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kadoodle · 3 years

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I can’t say words... wait forever the next one... ;-;

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Warning: intentional stabbing, guns, death, Philza kills,

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Inspired by:

Humans are Space Velociraptors

By:FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain

Some kids come from storks, others come from crashed spaceships

By: mmmajora

Home Again, Home Again

By: teeth_eater

All works can be found on Ao3

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Incase you missed:

Chapter 1:

Chapter 12:

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Chapter 13: It’s the final showdown….

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Fundy received a message from Hannah who was clearly frantic. From the stringed together sentences and words that didn’t spell anything.

According to what he could decipher, the starling’s kidnapper was spotted at the meeting place, making things slightly more complicated.

According to yet another frantic message, they were literally trying to get the guy in legal custody or even better dead. God Fundy wasn’t paid enough. He shook off the complaints and sped up the ship ever so slightly, still leaving enough fuel to get there.

Taking a breath he locked the ship on autopilot before stumbling to his coffee machine.

Lazily he made some coffee. The last time he piloted a journey this long was a year ago, and then he had help from a copilot.

Sighing he poured the coffee into a thermos before sitting back into the seat.

He glanced at the horizon, noticing a city like glow in the far distance. He smiled softly, before double checking weapons. Three more hours and they would almost have a huge mission complete.

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Purpled unlocked the weaponry. It hadn’t been touched in over a year. He turned on the lights and swatted at the disturbed dust.

Following Hannah’s frantic wishes he grabbed four launchers and extra ammo along with two shields and an extra med kit.

Sighing, he turned on the ship’s launchers and headed down to the aim to turn on the rest of it, preparing the ship for a battle that most likely wouldn’t happen.

After which he reactivated the shields and closed unnecessary exits.

Once he was satisfied, he made his way to the cam room, fortifying the external cameras.

After which he turned back to the common room, hooking his illusion manual with the cameras.

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There was an unspoken anxiety between the crew.

After Sam’s strange message the crew fortified the small ship. Techno manning the personalized weaponry while Wilbur decorated the armor in splash chemicals built to kill and harm. Phil sped the ship up and talked with the guards once they made it into the very busy port city.

They landed the craft, Techno stating how he would be the best to stay on the ship along with Ranboo.

Phil and Wilbur made quick time, gaining energy and rage at the monster who stole their family. They finally stepped into Nikki’s.

“We’re closed- oh! You’re here.” Nikki said. Her voice was still sweet but held an amount of dread and tiredness one couldn’t ignore. She stepped out from the back, “They aren’t here yet..” With that the pair visibly deflated.

They were there first. Meaning the rest of the time would be full of anxiety and dread. What if’s filled their heads and they attempted to relax into a sofa. Wilbur abandoned the sofa, prompting to pace around the room instead.

It was a waiting game now.

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Indeed a little waiting game.

One that Dream was sure he would pass.

He had the right place and perfect timing. The only thing missing was the fucking human. Tommy.

If only he hadn’t run away in the first place.

Then things would still be perfect, and they wouldn’t abandon him.

No one would after he had Tommy. No one.

No one no one no one noonenooneno-

He laughed.

Sitting on a bench on the side of a nice bookstore. Two doors down from Nikki’s.

Haha

It was perfect.

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The ship pulled into the port.

Weirdly enough Tubbo felt dread.. why?

The crew ushered them into a hidden room off of the kitchen. With a small window and a couple beanbags.

He saw Fundy pull down his mask and pull on a strange hood with ears on top. Purpled popped in purple contacts and pulled his hood up. Sticking on fake antennas and pulling a black face mask over his neck and nose. They both covered as much skin as possible.

Two guards stepped in. One being none other than the same one as the last one, Jack. The other being a lady merling.

She swept around the ship, clearly bored while Jack asked questions seemingly in code. Was he on our side?

The two guards left and before he knew it he was stepping off the entrance platform.

Home.. he was so much closer to home!

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Tommy stepped off the ship.

Chills ran up his spine. Though there was no obvious reason as to why.

It was around noon on the planet and there was no wind. Plus the sun was beating down on them.

He shrugged it off and waited for the rest of the crew.

“I just messaged them. They’ll be here soon.” Hannah said to Fundy who hummed in acknowledgment.

Foolish was staying on the ship, and Purpled excused himself by saying he needed to grab something.

