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listenheresweaty · 1 year

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REVIVEBUR X READER (and Tommy, Platonically) PART TWO

This is still terrible and long. I have very little motivation

part 3 out soon

Rating: PG-13

It was raining the day that Tommy decided to invite Wilbur to dinner. He had tolerated Wilbur's presence at your house before, but that had been mostly outside, while the two of you had been growing your mushroom garden.

Wilbur had been only slightly annoying that day: no real taunts, only vague attempts to get Tommy to leave you. And a storm was brewing, so Tommy and you decided that Wilbur might as well stay there for dinner.

Wilbur was ecstatic. Finally some progress. Delusional, he was convinced that he'd be able to get Tommy to come with him-- his brother, family by blood.

So he got worse. A mixture of desperation, exhilaration of being supposedly so close to his goal and the strange, unwelcome and warm feeling that swelled in his chest when he saw a third bowl of mushroom stew placed on the table-- the dizzying, borderline terrifying feeling of belonging in such a peaceful, domestic scene that set off alarm bells in his head, telling him that it was wrong, wrong, wrong.

As Wilbur got more... well, toxic, Tommy's face soured more and more, clearly regretting his decision.

You tried to get Wilbur to shut up and just enjoy the meal, but the interference on your part only incensed him further. He snapped at you, which led to Tommy snapping at him.

Which of course, ended with an argument between the brothers, Wilbur questioning Tommy's loyalty.

"Tommy, I'll ask you this one last time. Do you see me as your brother? Do you? 'Cause you're not acting like it!" Wilbur asked.

Tommy's face twisted, but said nothing.

"Do you?" Wilbur repeated, glaring at him sternly.

But Tommy said nothing, only clenched his jaw, looking close to tears.

Slowly, the creases in Wilbur's faces smoothed, as if something was dawning on him. He stared at his younger brother with a slack expression.

Then, Wilbur grabbed his jacket and turned to leave, and Tommy fled in the opposite direction, locking himself inside his room.

You tried to intercept Wilbur and get him to stay, but he shook you off, gaze trained on the door as he avoided looking you in the face. He stormed out.

You retreated and wandered to Tommy's room and knocked quietly. No response. You heard him sniffle somewhere inside.

To be clear: Tommy still loves Wilbur. It's a mix of childish pride, doubt, and hurt that keeps him from saying it out loud. Tommy may be Wilbur's brother, but is Wilbur his?

After a few minutes, a click echoes through the hallway as Tommy opens his door. You hold out your arms and Tommy collapses against you, trembling but not crying. Somehow, he's too tired to cry.

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Wilbur doesn't return for two weeks.

You finally manage to get Tommy to leave the house and get his mind off things. Tommy organizes a camping trip with Tubbo and Ranboo, and goes to spend the weekend in the woods (you secretly message Philza and ask him to watch over them).

This leaves only you in the house. Although you had grown accustomed to solitude during your life, Tommy's absence leaves the house feeling almost foreign, too silent.

All the lights are off, except the ones in the kitchen, where you're hunched over the counter, scrutinizing your architectural plans for an expansion towards the cliffside. You were making some edits on the placement of the staircase when you heard a resounding thump from somewhere behind you.

you glance around the darkness surrounding the dimly-lit kitchen. As your eyes adjust, you spot the dark blue square of the window amongst the blackness, the sparse light of the moon making the outside world vaguely visible as you approached to peer out.

A clang, this time farther away. You caught sight of the shed door opening, and a tall, lanky figure stumbling inside.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Slipping on your jacket and shoes, you marched outside, swinging the shed door open with a frown on your face.

You were met with a very drunk, very distraught Wilbur Soot having an emotional breakdown on the floor of your gardening shed, right next to your fertilizer.

You stared. "What...?" You didn't finish your sentence. You honestly didn't know how, there were so many things to be asked.

What are you doing here? What's wrong? What are you drinking, can I have some? What in the world inspired you to come here, of all places?

The man squinted up at you (although you doubted he could really comprehend what he was seeing) reproachfully.

