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||Honeybee - Ranboo, Tubbo & Michael||
Song: Honeybee - Steam Powered Giraffe
Art: FuzzyCryptid - YT
Fandon: DSMP
"Oooo Ooo Oooo Ooo." The Enderman sat in a field of flowers humming to himself, tail flickering around as the wind carried some petals past.
"You didn't have to look my way." The Enderman tilts his head to the side, following the petals. Spotting the small ram and his son beginning to approach.
"Your eyes still haunt me to this day." A warm smile on the brunette's face slowly melted one on the Endermans' as well, Tubbos, mismatched eyes look down to the toddler in his arms.
"But you did. Yes, you did" The Enderman looks down to the allium he's holding and then back up to his boy.
"You didn't have to say my name" As Tubbo got closer, Ranboo reached over and placed the flower between Michael's ear.
"Ignite my circuits and start a flame. But you did." A smile formed on Michael's face as the two of them sat down to join the Enderman.
"Oh, Turpentine erase me whole." The memory of that day starts to go dark, as Ranboo's memory slips.
"Cause I don't want to live my life alone." Ranboo reaches a hand out to try and get Tubbo's attention, only for the Ram's blackout figure to move further away.
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"Well, I was waiting for you all my life." Ranboo closed his outstretched hand, tears staining his face as he sat up.
"Oh." A small bzt comes from his hand as he begins to open the tightly closed fist.
"Why" A small honeybee sits in his palm, wings a little crinkled but not damaged from the pressure.
"Set me free, my... honey-bee," The bee begins to fly away. A small smile on his face as tears formed.
"Ho-ney-Bee." The bumblebee flies around the Enderman a few times before taking off for good. A sad chuckle as the Enderman gets up for the day.
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"You didn't have to smile at me." An image of Tubbo comes into his mind when they first met, so innocent and sweet. His bee boy.
A soft smile on his face, horns barely showing past his fringe as he wore his green shirt. "Your grin's the sweetest that I've ever seen." Comparing the ram to how he looks now.
Scars trailing over his body from the firework, a detonation button for his nukes in hand. "But you did. Yes, you did." But he still had a smile on his face, he was still him, he still was his bee.
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"You didn't have to offer your hand." He remembers following Tubbo around with a grass block on him, the ram talking his ear off about his plans to build Snowchester.
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"Cause since I've kissed it I am at your command." A smile on their faces as they talk to Foolish about building them a mansion to live in together. "But you did."
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"Oh, Turpentine erase me whole," The duo explained to Tommy how they fell in love after the marriage. Tom's mouth was wide open with shock but congratulated them.
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"I don't want to live my life alone." Ranboo made it back to his house, only to find out his 'Do Not Read' book was missing, only to later find it in one of his double chests.
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"I was waiting for you all my life." Reaching Dream's cell in Pandora's Vault he shifted awkwardly as Dream began to thank the hybrid for the help, Ranboo denied any form of help as Dream revealed his chest was full of copies of his missing book.
"Oh," Opening one of the books, he's met with the realisation the front page is blank...
"Why." Only a :) on the page.
"Set me free, my... honey-Bee." Ranboo began to freak out, as blocks around him began to collapse, and the prison floor began to crumble around him, causing him to fall to his death in the pit of lava.
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"Ho-ney-Bee." He awakes in his obsidian 'panic room' rocking back and forward. The signs around the room provide no comfort. He cries as he tries to remember anything. His friends, his enemies, what side he was on - anything.
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"Hello Goodbye, Twas nice to know you." Ranboo goes to find another stronghold, deciding to make a lab for him to relearn the powers he's long forgotten.
Honeybee.
"How I find myself without you" He reaches for the potion labelled 'remember test #1'. Hands shaking as he gulped it down as he sat in his lab.
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"That I'll never know." He panics as he flips through his first memory book. Seeming frustrated with the words, he lights a fire.
Honeybee.
"I let myself go." As he slowly moves the book to the flame, the sides of the book begin to catch aflame. Only to quickly put out the flames realising to burn the book would mean to forget.