Hannah and Fundy stood on either side of the pair in defensive stances, making Tommy immediately imitate them, Tubbo following suit.

After what felt like an hour, in reality was probably four minutes, Purpled returned, handing the other crew members launchers. He threw Tubbo a grenade of sorts anlong with a paper thin shield. He gave Tommy a pack of throwing knives and a shield. Judging by the unexpected gifts, if either was in close contact with a threat they could defend themselves. Meaning he was here too.

Pulling his fear back he focused on the three silhouettes headed towards them.

A lady with short bubblegum hair came first, followed by Wilbur and Phil. His heart wanted to melt. Looking towards Tubbo he thought the same.

Just as they were about to rush towards them an ear piercing bang flooded through the courtyard. Nikki dodging out of the way in time. It was a warning shot. It was followed by a panicked crowd running away from the source.

“Well hello. You have something of mine.” Dream’s voice echoed through the now deathly silent place. Tommy sucked in a breath.

The dreamon walked in between the groups. He made a mistake, what?

His mind rushed back to the first lesson. Never make your presence known.

The mask was torn and scratched. His clothes were torn and matted in grime. The mouth no longer moved, only ejected an echoey voice like speakers.

He mouth tasted bitter.

“If you hand over Tommy, no one gets hurt.” The dreamon explained calmly.

Tommy surveyed the crowd. For one Dream had no real advantage, two all had concealed weapons and pure rage. There was no way he had power.

Oh but I do Tommy.

What?

Because I have you.

No you don’t.

Yes. Because I’m your friend. And guess what friends do?

What?

Friends help each other.

They do do that, don't they?

I want to help you. So come to me.

It was as if all sense snapped in his head. The only thought running was to obey Dream. Tommy’s rational thought was trapped in a little room. Nothing was getting to the part in control.

Cautiously he stepped forward. No one really noticed all too distracted by what Dream was saying. Phil was sneering at the dreamon. Tommy saw none of that.

Another step.

Something started to crawl back into consciousness. It was promptly pushed back.

That bit tried for a different plan.

Another step.

If only there was a way to break from the trance.

Ten more steps. Fifteen left.

He needed more time.

Five more, ten left. Tubbo was frantically trying to drag him back as the others were too shocked to move.

We shouldn’t do that. But it's the only one we got.

Two more steps.

We have to.

Three steps left.

The conscious part got control of a hand, grabbing a knife and stabbing him in the leg.

Dream scowled, and Tommy pushed his strength to sprint with Tubbo back to the others.

They had won the battle, could they win the war?

He collapsed near Hannah, panting and fading in and out of consciousness.

Her mouth was moving. There were no words.

He distantly heard five bangs and a strangled scream.

His vision was too fuzzy to know anything.

After the sixth time he fell into the blissful void.

They did.

He woke up in the medical wing of the SBI Craft.

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Phil was yelling at Dream.. Tommy started moving towards him. Dammit he was in a trance.

He rushed to try and drag him back.

“Come on!” Tubbo screamed.

There was no recognition in his eyes. They were once a bright blue, but were now a murky grey.

He could feel the pure joy from Dream at his suffering.

He turned to Tommy trying his hardest to get something from him.

A flash of blue in the eyes. Tommy quickly stabbed himself.

What.

Tommy dragged Tubbo into as much of a sprint as he could muster before falling in front of Hannah.

She immediately told Tubbo orders. He took the towel handed to him and pressed on the wound.

She continued giving him instructions on how to prep the wound.

As soon as he started five loud bangs could be heard.

Phil stood breathless, pointing a launcher at where the green demon used to be. Phil smiled.

It wasn’t sinister like he had expected. It was full of relief and victory.

After he stopped paying attention Hannah started directing Wilbur on the procedures.

One thing led to another and the three were back home.

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Three months later…

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He woke up to Tubbo dragging him out of bed.

“Why are we up so early..” The blonde sleepily asked.

“It’s your birthday duh.. plus you need to be up early for it.” The droneling dragged him off the ship. He groaned, shivering at the cool morning air.

After the incident, Phil basically adopted Tommy into the family, claiming that his birds wanted more flock members.. whatever that meant.

After that fiasco, the strange flock moved from planet to planet, or really wherever one wanted to go as a form of bonding. It was nice.. It felt like one of those chaotic family vacations Tommy never experienced, except make it with a bunch of socially awkward and mentally unstable aliens.

