded tail. “I couldn’t find a good pair of pants,” Ranboo said apologetically.

“It’s okay, I have khakis on,” Tommy replied, still in awe of the sheer epicness of the costume and Ranboo’s delicate needlework. “I wanna put it on. Get out.”

“Um?” Ranboo stuttered, “T-This is my room…?”

“I don’t care,” Tommy snapped, lightly pushing Ranboo’s arm. Glee was bubbling up inside of him like a can of cherry coke, and he struggled to contain it. He felt like a child again. “I want to put it on. Wait outside with Tubbo for me, yeah?”

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Tommy’s face broke into a grin as he came out of the house to Tubbo’s squeal of delight and his roommates practically vibrating with excitement. “Toms! You look so dope! Gods, I’m jealous.”

“I’m glad it fits you, you look awesome,” Ranboo complimented shyly.

Tommy laughed. “I am such a Big Man. I’m so fucking hot.” He bumped Ranboo’s arm and stepped on Tubbo’s toe. “We have to bless the boomers with the presence of Thomas Simons Craft, the Poggest of Men.”

He doesn’t wait for his friends before starting down the street. He knew they’d follow. Sure enough, in a matter of seconds, Ranboo’s hand was in his and Tubbo was at his side like always.

As Tubbo handed him a pillowcase and a few rolls of toilet paper, Tommy pushed the worries of academics out of his head, instead focusing on Ranboo’s gentle nudges and Tubbo’s loud laugh.

“Oh, oh, oh!” Tubbo suddenly started. “Have you guys heard the latest song from Lovejoy?”

“Tommy, isn’t your brother in Lovejoy?” Ranboo asked, admiration in their voice.

Tommy nodded. “Yeah. They suck, not gonna lie. Not Ash, Joe, or Mark. I meant the other guy.”

The sun was retiring as they headed down the street, washing Tommy’s mask and vest with pink sparkles. The air was cool and dry, blowing crimson and gold leaves from reaching arms of bark. It was a peaceful afternoon, pretty chill for Halloween night. Tommy was a little glad his friends dragged him outside; he would’ve been pretty disappointed if he had missed the evening. But of course, he’d never admit that out loud. Thomas Simons Craft was the Biggest Man. He had no weaknesses.

(Except for Ranboo and Tubbo, but only because they were the deuteragonists of his life. Definitely not because he loved them.)

Hmm. It felt like something was missing.

“Where should we go first?” Tubbo asked.

Ah, of course. They needed drugs (candy).

“Let’s visit Awesamdude first,” Ranboo suggested.

Sam was a nice guy who lived a few houses down. He had been friends with the trio for over ten years, ever since Tommy and Tubbo arrived at his doorstep as orphans. They had called him “Awesamdude” because he was, well, an awesome dude, and the nickname had stuck.

“I wonder what he has this year,” Tubbo agreed. “Last year, it was soda. Before that, potato salad in a bag. Before that, he gave out spiders.” He shuddered at the memory.

“Don’t be mean to Shroud!” Tommy pouted.

The boys laughed and giggled, chatted and shouted their way down the street toward Mr. Sam’s house to collect their yearly tax. Awesamdude was a Creeper from Minecraft, and he gave them rubber ducks.

“I’m calling mine Benson,” Ranboo declared, their body practically vibrating with joy as they held the duck in front of their eyes, six feet in the air.

Tommy smiled, and he felt the lightest he had been in days.

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Yells filled the night, along with shrieks and wild laughter. Ranboo was tripping on their costume as they and Tommy ran from Tubbo. The brunet chasing the duo was pretty high on sugar, cackling maniacally. In his hands was a pillowcase nearly filled with candy, similar to his friends’.

“Oh, gods,” Ranboo cried, terrified.

Tommy coughed out a laugh, choking on his giggles. His feet pounded against the pavement leading up to a big white house.

A black-haired man in a white shirt opened the door a little groggily. He rubbed at his amber eyes, stifling a yawn. “What the hell…?”

“Trick-or-treat, bitch!” Tommy cried, shoving the pillowcase in Sapnap’s face.

The older man recoiled, surprised. “What the hell? Aren’t you guys a little too old to be trick-or-treating?”

Tubbo crossed his arms and scowled, the pumpkin hat slipping halfway over his face. Ranboo looked a little worried. Tommy smirked, trying to look as intimidating as possible. “We’re just really tall kids, like how you’re just a really short old man.”

Sapnap stared at them, flabbergasted. He jerked his chin towards the lanky, awkward ghost in the back. “What’s their excuse, then?”

“They’re a really tall kid.”

“Shouldn’t you be doing homework, or studying, or something?” Sapnap asked, sounding a bit more impatient.

The question made Tommy pause. Then, his face broke into a sassy grin. “Well, yes, but I’m a bad bitch.”

Sapnap groaned, looking constipated. He pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. “Look, man, I don’t have any more candy. I’m also watching a movie with Punz and Dream, and I would like to get back to it. Right, see ya.”

Tommy stuck his tongue out at the door that shut in his face, then flipped it off. He turned back to his buddies, disgruntled. “This is shit,” he complained. “Karl gives good schwag every year. Why did it have to be Sapnap?”

“I don’t think Karl’s available,” Ranboo said uncertainly. “It’s okay, Tommy. We can try some more houses. It’s barely past midnight.”

A sly smile spread across Tubbo’s face. “Or…”

Tommy started to grin as well. “Or…?”