I let myself go.
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"Hello Goodbye, I'm rather crazy." The cold breeze hit his face as he realised Nikki and Technoblade saw him. After talking to him and getting his opinion on things, they began to loosen up.
"And I never thought I was crazy." The two extended an invitation to The Syndicate with open arms.
Only to have them discuss Snowchester.
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"But what do I know?" Ranboo runs into his and Tubbo's home to destroy the ladders up to Michael's room.
But what do I know?
"I let myself go." Finally exhaling as The Syndicate leaves, a chuckle of relief comes from Tubbo as he gently punches the Enderman's arm.
I let myself go.
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"Honeybee." The chilled air flows through the window in Snowchester, Ranboo takes a second to regain his composure as a tear slides down his face because of the memories.
"Honeybee." He looks down at the rose sitting on the window sill, a small bee landed comfortably on the petals. the buzzing providing comfort.
Honeybee.
"Hello Goodbye, Twas nice to know you." He hears soft giggles behind him from his son.
"How I find myself without you." "That I'll never know." He wipes the tears off his face as he turns and smiles at the toddler. The piglin gave a warm smile to the enderman as he waved to his dad.
Honeybee.
"I let myself go." Ranboo walks over and leans down to place a kiss on Michael's forehead before moving back to the stove.
"Hello goodbye, I'm rather crazy." A sigh leaves his mouth as he's glad he's back in the present. He begins to make the rest of the pancakes.
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"And I never thought I was crazy" He remembers finding Micheal in the nether.
But what do I know?" The smile on the Piglin's face when he saw the gold carrots in Ranboo's hand.
But what do I know?
I let myself go" Micheal laughed at Tubbo and Ranboo as they caught him a new chicken.
I let myself go.
Hello Goodbye, twas was nice to know you." Tuboo and Micheal sit patiently as Ranboo sets the timer of a camera before sprinting over to them. Smiles on all their faces.
That I'll never know.
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"How I find myself without you." A small thump and something grabbing his leg causes the Enderman to look down.
"Hello Goodbye, I'm rather crazy." The piglin clings to his leg smiling up as Ranboo bends down to pick him up.
I let myself go.
"And I never thought I was crazy." He boops the kid's nose as he places him on the table next to where he's cooking.
Hello Goodbye, twas was nice to know you." Michael scoffs down the pancakes before taking Ranboo's hand to play with him.
But what do I know?
How I find myself without you." Ranboo smiles as he gets onto his knees to play blocks with his son, his tail flicking around.
"Hello Goodbye, I'm rather crazy." The enderman's focus on building the perfect tower stops him from hearing the door click.
"And I never thought I was crazy." Just as he finishes placing the last block, the Piglin is up and running to the door. A small brunette walks in shrugging his jacket off with a smile on his face.
Now you have to go.
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I just think it’s be funny
He would exclusively refer to people with the title c! (+the original tweet/inspiration :] )
#dsmp fanart#art#fanart#chaos#dream fanart#michael mcchill#connoreatspants#michaelmcchillfanart#connoreatspants fanart#c!dream#c!connor#c!michael#dsmp lore#radish arts
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I Hope I Exist One Day Less
✨c!Ranboo & c!Tubbo [Beeduo]
✨3.7k W.C.
✨c!Ranboo-centric
✨Graphic Depictions Of Violence & MCD & Canon Divergence
✨A gift for graceandlight_
✨One Day Less by Anson Seabra
Ranboo realised this boy would grow up incredibly lucky then, surrounded by so many different beings giving him such a wide perspective. Tubbo spent so much time with their child, encouraging his imagination through play. Tommy indulged in whatever game the piglin made up, often taking off with him for hours to show him around the server. Niki spoiled the hell out of Micheal, making him special treats and soft blankets to protect him. Philza and Fundy had even come to see him, hesitant at first before Michael won them over with his excitement for the cake the crow brought.