Once Tommy mentioned how his birthday would’ve been coming up, which led the entire crew to jump on the occasion and flood him with questions.

One thing led to another and now Tubbo had dragged the crew and were all watching the sunrise at the same jigsaw puzzle range on Dauber.

It was beautiful. Two moons coming up at the same time as the red sun painting the sky a light purple.

After the sunrise, the crew ate pancakes, laughing at jokes of different disasters at hotels and teasing Wilbur for getting attached to a particular merling, named Sally.

It was bubbly warm, and 100% not perfect, but the one thing Tommy never got until now.

He finally had a family.

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Chapter 13-End

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It’s the final breakdown.. dunnanana

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Pls take care of self, thx!

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kadoodle · 3 years

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Guys- I am sorry but also you be getting treats.. three chapters one day.. but like also it’s the end.

;-;

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Warning: derealization, cussing, little bit of angst little bit of fluff..

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Incase you missed:

Chapter 1:

Chapter 11:

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Inspired by:

Humans are Space Velociraptors

By:FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain

Some kids come from storks, others come from crashed spaceships

By: mmmajora

Home Again, Home Again

By: teeth_eater

All works can be found on Ao3

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Ao3 link:

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Chapter 12: Aching Hearts and Starry Eyes

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The ship has been hectic for the past week.

Going from little hope to actually knowing where they are does that. And the fact that they were coming back.

It led Wilbur to shutting himself in the lab doing who-knows-what to prepare for their return. Phil had been rechecking up with people and leading the ship back to the port planet. Techno had been calling into restock supplies and even went as far as getting supplies for another room for Tommy, guests.

Ranboo was currently rushing around the ship, cleaning it thoroughly for the first time in months. Making sure things looked decent and the ship's vitals were fine. He grabbed the non-H2O based cleaner and got to work.

After sanitizing the entire kitchen for the eleventh time, he trekked down the hall to the security room where Techno sat contemplating life.

Not knowing what to do, the socially anxious enderian knocked on the open door successfully getting the attention of the other. “Can I clean your office?” Ranboo asked, internally cursing themself for the question.

“Uhh- yeah sure kid.” The piglin said getting up and moving himself to the living room.

They made sure to clean quickly yet thoroughly. After dusting and throwing out the last waste bag, he turned into the hall and made his way to their office.

They dumped the bags into the chute by their office, which was already in the yellow on the meter. They internally cringed, knowing that they would have to empty that soon.

He made his way back down the hall and started picking up waste and dishes around the living room.

Once he finished, he wrote important news and basics of the day in his memory book. After recalling all the information he could, he filled the rest of the page with doodles and notes of random things.

Once he was satisfied with their work, they turned in excitement bubbling in their chest. Hope was blooming and they would no longer be aching with being separated from their best friends.

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The ship was indeed big, as Tubbo presumed.

It was built in a saucer shape having the main entrance lead into a huge common room. In the middle was a circular sofa with a spherical illusion and a glass dome window which flooded the room with natural light. To the right were doors to the quarters of the crew followed by some four guest rooms. It had some desk work spaces lining the wall and a coffee station at the back. Directly in front of the entrance were the hall to the important spaces, such as the cabin and engine room. To the left was the entrance to the ship’s garden, kitchen, and medic.

“Woah..” Tommy exclaimed from beside Tubbo. Tommy practically radiated excitement.

“Welcome to the ship boys.” Hannah said from behind them. The rest of the crew joined shortly after the three entered, all headed towards the cabin alongside Hannah, leaving the pair in the common room.

Once they left the two stood awkwardly, not knowing what they could or couldn’t do. Tommy’s leg started bouncing, a habit of humans to signify anxiety. He learned that after taking a peek through a research document in Bad’s office. Sure it got him a painful punishment, but it sure as hell made working with Tommy a lot easier.

He sighed a bit, shaking off the memory. His guard shouldn’t be let down especially since they had know idea what to expect from the crew. Hannah for one, was clearly an elite from the hive, and judging from her marks was probably in the royal court, before she was kicked out. Foolish was a totem, which are notorious for being a jokesters and have a weird ability that lets them come back from otherwise lethal injuries. Purpled, was for one a human and two was sold into a mercenary camp, judging by the tattoo on his neck. And Fundy, was a human, and the pilot meaning he would’ve had to go through hell in order to learn.