Tubbo held up a roll of toilet paper, the firelight of TNT glowing in his eyes. A chill ran down Tommy’s spine. Pumpkins have never been more terrifying.

“Oh, yes. I like that idea.”

With that, Tommy tossed a toilet paper roll to Ranboo, and the trio got to work. As silently as possible, they snuck around the perimeter of the old guys’ yard, slinging toiletries over fences, trees, the roof, and even the statue of Dream Exdi.

Tommy struggled to contain his laughter as Ranboo tripped over a stray length of toilet paper, flailing awkwardly to try and get back on their feet. The tall kid managed to get free of the toilet paper, but they stumbled and toppled over into a pile of leaves with an oof.

That was the breaking point. Tubbo burst into guffaws as Ranboo stood back up, picking leaves out of their sheet. The white fabric was stained with mud, and a horrified look was on Ranboo’s face. “I hand-sewed this!” they cried, devastated.

Tommy started to laugh as well. He found he couldn’t stop. The situation wasn’t funny at all, but it just… was. He felt strangely giddy like the cherry pop inside of him was bubbling out. The stress of school fizzed away, and he stood in a boomer’s yard vandalised by toiletries, in a red demon costume, laughing with his friends.

Damn, I need to touch more grass.

“What the—”

The laughter grew louder at the surprised voice of Sapnap. The ravenette stood in the doorway, gaping at the sight of his property mummified in Charmin Ultra-Softs. “What the fuck?!” he cried, horrified. “My man, you guys realize how long that’ll take to clean up?!”

Tubbo blinked. “Um, that wasn’t us. That was… Dream… Yeah, Dream did it.”

“Dream was in the house! WITH ME!”

Tubbo raised his eyebrows. “Or was he?”

“Wh— Huh?!”

“Guys, run,” Tommy giggled, taking off at full speed down the street, his sneakers swishing through fallen leaves. Soon, two pairs of footsteps followed, and Tommy’s grin widened. He could still hear Sapnap’s shouts.

At around two in the morning, the trio returned to their little house. Tommy’s homework and textbooks still lay strewn across his desk, but he didn’t care much. With a sigh, he dropped his pillowcase to the floor and flopped onto the couch.

Ranboo sank into the cushions as well, pressing into Tommy’s side. They ran a hand through their fluffy brown hair, discarding the dirty ghost costume on the floor. “That was… interesting,” they commented.

“It was,” Tubbo agreed brightly, slumping onto the couch on Tommy’s other side. “We got a lot more drugs than usual.”

“Candy, Tubbo, not drugs,” Ranboo groaned.

“Guys. He called us men,” Tommy said suddenly.

“What?”

“Who?”

“Sapnap.” Tommy’s eyes were wide. “He called us men after he caught us TP-ing his house.”

“Fuck yeah,” Tubbo pumped a fist. “We’re men now.”

“Big Men,” Ranboo agreed, smoothing Tommy’s hair affectionately.

Tommy smiled. They were Big Men, and they had a fucking awesome night.

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~End~

I'm writing chapters nineteen & twenty of The Icarus Theory, involving a lot of the Syndicate. This post is for the people with Syndicate OCs:

@Avalon2009 (Avalon)

@NoodleNotFound (Erika)

@AVAfan12 (Alyna & Charles)

@YourFriendlyNoob3712 (Sandra)

Do you you want your characters to DIE?!

YES or NO

If YES, pick two options:

1. Murdered by Ranboo(?)

2. Killed by Sapnap (friendship with Technoblade)

3. Death by Sam

4. Unalived by Skeppy

5. Blown up by Wilbur (my L'Manberg)

6. Sacrificing themselves

If NO, say no ig

(the characters ofc hcing real people is weird!)

glatt is only friends with ghostbur because of ghostbur liking sheep (goats are technically sheep right)

hannah has the power to summon and manipulate flowers

sapnap pees lava (/j)

tubbo is a lemon demon fan

skeppy has autism

!!THIS IS NOT A SHIP!!

NIKI AND SAPNAP :3333

explanation:

IGNORE HOW BASIC THIS IS;; I’M SAVING ENERGY FOR TOMORROW’S ART

PING LIST: @Gacha xx Tuber @Dreamon393 @RexTheDino Aelius @Avalon2009 @CantThinkOfUserRN @NotReallyHailey @YourFriendlyNoob3712 @Shark From The Depths @NoodleNotFound @Drowned Ultima @Sage butBetter

Too cute the feral boys

Hi, DTeam Wiki! It's me, Milk/CantThink/Alister and I have an announcement.

I'm leaving later today on a vacation with @YourFriendlyNoob3712. We'll be returning in about a month, and until then, The Icarus Theory will be postponed. I'm not quitting it, though, and if you've lost interest during the month, you can ask to be unpinged :)

If I'm pinged in any other posts, (fanfiction, fanart, etc...) keep pinging me, I'll do some catching up when I get back.

I'll miss you guys :D

Sincerely, Milk

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Long chapter

The public parts are now PUBLISHED on Wattpad! Read it here:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/338220134-the-icarus-theory

TWs for the chapter: brief mentions of death

Chapter Eight: Fire Beneath My Feet (is Burnin' Bright)

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"Hello!"

A surprisingly young man greeted them at the entrance to Kinoko Kingdom. Tommy had to admit, the powerful nation was actually very cute. Set in grassy plains, with stone paths, charming mushroom cottages organised cosily, and a large mushroom mansion in the centre, bordered by all sorts of strangely-designed buildings, Kinoko Kingdom looked like something out of a fairytale.