Most surprisingly, Technoblade had gruffly demanded to meet Ranboo’s child soon while Phil snickered, telling the enderman afterwards he had been jealous that all others had met the one Ranboo chose to raise. Their heart was very warm hearing that, knowing just how much the piglin hybrid valued young minds. Promising soon, Ranboo told himself when he returned downstairs he would speak with Tubbo about the possibility of Techno coming to meet Michael.
#wrenrambles#mcyt fanfiction#dsmp#dsmp fanfiction#c!ranboo#c!michael#c!tubbo#beeduo#ranboo#tubbo#technoblade#wrenwriting
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Heyyyy could I get a uhhh. C!McChill or c!Eret perhaps queenen
mcchill :D
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eggs your michael, eggchael
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Rain :))
Ghostbur huddles in on himself, wrapping his blanket—a wool blanket!—tighter around his body. “Rain is cold.”
Michael makes a cheep sound, which means that he’s agreeing. Ghostbur has gotten very good at understanding Michael the past few weeks.
“Rain is also pretty,” Ghostbur adds, watching the droplets hit against the wood deck, releasing tiny sprays of mist. Hundreds and hundreds of tiny sprays of mist, all over the deck! "Rain is very, very pretty."
Michael cheeps again.
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Okayokay so I was PLANNING on making this much longer, but! I kinda feel like I wrote all that I wanted to! So! 😅
I definitely do want to return to the idea though. I mean come on—babysitter Ghostbur??? Heck yes??? Oh my gosh???
For this ask game :)
#BABYSITTER GHOSTBUR YOU WILL ALWAYS HAVE A SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART#but seriously that would be such a cute one-shot#just#all the little adventures that Ghostbur and Michael get up to :)#they would play with toys and go outside and find bugs and pick flowers and bake something and lick the spoon and Ghostbur would sing and#and Michael would dance around and draw a picture and Ghostbur would treasure it forever and if Michael tripped and skinned his knee#Ghostbur would feel AWFUL and would do everything in his power to make it better and and and ALSVSKVZOSGSISGUW#ask#my stories#ghostbur#dsmp ghostbur#dsmp michael#c!michael#DSMP fanfic#c!ghostbur#ask game answers
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God I want this to happen, even though it never will. It’s based off The Office, but I’ve never watched it so just bear with me. (Why didn’t I draw Ghost!Boo? Because I didn’t want to.)
#dream smp#dsmp#the syndicate#dsmp syndicate#dream smp syndicate#technoblade#c!technoblade#michael mcchill#c!michael#c!michael mcchill#connoreatspants#c!connor#nihachu#c!niki#niki nihachu#dreamwastaken#c!dream#punz#c!punz#ranboo#c!ranboo#philza#c!phil#captainpuffy#c!puffy#puffychu#papa puffy#drunz#c!drunz#punzwastaken
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I just found out about the Syndicate Ranboo skin and had to draw him.
I also wrote a little mini-fic for it.
(Post-finale spoilers)
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REGENESIS: A Dream SMP Epilogue
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Alive? No, he shouldn’t be. Ranboo remembered his death, the years of numbness spent in limbo. his punishment for dying with unfinished business. And yet here he was, laying on his bed back home, being watched by a small army of crows that had gathered at his bedside, Phil’s worrying eyes and ears. He was in pain, but very much alive.
In the coming days Ranboo would come to learn of what had happened. At first they thought it best to let him be at ease before letting him know the gut-wrenching news, but he could tell something was off by the bitterness in Techno’s voice, the way Phil seemed to hold back the pain in his heart during their chats.
The news that the server had been nuked was almost comically tragic. All these years of love and loss, and yet none of it mattered in the end. Nearly everyone was gone. For a moment Ranboo wondered if he’d even left Hell.
Nobody knew how he was alive in the first place, even if Dream had revived him, he should’ve been incinerated in the blast that would’ve come moments after. And yet they’d discovered him completely fine, laying unconscious at ground zero of the devastation. The same place they assume Dream died. They couldn’t imagine why he was able to return, but Techno preferred not to look a gift horse in the mouth, so they just accepted that maybe the universe was trying to repay them for all they’d lost. It was easier than trying to understand Dream’s dark magic.