He pulled his thoughts back into his head and turned back to Tommy. The other was oddly silent and seemingly trapped in his head.

“Hey. Tommy, can you look at me?” Tubbo started, receiving no response. He pursed his lips looking around for something cold. He found a metal pen. Perfect.

He turned back to the human, careful not to startle him. Tommy’s hands were clenching and unclenching, meaning he was reliving something. Slowly the droneling slid the pen into the other’s grasp.

By some sort of genetic miracle Tommy’s features started relaxing and his eyes became less glossy as he came back to reality. His head snapped towards Tubbo who slightly shuffled, eyes squinting in concentration as he realized Tubbo wasn’t a threat.

“Hey, bossman. You back with me?” Tubbo asked. The other still couldn’t form words but mindlessly nodded. Prime he was glad he read those files.

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The rest of the day was uneventful. Hannah showed them where their room was and delivered dinner.

They mostly spent the time in their room, both eager to get to the SBI.

Tommy doodled on some paper he found with the pen Tubbo gave him. He barely recognized anything Tommy drew.

“Is that some sort of launcher?” Tubbo asked, pointing to a strange laser contraption.

“Uhh- no that’s a lightsaber. It’s from Star Wars.” Tommy replied, looking towards Tubbo.

“Wait, you guys had wars over stars?!” Tubbo’s eyes widened in bewilderment. I mean he knew humans were brutal and petty but not that petty.

Tommy burst into laughter, “N-nononono.. there’s this movie, ho I can’t breathe.. It’s like a big movie that a lot of people are into, it actually takes place in space, but like what we thought space was like.” Tommy attempted to explain. When he realized it explained nothing to the bewildered Tubbo he went into the specifics and complications of the fandom.

The pair didn’t sleep a wink that night.

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Nikki was pissed. Not only did Eret confuse her with very relevant information that she supposedly couldn’t tell anyone until after the meeting making her panic and have to close the cafe early but also was the last one to find out that the starlings were staying with her until they were picked up.

So yeah closing the cafe for three days was not how she wanted to spend her week.

Still she couldn’t be complaining too much, as some of the gossip would hopefully die down and more customers would come. Plus Phil was coming as soon as possible meaning she would only really be monitoring the transition from one ship to the other of the starlings.

She took a deep breath and closed the cafe before preparing two rooms upstairs just in case.

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Phil was practically vibrating. They were only a few hours away from the port city. Smiling as he sped the ship a tad. Ranboo would have his head for a week but it was worth it if he could finally be reunited with the rest of his flock.

His mind didn’t even bother reminding him that Tommy wasn’t technically a part of it yet.

He shivered a bit, giddy with excitement and relief only a parent could have.

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The next day was easier.

Tommy was no longer filled with the phantoms of anxiety and him and Tubbo spent another night bonding. His smile couldn’t be brighter.

He woke up to the quiet rumbling of someone in the kitchen.

Tubbo still layed in bed, softly snoring. Tommy stretched from the desk popping the majority of his joints. Worth it.

He walked towards the common room, sitting on the couch next to none other than Purpled.

“Ayup.” Tommy greeted Purpled. The other stared at him, pure confusion on his face. Was that a newer thing on earth? Probably. “What’s up?” He tried again, this time the other smirked.

“The ceiling.” Purpled replied naturally. Tommy groaned.

“You’re a wrongen.” He stated simply before getting up and heading towards the kitchen.

Hannah was making some sort of alien breakfast, which similarly looked like French toast… hold up, it probably was due to the fact that half of the ship was made of humans. It probably tasted different than Earth’s.

He smiled, before noting that another person joined the room. His head swung around to see none other than Tubbo who was still trying to shake off sleep. He slumped onto the couch and Tommy sat near him, telling him about the excellence of the breakfast they were having.

Not too soon after, Hannah served the three the toast before joining them on the couch. Tommy started ranting about the importance of coconuts, Purpled decided he would argue with him about it, saying Monty Python references every so often, which in turn left the dronelings confused yet entertained.

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As the ship sailed swiftly through the vastness of space, a singular radar picked up the route and a certain ship flew to the destination much before the others even got close.

A single entity smiled, driven by absolute madness and bloodlust.