"This shed is full of fucking rusted nails." He manages through shaky and slurred speech. "Don't you pay attention to what state your home is in? You should care more, you know, now that you're responsible for T--" He cuts himself off.

"Shed renovations are on my to-do list, don't worry." You mumble. "...He cares about you, you know?"

He knew who you were talking about.

You continue. "He misses you, truly. He's just a little fragile--"

"You think I don't know that???? You think I haven't seen what has happened to him, what I've--- what has been done to him? Do you think I'm blind?" Wilbur lashes out almost convulsively. He clenches his jaw, digging his nails into the palms of his hands. You frown and kneel down in front of him, grabbing his hands to make stop before he starts bleeding. He trembles but doesn't pull away, eyes fixed on the ground between you. After a moment, you let go, moving to sit back.

Wilbur takes a swig of the bottle tucked in his trenchcoat--you hadn't even noticed it.

"if you keep this up, you'll end up six feet under again." You warned him gently.

"well, maybe I should, huh?" he rasped, spitting out this statement before he had much time to think. His eye twitched and he lapsed into silence once again. He continued to glare at you, as if challenging you to say something. When you didn't say anything, he spoke again, as if the words were being drawn out of him against his will

"Maybe I should---- maybe---" he wouldn't finish his sentence, his breath was getting shallower, hands shaking. He laughed, a bitter, wet sound that devolved back into sobbing

You look at this pathetic, skrunkly disaster of a man.

And you scooch beside him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a hug. Wilbur slumps weakly against your shoulder, too drunk to remember that he's supposed to hate you. Maybe he's even forgotten who he's talking to. All he knows is that there is something there, something warm, something that isn't a train station bench or the clouded, wary gazes of people who used to be his allies.

You hold him a bit tighter, smoothing his hair with one hand. He's limp in your hold, trembling. He's so quiet you wouldn't even know he was crying if it wasn't for your jacket getting wetter as he pressed his face into your shoulder and sobbed. When he seemed to have calmed down the slightest bit, you asked him how far away his house was. It took him a while to register the question.

He shook is head, face still buried against your shoulder. He slurs, saying that he doesn't have a house.

"The Burger Van, then?"

"Th..that's at th' LLas Nevadas bord'r.."

"Do you want to stay here for the night? Or maybe find a room to rent in the nearby village?"

It took him even longer to respond to this question, and you had begun to wonder if he had fallen asleep.

"Wilbur?"

"...village." he murmurs.

You nod and pry yourself away from him, helping him stand. It's a short walk to the village, and the innkeeper asks no questions. You lead him to a small room-- one bed, one window and a vase with some dried-up plant-- and plop him onto the bed. He drops like a sack of flour, passed out cold on top of the sheets. You slip a blanket over him and place a bucket and towel next to the bedside (the hangover would probably get him sick).

You bid your goodbyes to the apathetic innkeeper and head back home.

Tommy arrives from his camping trip a day and a half later, abuzz with excitement and energy. He thrums like a live wire, yammering nonstop about how they found a beehive in the forest and created a cult with Tubbo as their leader, committed some light arson, ate some acrons (with the shell, obviously).

"I nearly drowned. I fell in the river and Tubbo's arms were too short to reach me, and obviously Ranboo's too much of a pussy to go into the water. Thank god for big man Philza Minecraft, he appeared out of literally nowhere and pulled me out. 10/10 would recommend Mr. Minecraft as a lifeguard. Best man for a near death experience."

"Hmm." You aren't able to get many words in, and settle for just listening to the boy rant as the two of you meander down a path to visit Snowchester.

"I've been waiting for Tubbo to ask me to become Michael's godfather." Tommy says. "How sick would that be? I'd make a great mob boss. Of course, people wouldn't come to me on the day of daughter's wedding because it would be my wedding, to my many wives--"

"Uh--"

"Oh, look Ranboo's over there! What a bitch. He gets even uglier up close, believe it or not."

"I--"

Tommy ran off to harass his friend. You sighed and leaned against a tree. You watched over them for a while, occasionally pausing to chat with the travelers that would pass by on the road: Puffy and Niki, Foolish, Purpled.