Karl Jacobs himself was the one to greet the foursome. He was rather pretty, having soft brown eyes, light freckles, and a warm smile, cinnamon brown curls framing his pale face.

Karl's attire, however, was... fascinating, to say the least. He wore a neat sweatshirt with bold colours; the sleeves clashed orange and cyan against a happy purple torso. An unfamiliar lime green spiral stood loudly on the front, sparking an interest in Tommy. Coloured goggles perched on Karl's head; it made him look like a science geek.

"Welcome to Kinoko Kingdom! We've been expecting you."

"We?" Tommy echoed.

Karl laughed awkwardly. "We're still waiting for Sapnap."

As he finished explaining, another person ran up to them. "Sorry I'm late." Sapnap grinned sheepishly, messing with his fluffy black hair. A white scarf served as a headband and kept his hair out of his eyes.

Tommy scanned him up and down. Piercings and finger rings gave Sapnap an edgy look. Black long-sleeve underneath a white tee that had a small flame symbol in the centre. Black pants and chequered shoes for running. A mid-length white cape had flame–patterned edges, and it barely covered the sword and knives strapped to his waist.

This was not a man to be messed with.

Sapnap slid his fiery-red eyes to Tommy. For a moment, the blues of Eden met the embers of Hell.

Embers of Hell...

Tommy snapped his gaze away and smiled warily. Sapnap offered an open, honest grin in return. Tommy knew better than to trust it.

"You must be Iris."

Karl's warm, welcoming voice brought Tommy back to the situation; He watched Purpled tense and nod crisply.

"And you three must be Theseus, Proteus, and—" Karl paused before Ranboo: "Lethe."

Tommy found it very suspicious that Karl knew what they were referred to as. Only a few hours ago, Purpled had told them to assume false identities for the sake of "their mission." How could Karl have known about them?

"Sapnap will show you around," Karl instructed them. "I'll be at a meeting with Iris. See you guys later!"

Purpled's eyes betrayed nothing as Tommy waved goodbye. He watched as Purpled and Karl left, talking in hushed tones. Then he turned to catch up with "Proteus," "Lethe" and Sapnap.

He had to be careful.

"Welcome, guys, to Kinoko, I guess. 'Kinoko' means mushroom, and we kinda have that little theme going on."

"Are they real mushrooms?" Slimecicle asked, eyeing the giant red and white toadstools.

"Yes, they are all real, courtesy of a friend of ours."

"Hey, Sapnap!"

A brunette girl waved at them from a few metres away. As she got closer, Tommy assumed she was a cat-hybrid from the small white cat-ear shapes on top of her head and the thin white tail behind her. "Hi, Tina," Sapnap greeted.

"Who are your little friends?" Tina was very cute and had a fittingly sweet voice. Wide brown eyes peered curiously at the trio.

"Hi, I'm Proteus, these are my friends Lethe and Theseus," Slimecicle piped up.

Tina smiled kindly at them. "Nice to meet you guys! I'm Tina Kitin. Are you travelers?"

"Are we travellers?" Tommy whispered to Ranboo.

"Yeah, we are," Ranboo replied for Tina. "We're just stopping by for our friend Iris to visit Mr. Jacobs."

Tina giggled. "Please call him Karl. He's only twenty-three, and 'mister' makes him sound old. We're not ones for formalities here."

Tommy decided Tina was nice. Still, there was something slightly off about Kinoko Kingdom. He pretended nothing was wrong as Sapnap's eyes bore into the back of Tommy's skull and continued chatting with Tina.

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Tommy learned many things today, thanks to Ranboo's calm, persuasive manners, although it worried Tommy how easily Ranboo could lie.

Tina wasn't a Gifted; she was a normal being. She wasn't a cat hybrid either: Tina's "cat ears" were actually white demon horns covered with cotton to prevent them from hurting people by mistake. Her tail was a demon tail, and the features were white because she was an Edenvian, not a Voidling, explaining her sweet personality and angelic looks. She was one of the first citizens of Kinoko.

Kinoko Kingdom was a refuge for people during the chaos. Karl was the founder and started the nation as a tiny community centred around a library. It grew quickly during a "situation" in the Badlands. After the issue was resolved, many Badlands citizens chose to remain in Kinoko. Many travellers and tourists often stop by as well; Kinoko was known for its hospitality and intricate structures.

The whole while, Tommy was lost in his train of thought. This whole place seemed very suspicious, and so did Ranboo.

His suspicions were soon proven correct.

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Purpled and Karl walked in silence through the grass, until the latter pulled them to a stop underneath an old, argent willow. "Thank you for coming," Karl murmured gravely. "There's a lot we have to go over."

"Have any other Dream Team members been involved?"

"No, only Dream, as far as I know. Did anyone else besides Ember and Daemon show up unannounced at the Syndicate?"

"At around seven p.m., Zephyrus brought in his son Wilbur, referred to as Orpheus, to wait for the youngest sibling. I took in Tommy a little later. At around eleven p.m., Slimecicle and Ranboo arrived. Then Ember and Daemon came at around midnight."

"All four of you were at the Syndicate?"

"For half an hour. Tommy ran off and the Dream Team got inside a few seconds later. They've definitely come for us specifically."

A dark look was on Karl's face. "Do you believe what Callahan said? About Tommy and the others?"