He set up his trap. Little did he know someone already spotted him. His plan would crumble before it was even created.

Said someone decided that the former captain would no longer control his life. Three different communicators gained another objective. It wouldn’t be hard to complete since they already had the passion.

The entity would never pain another soul again.

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Chapter 12-End

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Everything goes too smoothly..

Dream: hehe surprise motherfucker!

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Oooh we getting to le climax peeps.. also I am sorry, the end will explain all.

Go take care of thyself. Now.

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kadoodle · 3 years

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Hi- it’s a bittersweet day... I have two more chapters for you guys left... I can’t say too to much but um.. thank you all for reading! This one is a short one topped by two more.. love ya and stay safe!

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Warning: habits caused by ptsd, medical examinations.

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Incase you missed:

Chapter 10:

Chapter 1:

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Ao3 link:

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Inspired by:

Humans are Space Velociraptors

By:FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain

Some kids come from storks, others come from crashed spaceships

By: mmmajora

Home Again, Home Again

By: teeth_eater

All works can be found on Ao3

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Chapter 11: You’re going home.

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It had been about two hours since the incident in the kitchen, and the pair had busied themselves with a jigsaw puzzle they found in a closet.

It was one of the planet Dauber’s many mountain ranges, which Tubbo had lightly explained how it had gotten that one in particular. Apparently, many thousands of years ago, the people there had this huge battle and caused a lot of damage, and even destroyed the majority of their population with an explosive. Said explosive left a huge crater in the outer layer. Some escaped, Techno actually being one of the few descendants of the species. After they left the environment took over leading the place to have huge crater like mountain ranges.

Soon after explaining they fell into a peaceful silence concentrated on the puzzle.

It was as if the silence let them click or something. Neither said anything while working on the puzzle, letting the fresh morning aura surround them. A new hope settled in Tommy’s stomach.

Maybe when they get to Tubbo’s ship, he could stay too? It was such an idiotic hope that would most likely never happen.

I mean every time Tommy got attached to a place or family, it ended in the worst way possible. Clem dieing for example.

They didn’t mean to get on that stupid bus anyways. It was just faster than walking. But they missed their stop and decided to get off on the next one.

That fucking mugger decided it was the best option to mug two children. Like what kind of motherfucker chooses children to be their victims. Clem died that night. Defending him from the asshole who stabbed her. She was too malnourished to survive the ambulance trip.

Tears pricked his eyes as he recalled losing his last best friend… his sister.

He glanced towards Tubbo.

This time it’ll be different. He was no longer nine and the other had cool powers he could use to protect himself. Plus they spent five fucking months in hell, there was no way Tubbo would let a petty mugger kill him.

It was again peaceful, once he stuffed his thoughts into the back corner of his mind.

The door opened.

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Eret was ecstatic to say the least. One of her favorite things to experience was reuniting families. She did that a lot when she was a part of the ISF. Before they cared more about control rather than people.

Grabbing a couple of snacks from the grocery shop she headed back to her apartment. Keeping the pacing light, she smiled at people as they passed by, humming softly to a tune they hadn’t heard in a long time.

The trip was short, and relatively peaceful. A few kids yelling and some soft chatter between parents. For once he didn’t feel the need to be away from their apartment at all hours.

Sighing they made their way up the stairs. Unlocking the door and stepping in.

The two starlings were sitting at the coffee table doing a jigsaw puzzle. In an instant they were up and alert in a defensive stance.

Her smile faltered slightly before being covered with another gentle smile.

“Hello, you two. I have a few things to talk to you about.” They gestured to the couch before pulling a chair to sit in front of them. “For one, I have gathered a crew that is ready to take you to your base ship.”

The droneling gasped, not prepared for the shock of hope. The entire atmosphere held its breath. This time it was one of relief and uncertainty. The wheels turning in their heads were as clear as day. One more confirmation of the only thing either wanted would be all it would take to trust Eret’s word.

“You’ll be leaving tomorrow. I have hand picked a crew that has been trained for returning people home. I promise they’ll be nothing but welcoming. For your information, they have been briefed on your situation.” Eret finished looking at the nearly crying starlings. She smiled and left them to sort themselves out.

Hope was blossoming, almost like when she found out other humans were trapped in the vastness of space. Or when she convinced the higher ups to let her do research on an uncharted planet.