Eventually, you heard the footsteps approach and then falter. You glanced over and made eye-contact with Wilbur. He looked pale and sickly, squinting in the sunlight, clearly not able to handle the light in his hungover state.

He stares in silence, a distant frown on his face. You expect him to say something snarky, but instead he turns his gaze back to the road, and wordlessly continues on his way.

iill make part 3 soon i swear

#revivedbur x reader #revivebur x reader #revived wilbur #dsmp wilbur #c: wlbr #crimeboys #wilbur soot x reader #c wilbur #c tommy #dsmp x platonic reader #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x reader #idk what im doing rn tbh #philza minecraft is there (not physically)#bench trio is mentioned #Still on the run from the IRS /j but its getting better #wilbur soot #sweaty “writes”

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s4turns-r1ngs · 2 years

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Hihi! hru doing????

requests are open so im requesting >:3

could you do anyone with a gn!teen reader? platonic obvi

maybe their ears are super sensitive atm and theyre somewhere loud and it just makes them want to cry? [how would they comfort/help the reader?]

totally not me right now no never-

omg hihi! im tired. and coping. yk how it is. listening to jack stauber as one does. same old same old.

also me 🤝 you <- not liking loud noises sometimes

age isn’t really mentioned tbh. couldn’t really find a way to bring it up sorry :[

pronouns: aren’t mentioned

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— » » c!tommyinnit

+ tbh, he might be a little bit of the problem

+ but as soon as he notices you upset and flinching at an loud noises he immediately quiets down

+ takes you to a quiet area with little to no sound

+ maybe to his bench if its quiet enough there

+ gets you a blanket and plays one of his music discs

+ maybe braids your hair if its long enough/you want him to

— » » c!tubbo

+ personal headcanon of mine that c!tubbo is hard of hearing

+ so he generally speaks louder and people speak louder around him

+ once he notices that youre upset, he quiets down and asks if youre okay

+ takes you to a quiet area in snowchester

+ but not before giving you the biggest fucking coat or jacket he can find

+ and earmuffs. (he doesnt know if they help with the sound or not, but he gives them to you anyway)

+ talks as quiet as he can about michael and ranboo

+ if he gets too loud he will immediately apologize and quiet down again

+ honestly just tries to do his best to provide some kind of small distraction. he (like tommy) likes to talk a lot, so honestly, silence is out of the question.

+ he tries his best, though!

— » » c!ranboo (not ghostboo)

+ when he notices youre upset, he quietly taps you on the shoulder and gestures to an area away from the noise

+ he’s definitely a quiet one, so he probably just takes you somewhere with a little bit of background noise (he doesnt like completely silence)

+ maybe a nice little stream or something!

+ if youll let him, he’ll probably doodle on your arm or hand. small little flowers and stars <3

+ puts his jacket/cape (depends on how you see his character design) over your shoulder like some sort of small blanket :)

#saturn.writes #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #platonic tommy x reader #tommyinnit x reader #platonic tubbo x reader #tubbo x reader #platonic ranboo x reader #ranboo x reader #platonic bench trio x reader #bench trio x reader #platonic dsmp x reader

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silly-mouse · 2 years

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Benchtrio's Boss

lowkey dated this with the tiktok reference but in my defense I thought this fic was shit, literally only written to complete the trio and allude to Boss's mysterious past oooh spooky-

~850 words

“It’s sleepover day, you fucks!”

Tommy cackled at Tubbo’s outburst, catching the pillow aimed at his head and flinging it back. “Keep your pants on, I can’t find my charger!”

“Found it,” Ranboo chimed, holding up the white cord victoriously. “Let’s go, let’s go, Boss said we’re bingeing their Studio Ghibli collection tonight!”

They all pushed through the hallway in one big blob of teen, barely stopping to snatch the tupperware with your dinner off the counter and call out a goodbye to Tubbo’s parents before they were dashing across the front lawn. Ranboo stopped on the edge of the road, the other two boys crashing into his back.

“Who’s talking to Boss?”