"I have never doubted his judgment. But if it were to be true, we can't stop the inevitable, can we?" Purpled grimaced. "The Dream Team will catch up eventually. What I don't understand is what Tommy has that they want so badly."

"The Book of Revival."

Purpled's breathing stopped. "What? I didn't know it was real! And why would Tommy have it?"

The Book of Revival was the most powerful object in the universe. It's said the book connected mortals to gods and could grant the simplest non-Gifteds the divinity of Dream Exdi. The Book of Revival, true to its name, allowed one to bring others back from the dead. If it falls into the wrong hands, it could destroy the world.

"Tommy doesn't have it, his father does."

"Zephyrus has the Book of Revival? Why don't Dream take the book from him instead?"

Karl smiled sadly. "Zephyrus is the Angel of Death. He's much too powerful for Dream, or even for the entire Dream Team."

"But what about Ranboo and Slimecicle? What do they have to do with this?"

"Their job is to bring you two to the end. Your job is to keep Tommy safe. Remember what Callahan told you?"

Yes, I remember. And he hated it, but it was his job. "Thanks, Karl."

Purpled knew what he had to do, and like always, he hated it, but he lived by Quackity's rules. Rule number three was to create no emotional attachments, because of rule four.

Everything gets destroyed.

But as he and Karl returned to the trio, he couldn't help but wonder if it was really that bad to break a few rules now and then.

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"Hello? Sapnap? Tina?"

A young man in his twenties approached them with curiosity. He had a small frame, wrapped in a red cloak that clashed vibrantly with his pale blue shirt. A mushroom beret capped short brown hair. Clout glasses fashionably dangled from his belt. One of his eyes was blue, the other one brown. He didn't look pleased to see them.

"Hey, George!" Tina squealed. "Theseus, Lethe, Proteus, meet GeorgeNotFound! He was the first citizen of Kinoko Kingdom."

"Hi, George," Ranboo greeted shyly.

George scowled. "What are they doing here?" he asked accusingly, narrowing his eyes at Slimecicle and Ranboo.

"We, uh—"

"We're visitors," Tommy butted in quickly.

"Tommy, hi!" George's dark look melted away when he saw Tommy. "How've you been?"

"Hey George," Tommy replied happily. "I've been great, how about you?"

"I'd be better if I knew where the Book of Revival was," George shrugged casually. Tommy's subconsciousness screamed at him for help. A pale blue mist was settling around him, making it hard to breathe.

"The Book of Revival? I don't know where it is," Tommy answered honestly. "Might've seen it around before, though... Is it about to rain?"

"Maybe, the air's kind of heavy today," George agreed.

"Theseus!" Karl called, a few paces behind Purpled's brisk pace as the duo returned from their meeting.

Tommy snapped out of his stupor, confused. "Karl? Iris? What're you doing? Hey, this is my friend George! We were just chatting. He's cool!"

The expressionless calmness on Purpled's face gave way to anger when he saw George. "Karl! Why is he...?!" His eyes flicked between Tommy, Tina, Sapnap, and George. He marched up to Tommy and grabbed him by the wrist. "Let's go. We're leaving."

"You're hurting me," Tommy whimpered. Purpled said nothing as he led Tommy toward the exit.

"Purpled, wait," Sapnap started after them.

"I never told you my name!" Purpled snapped harshly.

"Purpled, let me go!" Tommy yelled, trying to yank his arm away. Purpled held on firmly, furious. Ranboo and Slime trailed behind helplessly. "Let go of me!" Tommy kept trying to break free, but Purpled didn't release until they were nearly half a kilometre away from Kinoko.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Tommy shouted when Purpled let go. Purpled glared at him without saying a word. Tommy grabbed him by the sleeve. "Talk to me!"

"Tommy, do you have any idea who that was?"

Tommy hesitated. "Yes, they're George, Sapnap, and Tina, obviously!"

"You said you were chatting with George, What were you talking about?" Purpled challenged.

"That's none of your business!" Tommy retorted hotly.

"Answer me."

"We were talking about—" Tommy started. Then he paused. What were they talking about? Something about a book? "We were talking about..."

"What?"

Tommy's eyes widened. "Shit, I don't remember!"

"GeorgeNotFound is also known as Glitched. He can warp your mind! You could've been killed, or worse!"

"Why?! I didn't do anything wrong!"

Purpled exhaled, frustrated He took off his mask and locked eyes with Tommy, dead serious. "They want the Book of Revival. And you can help them get it. Without you, they'll never get the book."

"What? But, how..."

Purpled stared at him, anger melting into... sympathy? "This mission isn't actually my mission, nor is it Ranboo's, or Slime's. It's yours."

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So, here's a peek into my trashcan, as I promised yesterday. An hour early 'cuz I said so. Be warned, you're going to need some bleach.

First, we have a doodle of Tommy. This took an embarrassingly long two hours. Not the best I've done, but his hair was alright :)

Sideways Tallulah (as a teenager), I'm too lazy to change it lol so that's what you get

Some cute blobs I made in ibisPaint X. There are like 20 more that I have no motivation to do, but I might post them someday lol

Ignore the message from "Ashlyn" and the concerning gc picture lol

I found this template somewhere and I use it when I have art block. Who should I do next (e.x. BBH b1, Ranboo a4, Schlatt b3...)?