They took out their communicator and sent a quick message to the crew to start loading the ship.

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Home? I’m going home?

The thought stuck in his head, filling him to the brim with joy. It felt relieving, almost too good to be true. But it was better to take the chance rather than cave into paranoia.

Tubbo got up, mainly to look for a bag that he would steal, borrow.

Once he found one, he stuffed it with basic supplies. A couple blankets, clothes, rope, a spare first aid kit (he still couldn’t figure out why the host had nine different ones with the same supplies..) water and nectar (again it was like the host had endless supplies of stuff) and some snacks.

He shoved it behind the dresser in their room to make sure it wouldn’t be stolen.

He was giddy with excitement.

The rest of the day went quickly followed by a restless sleep. The pair woke up as soon as the light peeked into the room.

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The ship was huge.

I mean, like Millennium Falcon huge.

“HOLY SHIT.” Tommy yelled. Eret, being one of the poggest aliens alive, chuckled and patted his back.

“This my friends, is the UFO. We played off of Purpled’s obsession with space from Earth.” The two looked at Eret before turning back to the ship. She led the two to a small room off of the port, “Allow me to introduce you to our crew.”

They opened a pair of double doors, inside was a droneling with long brunette hairstyles with roses seemingly blooming from it. Wearing a rose blouse with a black shawl thrown over the shoulders. Along with flexible black pants and knee high boots.

A tall golden alien stood next to the droneling, wearing a pirate looking dress shirt tucked into grey pants. They had black boots and a hood thrown over their brown-golden hair. Pointed ears stuck out of the hood, and their eyes glowed an emerald green.

A human, wait what?!, stood to the side. They had brown hair and wore a fox mask, wearing a 90 fashion black leather jacket with a plain white shirt tucked into black ripped jeans.

Another human sat on a worn leather couch. They wore a purple hoodie with black jeans and plum sneakers. He vaguely noticed a weird alien tattoo on his neck.

The conversation between the four stopped as they turned towards the people who just entered.

“Good morning your highness,” Wait what?? “Are these the two starlings who got lost?” The rose droneling addressed the nice host who housed them for two days.

“Ah, yes they are.” The host replied, “please introduce yourselves, since you’ll be staying together for two to three days.” With that they left, Tommy couldn’t help but wonder why.

“Well hello there, my name is Hannah. She/her, I am the medic of the crew.” The droneling introduced herself. Shining a comforting smile.

The gold alien spoke next, “My name's Foolish! He/him, I am the mechanic within the crew. I actually helped build this ship, alongside Sa- a friend…” Foolish corrected himself. He shook off a bad memory before smiling and turning to the man with the fox mask.

“I’m Fundy. He/him. I am the pilot and yet compared to the rest of the crew I barely run the ship.” The man with the fox mask introduced himself, he smiled and Tommy absentmindedly noted that he was probably a trickster. Though he couldn’t see his face, he could definitely tell he was smirking.

“And I’m Purpled, he/him. Head of security and communication.” The purple human introduced himself. He looked too young to know about weapons let alone secure the safety of the crew. He shrugged it off, most people would probably say similar things about him. He kept a straight face, seemingly bored of the interaction, yet his eyes held a shimmer of curiosity.

“I’m Tubbo, he/him. I was the gardener of the SBI Craft.” Tubbo kept the introduction simple and short. If Tommy wasn’t standing next to him he probably would’ve missed him shaking with anxiety.

“Er- I’m Tommy. Most likely the one that started the problems. He/him.” Tubbo lightly shoved him before turning back to the crew. They all wore similar expressions, ranging from concern and understanding, yet not one wore a pitiful expression. That was.. new.

“Welp,” Hannah clapped her hands, “we have a few basic rules and procedures to run through before boarding. It would be greatly appreciated if you would comply with them as they are all done for yours and the crew's safety.” She explained before heading over to a second door and pressing the button to open it. “Now please follow me.”

The procedures were quick, mainly checking vitals and double checking eating habits and allergies. She also gave them two sheets with bubble questions. Instructing them to be totally honest. Most of them being about mental health and things relating to that. For once Tommy was honest with it, he wasn’t sure why, but something told him too.

After the procedures she led them to another room with an illusion monitor. She turned on a cheesy safety video before going back to the previous room. The video brought him back to when he was twelve and he went to a laser tag place with his friends.