Tubbo peered around Ranboo’s shoulder, furrowing his brows at the flashy car parked on your side of the road to match the pretentious looking guy on your lawn. “I don’t know, I don’t recognize him…”

Tommy scowled. “Well I don’t like the looks of him,” he decided, seeing you push the guy back by the shoulder when he stepped closer to you. The trio slowly made their way across the street, trying to decide what to do.

“-and I just think if you gave it a chance-”

“You’re acting like a jackass.” The boys startled slightly at that- you always censored yourself around them but they’d never thought that you swore around other people. “I’ve told you no twice, I’ve told you to get the hell off my property twice, and if I have to tell you either of those a third time this rock is going through your windshield. So beat it, asshole, I’ve got company coming and I don’t want them around the likes of you.”

The douche scoffed. “What, your little babysitting gig? Put the squirts to bed with some sweets to keep ‘em quiet and let’s roll.”

The boys faltered at that. Sure, they were a bit younger than you and technically children, but you didn’t feel like you were babysitting them… right? You were all just friends hanging out. Sure they only hung out at your house… and you made cookies sometimes when you knew they were coming over… and you mostly just watched tv together… But they brought you dinner! That meant they were taking care of you just as much as you cared for them… right?

“They’re my friends,” you growled. “And it’s time for you to go.” You grabbed him by the back of his collar, dragging him to his car with shocking ease. You winced as you saw the boys. “Inside,” you told them firmly, in that ‘it’s for your own good don’t argue’ voice you had mastered. They quickly obeyed, stepping just inside before spinning around and spying through the open door. They watched you drag the douche all the way to his car, opening the driver’s door and throwing him in. They watched you growl a few probably choice words into his ear before slapping the door and stomping back to your house. “Come on, guys, nothing to see,” you insisted, ushering them further inside as the fancy car peeled down the road. You took the tupperware from Tubbo but he followed you into the kitchen.

“He wasn’t your friend, was he, Boss? You shouldn’t be friends with people like that, he seems like an ass.”

You sighed, ruffling his hair with a soft smile. “Not anymore: you’re right, he’s turned into an ass.”

Tommy took the chance to try to lighten the mood, yelling as he crashed into the both of you, wrapping his arms around you two. “Oooh, Big Boss swore! Naughty Boss, my poor little baby ears can’t take it! A hundred pounds in the swear jar, now!”

“As if, you little rat,” you laughed, twisting around to hook your arm around the blond’s neck and pull him into a headlock, giving the only child the noogie-ing he so desperately needed. “Stop struggling, you brought this on yourself- stop struggling, punk!”

“Help is on the way,” Ranboo declared, trying to sound like the TikTok audio that had taken over his for you page as he wrapped you in a chokehold of his own.

“Betrayal! This is a mutiny! Tubbo, get me my slippers! I’m gonna beat you rats like your mothers should have!” All three boys simply laughed, making you shake your head with a fond smile. Your fist against Tommy’s head opened up so you could ruffle his hair, your other hand reaching behind you for Ranboo. You laughed as he headbutted your palm like he was just another stray cat visiting your garden for snacks and affection. Tubbo, clearly upset about your lack of a third hand, simply tucked himself into your side and let you rest your chin on his head.

You all allowed yourselves a few moments of tranquility before you gave each boy a rough pat on the cheek. “Alright, get off of me, rats. Whatever Momma Tubbo sent me isn’t gonna reheat itself.”

#sillysqueaks #sillymouse #fanfic #fanfiction #squeaks #fluff #bossman #gn!reader #gn reader #nb!reader #nb reader #ranboo #tommy #tubbo #bench trio #platonic x reader #platonic #found family

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serotonincemetery · 1 year

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Platonic!Bench Trio + Reader

The basic rundown of it is that its an AU where Tommy doesn't get freed from the main cell and its Ranboo, Tubbo, and your, not really "responsibility" but you feel like its up to you to break Tommy out of prison and still keep Dream in there somehow.

NOTE// I used the idea of Eburnean Tommy for this story, but it's more like gonna be Eburnean!Reader, but please go check out the creator of EB!Tommy by @Blublu_by On youtube! All credit goes to them!!