Apparently he owed his life to Nikki. If she hadn’t spotted him while scouting the ruins with Techno, his body would have been eaten away by the intense radiation.
Ranboo soon recovered, They had hoped he would, but Enderman biology was a mystery to them, so they weren’t confident a diet of healing potions and golden apples was enough to combat the radiation poisoning.
Eventually Ranboo was about to suit up in protective gear and join their scouting missions. It was clear most were long gone, but they did find a few survivors. Among them were Foolish, who had taken the full force of the blast, Eret and Wilbur, who had apparently been away from the SMP in some land called “Utah”, and everyone that lived in Las Nevadas, which had been just out of range of the explosions and fallout. Surprisingly, they also found Fundy, who had been travelling through the Nether at the time of the explosion and camped out there until he stumbled out of their portal a few nights ago.
And the last, but most important, survivor they found while exploring the remains of Snowchester. Ranboo was devastated that he had nothing to remember Michael by, as everything he owned was nothing but ash now. Then they went to explore the bunker where the nuke had been launched, the only untouched part of Snowchester, where they all heard a familiar oinking in a nearby closet.
Whether Tubbo had the foresight to hide him or he’d wandered in there himself, Michael was alive and well, locked inside a closet with years of rations he’d been gobbling away at for the last two weeks.
The next decade had been an era of bittersweet peace and reconstruction for everyone. Whether they wanted to admit it or not, the devastation had shaken Techno and Quackity’s boldness. Maybe they had finally realized just how mortal they were, or maybe they just saw what endless war would do to the world. Either way, the Syndicate and Las Nevadas joined forces to repair their broken world, the original members of both factions being gifted special clothing.
It would take a long time for the people of this new land to get past their trauma. Almost everyone still clutched tightly to their Life Totems. Even after al this time, it was still surreal seeing Phil, Wilbur, and Fundy acting like a family again. Michael had grown a lot in these last ten years, and Ranboo was quick to ask Techno to tutor him in the art of self defense.
As he watched his son skillfully parry Techno’s blows and counterattack, he knew he was no longer scared of the void, of what came after death. He’d gotten his happy ending, and maybe in the next life he’d be able to reunite with Tubbo.
#ranboo fanart#dream smp fanfiction#dsmp syndicate#c!ranboo#ranboo#dream smp#Fanart#ranboo fanfic#c!techno#c!philza#c!quackity#mcyt#c!michael#epilogue
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shh, the baby's sleeping
#tubbo#tubbo fanart#c!tubbo#c!tubbo fanart#michael#c!michael#michael fanart#c!michael fanart#dsmp#dsmp fanart#dream smp fanart#dream smp#mcyt#mcyt fanart
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Underrated DSMP groups that should have names:
American Taxation: Nihachu and Schlatt.
Lemon Seltzer: Ponk and Schlatt.
Smokey Eyes: Wilbur, Quackity, and Schlatt.
End Times: Ranboo and Dream XD.
Mirroring: Dream and DreamXD.
Hex Maniacs: Philza and Schlatt.
HeyDay: Schlatt and Technoblade.
Thrembo: Karl, Dream, and Schlatt.
Bee Worse: Schlatt, Jack, and Tubbo.
Spirited Away: Michaelmcchill and Dream.
Autumnal Peaty: Quackity, Dream, and Wilbur.
Reminyl Reapers: Dream, Quackity, and Schlatt.
#dream smp#dsmp#c!quackity#c!ranboo#c!dream#c!tubbo#c!schlatt#c!ph1lza#c!karl#c!jack manifold#c!michael#dreamxd#c!ponk
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I hope Michael the baby zombie piglin is having a good divorced Christmas
#dream smp#c!beeduo#c!tubbo#c!ranboo#dsmp#dsmp tubbo#dsmp ranboo#c!michael#michael the piglin#bee duo#bee and boo
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i had this sad realization so you must to
since the server reset after the nuke, that probably includes the nether and that means michael is all alone in the nether again, sure he cant remember boo and bee, but they don't remember him either
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||Under the Surface - c!Tubbo||
Song: Surface Pressure - Encanto
Fandom: DSMP
(Fanart by smackbear)
*Bang! Bang!* echoed through the heated room as the forge burned through its fuel. In the middle was the sturdy figure, covered in heat protection gear as he handled the hot iron swords.