FiLzAaAa miNeKwAaAfTtTtT

I was practicing wings lol so it looks a bit weird

I was reading TommyInnit's Clinic for Supervillains lol... and I had art block... and Jester was so frickin hot... HAHA it looks horrible XD

Anyways I have some Gen Loss fanart but it's not done yet

Lol anyways time to take out the trash—

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The parts are going to be longer now :0

Syndicate OCs Mentioned: Artemis (Avalon) & Daphne (Sandra)

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TWs for the chapter: abandonment, weapons, violence, gore

TWs for this part: gore, weapons, fantasy fighting

Sorry for such a long chapter lol, I wanted to get part one over with ASAP because I'll be busy during the summer

Chapter Six: Vibrant Colors (From the Lights Fade Away)

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Purpled slipped into the dim Syndicate Meeting Room. A small round table stood in the center of the room, six chairs sitting around it. Purpled narrowed his eyes, mouth set in a grim line. A corner of the room was much darker than the rest.

"Daemon. Face me."

Daemon turned around from his corner. Centerless milky-white voids peered intelligently at Purpled. The superhuman creature had black skin and was dressed in the dark color as well, red outlines on his shoulders. The hood of his cloak was drawn up, covering black hair. Small horns protruded from his forehead, and a thin tail swished tauntingly.

He smiled pleasantly. "Please, call me BadBoyHalo. Hi, Iris. How are you?"

"I'm fine, but I'd be better off when you and Ember are gone."

Bad narrowed his eyes. "What did Ember ever do to you?"

Purpled decided to play it safe. "Not much, he just burned down a few countries and traumatized a few kids. Nothin' too personal." His cheeky response earned a friendly grin from Bad.

Daemon/Bad was an Intriguer and a Shadower, a Slashskill. He was able to Manipulate, an ability that allows Intriguers to have access to their victims' thoughts; pretty much mind control and mind reading in a package deal. However, his skills are not as powerful as the Puppetmaster's. While the Puppetmaster could Manipulate anyone he wished to and as many as ten people at once, Bad could only do so for one person at a time, and for a short period.

Bad also has the abilities of a Shadower. Although unable to appear and disappear entirely, he is able to control darkness, and could conceal himself by cloaking himself in shadows. Basically, he could create anything using pure darkness, including living beings. His skills also go into a metaphorical sense. Bad is able to overwhelm victims with paralyzing feelings of fear, sadness or anger.

But fortunately, BadBoyHalo is known as the Dream Team Saint for his personality. Still, it'd be better to avoid provoking the good-natured Voidling...

Too late though, haha. Guess I'll have to fight.

"Feisty, are you not?" Daemon scowls, eyes slitted, and unsheathes his sword.

Purpled cocked his head, giving a coy smile. The netherite rapier in his grip hummed with energy, begging to taste blood. "I guess you could call me that."

"I really don't want to hurt you, but the captain's orders." A soft puff was audible, and suddenly Daemon disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke. The room's electricity flickered, then went pitch-black.

Purpled squeezed his eyes shut and sighed.

Both Gifteds heard a crackle. A small violet light appeared in the center of the room; Purpled's fist was glowing with electricity, and soon, his sword lit up as well. The young man grinned from beneath his mask. Moments later, a pop was heard as a lightbulb exploded from energy, and the room lit up with an eerie majestic purple glow.

His antennae twitched, Swiftly, he whirled around and a crash of netherite on obsidian could be heard as Purpled deflected Daemon's blow. "The lighting is much better, huh? More dramatic."

"I prefer the dark." Daemon whirled around and disappeared in another puff of smoke. A dark cloud began to rise, and uneasiness prickled the hairs on Purpled's arm. A few seconds later, the temporarily-electric lights dimmed greatly.

"That's not fair," Purpled commented, until he saw a darker mass in the silhouette of a humanoid. He swung his sword at it, only to realize with a sinking feeling when it cut clean through, shadow dissipating.

Alarms flashed in his mind as he suddenly danced to the side, yelping when a sharp blade carved down his arm. His head spun, warm liquid spilling down his arm. That would've cut me in half.

Another attack smashed down against Purpled's sword. He gritted his teeth as intense shockwaves slammed through his body. The grinding of metal blended with the alarm sirens in the distance. His thoughts clouded as blood continued to drain from his arm, and his grip faltered just enough for Daemon to shove him to the ground.

No electricity skills, it drains his energy too quickly. No fighting techniques were useful since he was on the ground. Purpled couldn't think clearly and could only raise his sword as Daemon's came down. As the metal crashed, Daemon's eyes widened.

"Whoa. Fudge, you're—you're a kid!" Daemon exclaimed. He dropped his weapon. "I can't kill a kid!"

"Took you long enough," Purpled panted. The room was spinning, and the edge of his vision was fading. With a pained grunt, he pulled himself up, leaning heavily against the wall. "So you're not gonna kill me?"

"No."

"Can you tell me where the Puppetmaster is?" Purpled asked as he tore off a strip of his jacket and tied it around his arm the best he could.

"Dream? No, I can't tell you. Sorry. But Callahan could help, maybe. Gotta go now, my partner's waiting." With a puff of smoke, Daemon disappeared, without giving Purpled a chance to speak and probably leaving Ember behind as well. Bewildered, Purpled started walking back, still dazed. He hoped the others were safe.

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After checking up on the three boys he'd left behind, Purpled visited the medic, Daphne. He was not surprised to see Artemis there. She grinned at him and waved, her hand and wrist bandaged. Purpled smiled back and pushed aside the curtain to Daphne's room.