TW//Angst, Profanity, Blood, Death, Manipulation

Pronouns: He/They

You were antsy, you were restless and irritable beyond belief. Everyone around you could see how the absence of one of your best friends affected you. You were constantly surrounded by Ranboo and Tubbo, but the absence of Tommy was indescribable. He was such a big part of your guys' little quadrio, he always had a way to make everyone smile and laugh, but now with Tommy being stuck in prison, it really hit everyone hard.

You had the greatest urge to get up and do something and you could tell Tubbo and Ranboo did too, but none of you acted on it. You were all too scared to do anything just in case if it backfired and somehow put the rest of you in danger.

You had been living in Ranboo's house which was on the same property as the infamous Technoblade, also known as "The Blade" and the "Blood God". He seemed scary and brooding on the outside but in reality, he was a softy once he warmed up who loved romance movies and chick flicks.

Philza was like a father to you and the rest of both the Bench Quadrio and the Sleepy Bois. You were grateful for him once you had found out Tommy was locked in with Dream for an extended period of time. He held onto you and cradled you as you cried out for Tommy and didn't criticize you for it or judge you in any way.

You were thankful for both of them, and ever so grateful for Ranboo and Tubbo. Everyone was at a loss currently.

You didn't sleep last night, the constant restlessness and tossing and turning on your mattress on the floor of Phil's home, wanting to try and sleep peacefully without the interruption of Ranboo's enderwalking and randomly talking throughout the night, but in hindsight it wouldn't've mattered because you couldn't fall asleep anyways.

You sigh and roll out of bed and find your change of clothes on the kitchen table, having been laundered the evening before, you quickly changed and went out into the cold winds of the early morning.

You wandered aimlessly throughout the property until the idea struck you. You had to break Tommy out. With or without Tubbo and Ranboo's help. You had thought of this before but never wanted to act. In total honesty. You were scared if you made a mistake and ended up hurting Tubbo and Ranboo in the process. But you now were craving the adrenaline.

You had no idea as to why you did, but something - or someone, was telling you to do it, your brain was switching onto autopilot as you scampered back to Phil's home and grabbed a few of your things and then rushed to Ranboo's home and geared yourself up even more. You organized extra armour into your ender chest and took a few golden apples from Techno, silently reminding yourself to replace them later. As you closed the chest you looked towards the stairs to come into eye-contact with red and green mismatched eyes.

"What are you doing?" Ranboo asked.

You opened your mouth to speak. Nothing came out. You really didn't think up a lie to tell them if the found you before you left, hell, you didn't plan for them to find you in the first place. You sighed and opened your mouth to speak but only let out your saddened and broken voice. "I need Tommy." You whispered out. "I can't keep living with out him Ranboo." You sighed.

Ranboo pondered for a moment on how to handle the situation. How should he react? One of his best friends is sneaking off and taking gear that isn't even theirs and using it to get one of his best friends out of prison? Ranboo thought for another moment before sighing.

"Let me get my things and we'll go get Tubbo, he'll wanna help." Ranboo muttered as he went back upstairs and shuffling and things moving could be heard.

You let out a sigh of relief as you reordered stuff in your ender chest one last time to make sure there was some extra room for a few other things just in case. You turned back around to face the stairs when you heard Ranboo shuffle down them again, seeing him all geared up and a messenger bag full of clinking potions and required items like milk for the elder guardian and Efficiency V pickaxes.

You smiled and closed the chest and spoke softly. "Thank you Ranboo."

"Let's go get Tubbo, we don't have lots of time." Ranboo said as he walked past you and pat your head and grabbed your hand and pulled you along as you then both were marching your way to Snowchester, which was a new country Tubbo was building up currently.

You and Ranboo walked for at least 20 minutes in silence before you got relatively close enough for Ranboo to teleport closer. Teleportation made you dizzy and you struggled to stay on your feet once you realized you were at your destination quicker than it should've been.