A sigh left his body as he finally gives into his emotions, remembering everything.
"I'm the strong one, I'm not nervous." Grinding out the sides of the sword to reduce the chips and make the sharp edge, now only in a sweater and heat protection gloves he works the fine blade.
"I'm as tough as the crust of the Earth is." He removes the gloves after finally being done with the swords for the day. Easily lifting the heavy swords into their stands, the scarred figure turns to leave the large forge.
"I move mountains, I move churches." He grabs his winter coat to protect him from the coldness of Snowchester. "And I glow, 'cause I know what my worth is." The yellow radioactive symbol standing out as it took most of the coats back.
He opens the forges door to be met by the cold breeze. "I don't ask how hard the work is." He turns a corner, standing on top of the wall. "Got a rough indestructible surface."
"Diamonds and platinum, I find 'em, I flatten 'em." His feet lay tracks in the snow of where he once was, he turns to look out at the sea, knowing one or two of his mates are out there messing around. "I take what I'm handed, I break what's demanded, but-" A firework full of colours went off out at sea.
"Under the surface." He was still in his suit, standing behind Quackity and Jschlatt. "I feel berserk as a tightrope walker in a three-ring circus." Quackity leans in close to make the boy unsteady as Schlatt drops a large pile of paper work in his hands.
"Under the surface." Nervously the smaller ram crinkled the paper as Schlatt played with him like a cat toying with a mouse, "Was Hercules ever like, "Yo, I don't wanna fight Cerberus?""
"Under the surface." Tubbo hurrys down the hall with the papers that was given to him from Schlatt with 'TOP SECRET' on it, passing it to the man in front of him. "I'm pretty sure I'm worthless if I can't be of service." Wilbur took the papers with a smile.
"A flaw or a crack" He smiles back at Wilbur before panicking hearing the bigger rams voice, as if he's haunting the young ram.
"The straw in the stack" Feeling as though the President has a grasp around him dragging him down, he struggles.
"That breaks the camel's back." Jschlatt ushering Technoblade with the crossbow. Wilbur having his hands around Tommy's mouth so he doesn't scream out. Hands and body pressed against the box he was now in as the bow was steadied and aimed at him.
"What breaks the camel's back, it's-"
[Tubbo_ went off with a bang due to a firework from [Subscribe to Technoblade] from Technoblade]
Blue, red and white filled the air.
"Pressure, like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa" The blood pouring from his face as the wounds stayed when he came back.
"Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop, whoa, oh, oh" Tears began to flow from his eyes, as he bandages himself.
"Give it to your sister, your sister's older." He shuffles to Tommy, the blonde beaming with joy as people cheered. Tubbo taking the pressure off Tommy he accepts the role.
"Give her all the heavy things we can't shoulder." Becoming the President just like he was.
"Who am I if I can't run with the ball?" He shakes his head before standing at the podium about to give his speech.
"If I fall to" He whispers as he begins to change from his normal clothes back into a suit.
"Pressure like a grip, grip, grip, and it won't let go, whoa." He turns to see Dream with Tommy, giving an ultimatum.
Feeling as though Dream has him tied like as puppet. "Pressure like a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa, oh, oh." Tubbo cracks.
"Give it to your sister, your sister's stronger." He runs to Tommy, "see if she can hang on a little longer."
"Who am I if I can't carry it all?" He questions his choices and option as he turns to Dream.
"If I falter" Dream turns away with a hard hand on Tommy's shoulder.
"Under the surface." He paces around Fundy and Quackity, "I hide my nerves, and it worsens, I worry something is gonna hurt us." Paranoid Technoblade would come back.