Right before the video ended Hannah stepped back into the room. Waiting until it was over before speaking.

“All of your vitals are relatively secure, though I am going to recommend a different diet to Philza for you to follow. It is mainly to get you two away from being malnourished and hopefully help your sleep habits.” She took out two sheets giving them to the boys. “You will also be getting extra vitamins and minerals.” She gave them both cards. “Please follow these for the next three to four months.”

“Now,” She brushed off her hands, “Let’s get you boys loaded!” Excitement filled Tommy’s gut. Maybe he would actually have a chance at going home.. It’s Tubbo’s not yours. His mind reminded him.

He shook it off and followed Hannah to the ship. Every fiber in his body shaking with emotions he couldn’t describe. And a strange aching in his heart settling in his chest.

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Chapter 11-End

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kadoodle · 3 years

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Hello there tumblr people, I am Kat’s friend who has stolen their phone, ask me anything you feel about Kat or me or just anything honestly. -E

#ask me things

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kadoodle · 3 years

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dreaM

#cursed dream smp #dream fanart #my original art

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Notes:

I am very sorry it is so late! My birthday was two weeks ago and honestly I have been stressed. Again thank you all so much for the support! All of the comments are lovely, sorry I haven’t been able to respond. Anyways I gift a longish chapter!!

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Warnings: Emotional manipulation, crying, cussing, mentions of pirates.

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Inspired by:

Humans are Space Velociraptors

By:FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain

Some kids come from storks, others come from crashed spaceships

By: mmmajora

Home Again, Home Again

By: teeth_eater

All works can be found on Ao3

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Ao3 link:

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Incase you missed:

Chapter 1:

Chapter 9:

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Chapter 10: “I have some news..”

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Eret woke up to the sounds of unidentified birds.

That was one of the stranger things about space.

Most people theorized about other intelligent species and what not, but from what she heard during her time on Earth, few even touched on alien animal species. And when the few did, they were mainly described as monsters or on a few occasions the pets of other intellectuals.

Still, it was easy to grasp the concept after it was presented to you.

He got up and started the morning routine. Frying eggs and bacon, or something close to it along with a plate of fruit and dried petals being prepared for one of the guests. After starting the tea kettle they made their way to the bathroom to get ready. Once done, they knocked out a few chores before heading towards the stairs.

It was strange. A sense of overwhelming dread came over him. The stairs, which had always been a comfort after a long day, seemed dark and ghostly. Every step added to the anxiety that filled a pit in their stomach. Taking a small breath they climbed the last step and approached the guest bedroom.

One consistent thing was that the room was always laid open for emergencies. Even though the commune itself was closed and relatively unheard of, that room had been filled with people from everywhere. All with a different story, family, connection, job, past, mood, etc. Only few had ever scared Eret to the point where they were relocated, and even fewer had ever escalated. For the most part, the guests that laid behind the door wanted nothing more than to get away from their old lives and start fresh.

Even with past experiences and a relative idea of what the guests had gone through, he found himself struggling to turn the door knob. Leaving a scared shaking hand to hover over the handle. So instead they simply knocked.

It took only two seconds for the two to be out of the room and alert. The droneling looked about ready to scold the human because of their messy golden locks.

The trick itself stunned Eret. It made them think back to the few times she had to stand in the same room as Dream. Shivers from the day still haunted her.

“Good morning.” Eret started, the two looked at the older with a concentrated glance. The droneling seemingly evaluating Eret while the other simply interested in what they had to say. “Please feel free to help yourself to the food down stairs. I left some eggs and bacon on the stove, along with fruits and dried petals on the table. I will be going out to do some chores for about an hour, please eat within that time. We will discuss further plans after I get back.” With that the older left, biting back the sour taste in their mouth.

They hated having to give descriptive orders, but it was one of the things you had to learn in a town full of traumatized starlings. Most wouldn’t eat if there wasn’t a direct enough order, and Eret was not a fan of people starving. Which is why they left room for free choice, in the quantity and such, yet the action itself was descriptive and had a time limit. Which in turn left little room for the brain to panic. Still it felt uncomfortable for them to have to use that against them.

They walked out of their apartment and wandered through the streets. Checking the usual things and making sure the morning routines were in order.

After securing everything and helping, and elderly person carry some boxes, they stepped into the most secure building in the colony.