"Not another one." Daphne grimaced at the blood-soaked cloth. "What happened to you?"

"Daemon happened. It's not that bad," Purpled assured her, even as he winced. "I just thought I should stop by so you wouldn't kill me."

"You thought right," Daphne smiled affectionately and started changing his bandages.

"What happened to Artemis?"

"Same as you. She and Wilbur had a run-in with Ember." Daphne shook her head. "You know, her being her, she fought him off. She's quite a good fighter, you know. She'll recover, like she always does."

"Oh, okay. Good. Is Wilbur alright?"

"Yeah, he is. Ember poofed off too." The news reassured Purpled enough to drop by and have a talk with Callahan.

Harpocrates looked up when Purpled approached him in the Syndicate lobby. The satyr smiled easily.

Hello, Iris, he signed.

Purpled gave one of his rare friendly smiles to Callahan, also known as Harpocrates. "Purpled for now is fine," he assured.

How can I help you today?

"I had a run-in with Daemon earlier." At Callahan's concerned look, he added, "don't worry, I'm fine. He told me to ask you about the Puppetmaster's whereabouts?"

Ah, of course. You'll have to find him along with the other three.

"As in, the three?"

Yes. It's written in fate.

Callahan had special abilities, but wasn't necessarily a Gifted. No one actually knew exactly what Callahan was. Rumors say Harpocrates was a deity, god of the timestream. Others say that he is an oracle, or a psychic capable of predicting the future. In any way, he was all-knowing. Purpled knew better than to ignore Callahan's judgement.

"All right then, I'll go find them."

As Purpled turned to leave, Callahan signed one last message to him. Purpled paused, processing the message. He then accepted Callahan's gift, tucking it into his jacket pocket and zipping it up for extra security. "Alright, I understand. Thank you."

Good luck, Purpled.

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"Iris! You're back! Are you okay?" Ranboo asked the moment Purpled returned to the bunker. Purpled gave a short nod to him, before tossing Tommy his confiscated backpack.

"Here, take that." Purpled proceeded to return Ranboo's bag as well. He then slung a black pack full of supplies onto his own back.

"You three." He gestures to Tommy, Slimecicle and Ranboo. "You three are leaving with me."

"The fuck? Who do you think you are, bitch?" Tommy gaped at him. "And what about Will? And my dad?"

"They know. You'll be back to them soon." Tommy looked like he was about to protest again, but silenced himself at Purpled's glare.

"We could come," Ranboo offered. "But where are you taking us?"

"We're going to find someone called the Puppetmaster. Ranboo, can you let us out of here? I really don't want to run into anyone unpleasant."

Ranboo froze. "I uh, sure? Right now?"

"If you're okay with it."

A swirl of purple mist began to surround the four boys. "Whoa, this is goopy," Slimecicle exclaimed, looking elated. Bluish sparks of energy crashed and collided in the smoke around them. Purpled looked down and saw his fingertips disintegrating into pale particles.

Callahan was right. Soon his senses faded until all he could see was red and green eyes, and all he could feel was a comforting warmth.

A sudden cool wind snapped him back to reality, and he opened his eyes. Moonlight dappled the pine needle carpets of the forest in front of them, pearly rays filtering through lush green leaves. Early-morning passerine melodies could be heard in the distance. He turned to Ranboo. "Thanks."

"No problem." The hybrid looked a bit shaken from something earlier. As Purpled was about to ask what was wrong, a fwoop sound could be heard. Three boys turned to Tommy.

Tommy's blond hair was a shining silver-rimmed golden halo, blue eyes sparkling and mirroring the heavens. He leaned back, pulling his arms above his head. Two giant black wings that resembled crows' unfurled and stretched, feathers glinting with the sheen of snowflake obsidian. He looked like an angel.

Tommy turned to Purpled's impressed stare. He grinned, full of energy. "It's about damn time."

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Chapter name is a line from "Jesus in LA" by Alec Benjamin

Chapter Five: Vibrant Colors (From the Lights Fade Away)

-- ｡°✩ ☾⋆｡°✩ ˚・--

Life's been pretty crazy lately. Purpled couldn't keep up. You'd think the anniversary of your brother and sole family member's disappearance would give you an excuse to take the day off, right?

Yeah, no. And frankly, Purpled was utterly exhausted. But a job's a job, and Punz trained him well.

It started with self defense. Punz had sprung up the question one day, while they sat with a galaxy puzzle splayed on Purpled's desk. Punz claimed his little brother needed to know how to protect himself in case something inevitably went wrong.

Of course, Purpled agreed. And they worked on that together. In a month, he was able to deflect nearly all of Punz's advances, and knew how to hold someone in a chokehold, how to use different self-defense devices, and how to knock the assailant off-balance.

Then they started on offense. Punz taught him everything he knew; swords, spears, knives, bows, axes, pickaxes, hand-to-hand, martial arts, explosives, even how to fight with a shovel. Purpled regretted never asking where Punz learned.

And Purpled had given his all, but it wasn't enough. Punz just decided to walk away. He left.

Only a few days after his brother departed for one of his "business trips," Purpled had discovered a small box of envelopes on Punz's desk. Although thinking Punz had probably wanted them private, twelve-year-old Purpled's curiosity got the best of him.

He sat down and read them, one afternoon.

And when he exited the room, he wasn't the same anymore.