You and Ranboo walked up to the door of the smaller house and knocked on the door and opened it to find Tubbo slinging a backpack over his shoulders. He made eye contact with the both of you and you all had the same idea. You nodded and so did Ranboo, Tubbo followed suit and nodded as you all left the house and made your way to the prison still in the relatively early morning.

It took a while to walk to the prison itself but soon enough the dark shadow of obsidian and blackstone stood before you and you all took a mental note on which side you would be digging into.

"Ranboo, potions and pickaxe?" You ask.

He nods and pulls out two drinkable potions of fire resistance and the Efficiency V pickaxe and an Axe and hands them to you. You read the labels and they're marked as 8 minutes and you look over the shiny pickaxe and axe. You smiled softly.

"Ranboo I want you to follow Tubbo and watch the escape, I will dig in the side, it will cause the alarm to go off and they will rush to over here while you and Tubs dig another exit further away in the lava chamber and I will guide Tommy to it once I get to him. You will lead him out and to a safe place. I will be a bit behind because of the warden and the guards." You explain.

"Alright." Tubbo breathed out. "Let's get Tommy back." You and Ranboo nodded and you departed from the group as you found the side of the lava chamber and took the pickaxe and set a few things aside and started digging.

When you thought earlier, on how it would be easy to mine through to walls, once you broke the last block to the inner chamber a loud alarm blared through the SMP. You internally panicked before you quickly downed the potion and slowly swam through the lava to the main cell.

Tommy watched as you emerged from the lava. The molten dripping off your shoulders and down your arms without a single burn or scratch. You made sure all the lava was off before you quickly ran and embraced Tommy. He quickly wrapped his arms around you and you tightly clung onto him.

No words were spoken as you buried your face into his shoulder. You both stayed like that until you were interrupted by a slow clapping. You both pulled away to look at Dream.

His mask gone and face revealed with a wide grin. "So touching." He mocked.

"Im not here for you Dream. I'm only here for Tommy." You said firmly.

"Oh I know, but I'm leaving with you too." He said as he walked forwards. You felt as Tommy grasped your arm and shifted so he was hidden behind you.

You tried to make sure Dream had no way to grab Tommy. You narrowed your eyes. "Not happening Dream. Tommy shouldn't be in here, you deserve to be in here."

You took steps towards Dream until you were right in front of him. Your eyes met and you scowled. You heard the voice of Sam on the other side of the lava walls.

"The walls are coming down! Prepare yourself, men." He spoke most likely to his guards.

You turned to face Tommy. You shoved Dream back with as much strength as you could and you sent him into the back wall with a loud thud. You pulled out an ender chest and grabbed a few things and handed them to Tommy so you two could make your escape.

As you were reorganizing your inventory to give a few things to Tommy. You realized Ranboo only gave you two potions. You checked your watch to see you only had a minute thirty left. You pulled out the potion and looked to Tommy.

You smiled and handed it to him. "You'll need this."

He took it in his hands and looked to watch you take out everything in your inventory and hold it out to him. "What?" His accent shown through. "What are you doing?"

"Only one of us can make it out of here, my potion won't last long enough to get through the lava. And frankly, I came here to rescue you." You explain.

"Wait, wait, no, you're supposed to get out of here too." Tommy muttered as he looked distraught at the idea of leaving you behind.

"Tommy Innit, you are to drink that potion and take my gear and get out of this god forsaken cell. Swim towards the back and in the bottom right corner there should be an opening that Ranboo and Tubbo mined out." You said as you gave him a hug.

"No, no, I'm coming back, I'll get to Ranboo so he can give me another potion and I'll bring it back!" Tommy said hastily.

"No, Sam will be here by then. Now drink the potion and go!" You ordered. You never raised your voice at anyone, you were a calm, collected person. Tommy would be lying if he said you didn't frighten him.

As Tommy opened the bottle, Dream lunged at Tommy and tried to grab the bottle from his hands. You acted quickly to pull Dream off Tommy and to throw him back. Only to watch him get up and charge at you. "Dream, you bastard!" Tommy exclaimed as Dream tackled you to the ground. "Let him go!"

"Tommy stop! Drink the damn potion and go!" You shouted at him. Tommy's eyes looked fearful. He quickly nodded and drank the potion and checked everything before facing the lava.