"Under the surface." He runs and runs trying to escape Dreams grasp but he never can. "The ship doesn't swerve as it heard how big the iceberg is." As Techno and Dream began to team up.
"Under the surface." He stumbles over only to see the obsidian grid above him, "I think about my purpose, can I somehow preserve this?"
"Line up the dominoes" The tnt becoming placed.
"A light wind blows" The sound of flint and steel igniting can be heard.
"You try to stop it tumbling" He clutches his head.
The constantly igniting and falling of tnt, "but on and on it goes." Technoblade summoning the withers.
"But wait," Hes back at Snowchester. "If I could shake the crushing weight of expectations." Ranboos standing there with Micheal in his hands, waving at him.
Micheal being let down. He runs straight for Tubbo, tackling the rams legs so he staggered and fell. "Would that free some room up for joy."
Ranboo follows suit and falls next to him in the snow. "Or relaxation, or simple pleasure?" Giggles and soft smiles coming from all three.
"Instead, we measure this growing pressure." Tubbo turns to get up, hands clenching.
"Keeps growing, keep going," His short steps became longer and quicker
"'Cause all we know is." Las Nevadas. He begins to make walls, creating Walltown.
"Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa" The cookie outpost becoming heavily fortified.
"Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop, whoa-oh-oh." Quackity and him discussing the outpost and agreeing to give it too him instead.
"Give it to your sister, it doesn't hurt, and" He turns to Ranboo expressing how he can help with anything.
"See if she can handle every family burden" He flexes jokingly as he turns to the door with a large nuclear symbol on it.
He enters and quickly approaches the button. "Watch as she buckles and bends but never breaks." His hand just above the button, ready to push it. His open palm closes into a fist. "No mistakes, just." He turns to leave.
Standing outside the prison. "Pressure like a grip, grip, grip, and it won't let go, whoa." Sams sword going straight through the hybrids chest as red and green began to drip onto the grass below. A scream came from the young ram.
"Pressure like a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa, oh, oh." Tears feel heavily from the ram as the fight continued around him.
"Give it to your sister and never wonder." He yells at Ghostboo, "If the same pressure would've pulled you under." Realising the tears flowing more from the ghost he pulls away, tugging at his own hair.
"Who am I if I don't have what it takes?" He screams
"No cracks, no breaks" Technoblade giving him the picture of Micheal Ranboo was holding before death.
"No mistakes, no pressure." He readies himself to reek havoc on those who's wronged his family.
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Please, This is Just Too Good to Be Gone
✨A Peer Pressure event fic
✨4.5k words
✨ c!Techno & c!Ranboo-centric
✨MCD/Angst with a good ending
✨5/7: Steady Now, Take My Hand
✨Prompt/Day 5: Syndicate
#dsmp#mcyt fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#ao3 writer#one shot#dsmp fanfic#self promo#songfic#ao3 works#archive of our own#c!techno#c!philza#c!tubbo#c!michael#c!wilbur soot#c!niki#c!eret#c!mumza#c!syndicate
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possessed papa and mr mcchill
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I was in English class and I had to write a story. I randomly added dsmp names in and I kind sorta came up with a spooky season au.
Micheal McChill is running a small mostly unknown horror/ true crime podcast called Mchills. He decided to go a historic college across the country in a town called Dreamtown, know for ghosts and supernatural activities. When there’s a murder it’s the perfect chance for Micheal to get his name out there by solving the case. Especially when his main suspect has been dead for a week.
Quackity doesn’t believes in ghosts. He’s studying law on a student visa and a scholarship for his blog. No much thing, where he myth busts ghost stories. When someone close to him is murdered and his best friend is the suspect Quackity is forced to team up with his biggest rival Micheal to find the true killer.
Charlie is on a mission from hell. Literally. Someone on campus is summoning demons to kill people and Charlie’s job is find them and get rid of them, all without letting the normal humans know about the supernatural side of dream town. The only catch? he has to leave hell and join the mortals to catch the killer. Luckily Slime is really good at acting human.
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