Inside he knew, Punz only wanted the best for him. He did this for the two of them. But it was still so horrible. Punz had only been fifteen, working as a mercenary to earn money for them.

A part of Purpled was sympathetic and worried for his brother. The other half was furious that Punz had kept it from him. He wanted to be there for his sibling, and Punz had pushed him away.

Still, Punz was his brother, and his whole family. Purpled awaited his return, so that they could sit down and talk things out, and within a few days things would be completely fine again between them.

He didn't think much when Punz was a few days late. He was a bit confused when Punz hadn't returned after a week. But he kept going on the futile waiting for a loved one who's already been lost.

A month over the return date. Purpled's birthday quietly slipped by. Two months. He took up mandolin as a hobby. Three months. Christmas crept by silently, and Purpled didn't even notice. He watched New Year go by alone.

Four months.

Punz wasn't coming back.

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"Wilbur? Shit, man, I gotta go! I mean, I gotta find Wilbur!" Tommy whirled around and started to dash out the door. He stumbled straight into the other "captive," the Slime who had been taking in with Ranboo. Slimecicle had somehow escaped containment.

"Whoa, hey buddy! Be careful!" Slimecicle called cheerily. Tommy shrugged him off and made a run for it.

"Stay here," Purpled ordered Ranboo. Then he cursed softly before turning and running out, chasing after the reckless blond teen.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. He's gonna get murdered.

"Tommy!" Purpled hissed into the flashing red halls. "Toms?"

Mad footfalls echoed from a corridor to the left. Purpled groaned in annoyance, and followed. What an idiot. He's obviously never heard of neither Ember nor Daemon before! They're gonna kill him.

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Tommy skidded to a halt when he overheard his brother's voice. Resisting the urge to shout out, Tommy clenched his jaw and listened just out of sight.

"I don't know where he is," Wilbur's voice growled.

A soft-edged, unfamiliar voice laughed softly. "I'm sure you wouldn't want him to meet someone less merciful, Orpheus? If we don't get to him now, what are the chances he'd find trouble?"

"He doesn't get into trouble. It finds him first," Wilbur defended.

"What if that trouble comes in the form of something deadly? Or should I say, someone?"

"That won't happen. I've promised Lady Death I'd take care of her son."

Tommy's blood chilled. Lady Death, and Wilbur referring to her son...

They're talking about me.

"I know you'd do anything to protect Tommy," the person confirmed, "and I respect that. But what are you going to do when he runs into someone like Sapnap? Or Dream? Or Punz?"

Tommy knew who Dream was. People called him the Puppetmaster, the Spider, He who Pulls, God of the Marionettes. Dream sounded quite terrifying.

Sapnap and Punz, though, Tommy didn't like the sound of those names.

Suddenly both voices quieted. "He's coming. Ember is coming," the unknown person(?) warned. "Good luck, Orpheus." Tommy decided it was his time to step out, and waited a good ten seconds while faking footsteps growing louder. He heard Wilbur shuffling around, trying to look normal, most likely.

Tommy hated liars, and it seemed he couldn't even trust his own big brother anymore. He rounded the corner and ploughed into Wilbur.

"Tommy? What're you-" Wilbur spun around, seemingly startled. Such a good actor. "What are you doing here?"

"I could say the same for you. Why didn't you tell me you were part of this shit? Why didn't you tell me this crappy hotel was an underground base?" Tommy shot back.

"I'm not part of this, Tommy, I swear," Wilbur started.

"No time to explain, 'pheus." Tommy turned at the sound of Iris's voice. "We have to go. They know where we are." Chills were sent down Tommy's spine when he saw the look on Iris's face. Fear.

Tommy remembered that Iris was still so young, having to go through all this in a fucked-up world, alone. This place is so messed up.

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"We have to go. They know where we are," Purpled breathed, after getting lost and finally catching up to Tommy. He knew he had intruded on something important, but it probably could wait.

Tommy stared at Purpled. For a moment, the poor boy looked mortified. But before he could reply, loud, heavy footsteps rapidly started approaching them.

Purpled's eyes widened. "Quick, to the right. Run." He turned to the two boys behind him, calculating the distance between the bunker and the intruder. "Go," he ordered, giving Tommy a shove towards the bunker. When they didn't move, Purpled called for them to leave again. "Back to the bunker. Find Artemis and Aphrodite. Go! Hurry!"

Then he turned and ran with light, padded strides to the meeting room. There was a dark aura coming from that direction, and from Punz's lessons, only Daemon could make that type of energy. Not knowing what to expect, he drew his sword.

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Chapter featuring Alien, an OC by @Gacha xx Tuber

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TWs for this part: weapons, mentions of trauma

Chapter Five: You Can't Fight It (You Can't Breathe)

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Las Nevadas was quite a big nation.

Like, it was ginormous. As Ranboo looked on, he felt as if the capitol city would be half the size of the entire state of Snowchester.

Sighing, he thought about his little cabin for perhaps the thousandth time in the past two days. He missed it dearly, and longed to go back. But the whole trip, Dream had been completely silent. Maybe Ranboo was right.

He glanced at his friend next to him. "Ranboo from Snowchester, is this Las Nevadas?" Slimecicle asked excitedly. Even at night, Las Nevadas' bright lights illuminated all things around, rivaling the moon and stars.

"Yeah, it is," Ranboo replied softly, but felt giddy and more explosive than a block of TNT. He felt like the sparkling snow drink from Snowchester.

Snowchester again?