"I'll be back [Y/N]." Tommy said as a tear cascaded down his face.

You watched Tommy push himself through the lava as you felt Dream straddle you and wrap his hands around your neck. Your eyes widened and you reached your hands to try and move Dream's hands.

You couldn't breathe.

By the look on his face you could tell that he couldn't control his movements, he was in a pure blind rage.

You gasped for any kind of air as you struggled to get his hands off your neck. You started to struggle. You wiggled your body to try and get him off or to get away but nothing was working.

You felt your consciousness slip away and you let your head fall to the ground and let your hands fall and your body go limp.

A single mistake Dream had made. The moment he watched you go limp, his brain was telling him you were dead. So he had stood up and removed his hands from your neck and turned away from you only to hear you gasping for air and pushing yourself away from him.

Dream turned and watched you push yourself into the wall behind you. He smiled maliciously. "You know why you're here?" Dream asked you. You were gripping the sides of your neck. "Because Tommy just left you, Tubbo and Ranboo didn't even try to help you break him out, they left you to go on your own to come here."

"No-" You croaked out. Trying to explain you came in here on your own.

"No, they knew something like this would happen, they decided to stay back because they didn't want to end up like poor little mister [Y/N] here." He taunted. You knew better than to believe him, but as the human brain does, you actually thought about what he said.

"Now that you're in here with me, I can do whatever I want, I could kill you over and over again, I could torture you, I could revive you as much as I want. I could break you." Dream said the final sentence and he turned to you with a insane look on his face.

He knew you had been in here in one spot already your respawn point is already somewhere in this room. Dream shuffled over and quickly swung his foot to your gut.

You let out a strangled cry as you gripped the area and let go of your neck. Dream quickly crouched down and wrapped his hands around you neck once again. By the time you were struggling for air again, the lava had gone down all the way and your turned your head to make bold eye contact with Sam.

Everything sounded like it was underwater. You could hear Sam barking orders at Bad and Antfrost to hurry up and you watched as Bad and Ant run to the platform. You feel Dream pull you up, but he pushes you over the ledge and holds onto you by the struff of your shirt. You're now dangling dangerously close to the lava. You were gasping for air once again but you couldn't focus on that right now.

You tried to lift your arms to hold onto Dream's hand so you wouldn't fall but all of the strength in your muscles disappeared and you were left there helpless. "If any of you as so take another step I will drop him into the fucking lava and you can watch them burn." Dream threatened.

That made Sam, Ant, and Bad stop and stare. "Sam." You croaked out, loud enough for him to barely hear you, more tears falling from your face as you kept eye contact with Sam.

"Back down Sam." Dream ordered. You watched as Sam pulled out an ender pearl. "Ah! No! No fucking pearling. Stay over there and go away! This is a situation me and [Y/N] have to resolve, you're just in the way." Dream said. "If you put down the lava again I'll let them live." Dream said with a smile.

"No! We know that's a lie!" Bad exclaimed. Not caring for Dream's language at the moment.

"Sam, please." You whimpered. You didn't wanna die, and if you did, you could be killed once more, you're on your second canon life. After that. You would be dead.

"Alright! I'll put down the lava, pull them up, the lava comes down quicker than it goes down." Sam said to Dream, which Dream replied by pulling you up and throwing towards the back of the cell. You watched as Sam pulled the lever down and you watched as the lava fell again.

Dream laughed and turned back to you, he grabbed the from scruff of your shirt and reeled his fist back before it collided with your face. You raised your hands to block the incoming hits, it didn't do anything Dream still continued to beat you. And quickly you knew you were losing the fight, your hands fell to your side for a fourth time and let death take you.

You never know how fast someone respawns, everyone respawns at a different time. For you though, it was just enough that the rest of the SMP got the alert on their communicators:

[Username] was slain by Dream

Everyone had been in shock.

You had died? You were well loved so everyone was on edge and unhappy the moment they got the alert. They didn't know that the alerts would still be coming for days on end

[Username] was slain by Dream

[Username] has left the game