Ranboo sighed, before moving forwards again. Like always, Slime followed happily.

They had met about a day ago. Ranboo had seen a blobby green humanoid wearing a white suit, crying at the edge of a forest. He asked if Slime was alright, and the two became friends rather quickly.

Ranboo had explained he was heading towards Las Nevadas, and Slime asked to come along. Of course, Ranboo agreed, thinking he'd want the company, and that they could become friends. However, that proved to be much more difficult than originally thought.

It was hard having a friend when you've lived in solitude your entire life. Ranboo didn't really talk to anyone and kept conversations with merchants and townspeople to a minimum. Having a companion who wasn't weird and annoying (like Dream) was strange, albeit Ranboo was pleased by the easy friendship.

Ranboo teleported himself and Slime into the "town square," patiently waiting as Slime rushed around pointing out every single store, person, and plant. Lost in his thoughts, Ranboo didn't notice the new person approaching until Slime called out, "Look, Ranboo from Snowchester! A new friend!"

"Hello!" A small being cheered in a warbly, enchanting voice. Ranboo looked down. It was inconvenient, interacting with a shorter person when Ranboo was freakishly tall at over six and a half feet, and this new guy was about four feet tall.

Ranboo respectfully bent down. The good-natured fellow didn't seem to react, gushing an introduction. "Hi, I'm Alien! What's your name?" They didn't appear to be human, with pitch-black void eyes with question mark pupils set in unnaturally pale skin. A cute face was framed by neck-length black hair and bangs, half of the bangs a neon green. A bright cape was tied on their back.

"Uh, hey... I'm Ranboo."

"Where are you from, Ranboo and his friend?" Alien cocked their head at Slime, who had ran over to meet the new person.

"That's my buddy Slimecicle. I'm from Snowchester, and he's from L'Manberg."

"L'Manberg?" Alien's eyes widened. "What's it like there?"

"Very nice, I'm guessing," Slime announced proudly. Then the smile faded from his lips as he remembered an unpleasant memory.

"So uh," Ranboo broke in, shifting uncomfortably. "Do you know a place we could stay for a bit? Like, settle down, find a job?"

"Oh, I recommend the House of the Snowfall. Very good service. Oh, and, Ranboo B'Luvid? Portaler, correct?" Alien lowered their voice. It didn't occur to Ranboo until later that he had only told Alien his first name. "You might wanna watch out. People here are trying to catch you. You're kinda wanted here."

Chills ran down Ranboo's spine, "Me? What did I do?"

"Rumors say you work with Dream. He's kinda a baddie around here."

"Wait, but–"

Alien hastily backed up, a wide grin plastered on their face. "Nice meeting you, Ronnie!" they called, purposefully loud enough for others to hear. "Good luck!"

Ronnie? Dream? Wanted?

The words made Ranboo's head spin. Slimecicle didn't know what Alien was implying either. "Well," the optimistic slime announced cheerfully, "we can work on that later. For now let's try and find the House of the Snowfall!"

Ranboo peered at his map. "Okay, here it says to go west..."

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Ranboo wasn't sure what went wrong, but now he's being threatened by a netherite blade, and Slime was in a big tempered-glass box, looking very content and sitting waist-deep in water.

"Please don't hurt me," Ranboo pleaded.

"Sorry, it's my job," Iris dismissed coldly. At least, Ranboo thinks his name is Iris. That was what the tiny purple stitching on his armor read, anyway.

"Whatever you've been told, I'm not working for Dream. I hate that guy, actually. He bullies me and makes me sad."

"Do you know where he is?" Iris asked. When Ranboo shook his head, Iris tried other names. Apparently, he was also looking for Dream's companions: Ember, Daemon and Glitched. Ranboo had never heard of any of them before.

He was also searching for a mercenary named Áspro. "Wow, you're after quite a lot of people," Ranboo attempted to joke. Iris didn't find that funny, still glaring at him with that calculating look. Ranboo silently cursed himself, pondering what to do.

"Ranboo B'Luvid. Affiliated with Dream, also known as the Puppetmaster. Wanted in L'Manberg, Kinoko Kingdom, Logstedshire, and Las Nevadas for assault, thievery, arson, and murder." Iris paused, a deadly look in his vibrant purple eyes. "Sound familiar?"

Ranboo was horrified. "What? No! I am Ranboo B'Luvid, but I didn't do any of that! I haven't ever been to L'Manberg, or Kinky Kingdom, I haven't even heard of Logs-died-sure! You have the wrong guy."

"I'm going to have to take you in for questioning," Iris announced quietly. It was clear he didn't believe Ranboo, but the pressure of the blade decreased.

He grabbed Ranboo's forearms firmly, but not enough to hurt.

What did hurt was the sudden jolt of pain that flashed through his wrists. Ranboo yelped, his wrists snapping to each other. It felt like he had been mildly electrocuted. He found he couldn't pry his hands apart. "What the hell?"

"Electrical 'handcuffs'. They'll release when I allow it."

Ranboo came to the conclusion that Iris was a no-nonsense person. As he begrudgingly followed Iris, wrists cuffed together, he asked, "where are we going?"

"To the Syndicate," Iris replied curtly.

It also occurred to Ranboo that Iris didn't talk much.

"This is great, Ranboo from Snowchester! Iris from Las Nevadas is so nice!" Slime called from inside his box on wheels. A wide grin had taken over his face. Iris scoffed in acknowledgement to the comment, continuing to push the box in front of him.

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