“Good morning your majesty.” A communicator going by the name of Purpled greeted her.

“Good morning Purpled. Please set up table 23 for communication, along with the latest updates on the SBI and Dream Team crafts.” Eret calmly said while taking a seat.

“Right away, your majesty.” The young starling started on the task. Typing furiously and pulling up a few different search engines before relocating it to the main illusion.

“Alright,” Eret clapped their hands, “Please bring in Foolish, Fundy, and Hannah in please, we are currently holding two well known missing starlings.” With that Purpled contacted the three, but not before swallowing down a gasp.

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“Fix your hair.” Tubbo hissed at Tommy as he headed down stairs.

Tubbo was right, his locks were messy and unkempt. They even had a few twigs knotted into them.

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It took fifteen minutes to fix the unruly hair. That was bad. If Dream saw the mess he would most likely get that god awful spray he always used.

He stepped out of the room, checking down the halls to check for any danger or angry crew mates.

That was strange.. the halls were completely different. Not to mention there were no overhead lights, only lamps embedded onto the small cozy halls. And the walls were made of wood, the floor was a nice warm grey carpet.

As if a brick hit him in the head, the events of the night before flooded in.

He stepped down the stairs, to the smell of bacon, when was the last time he smelled that sweet homely smell?

He filled his plate with some eggs and a piece of bacon. There was really no set rule of how much he could eat, so he grabbed the portion Dream gave him if he did a good thing.

But you weren’t good. You ran away. Now Dream will have to reteach the poison out of you again.

He didn’t want that! He quickly put most of the eggs back into the pan and broke off a smaller portion of bacon.

He quickly ate the portions and ignored the stiffness that surrounded the pair.

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Incoming call… The_Eret

That was an unusual start to the morning. Nikki waved to an employee to man the storefront as she headed back into the staff room.

“Hello?”

“Nikki! You’re in contact with the captain of the SBI Craft pilot right?” Sure enough Eret’s voice reached through the com speaker.

“Oh my primes Eret! I honestly didn’t think it was you at first, but yes I am in contact with their pilot, why are you asking?” Her tone changed from sweet to serious in seconds, and she knew Eret could feel the sudden tension.

“I have some news.. don’t worry it’s nothing bad, but I just need to check something first,” Eret paused to recollect thoughts “from your interactions are they a good crew?”

Nikki was a little caught off guard by the question. The crew themselves were an interesting bunch. Everyone knew they were a craft that used to be designed for pirating. While that may have sounded bad to anyone who came from another part of the galaxy, anyone knew they were good people only really fighting a corrupt system. That was also portrayed through the brief interactions they had while they discussed developments on the starlings' whereabouts.

“I.. I would say they’re good people. All of them are stubbornly loyal. They haven’t done anything awful without a plausible cause and haven’t betrayed anyone’s trust yet. They are simply seen in different light by the ISF.”

Eret seemed to be satisfied with the genuine answer, “Good, that’s good. Send a message that I have news on the whereabouts of the missing starlings and would like to have a formal meeting in an hour, thank you Nikki.” They ended the call, leaving a chat room address and a shocked Nikki behind.

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Tubbo was planning something again.

He always had this stupid face whenever he was forming the next plan of attack or was trying to get him and Tommy more food. His ears always fell flat on his head, and his antennas twitched while he scrunched his face in concentration.

Oh well.

It couldn’t be anything too bad, especially since the other promised not to kill Tommy if he didn’t get in the way.. hold on there’s a flaw there, he never said he wasn’t gonna hurt Tommy..

As soon as the younger caught on, the older tackled him to the ground and restrained him.

“Oi! WHAT THE FUCK!” Tommy yelled, the older started shaking. Without warning Tubbo collapsed on Tommy causing him to be further trapped on the hardwood floor.

Tears from the droneling soaked Tommy’s shirt and he was overall confused. Never once had the other cried from emotional pain, only ever physical. The human was at a loss for words.

“I… I am so-sorry...” the droneling sobbed. “I was the o-one to take us t-to that stupid s-shop, and now w-we’re here.. The w-worst part is that we’re l-lost..”

His mind ran blank. He had never really been in a situation like this. He never really blamed Tubbo, only ever himself. He was supposed to do everything exactly how Dream asked, therefore it was his fault he got hurt.

“You really shouldn’t apologize…” The human started, “Neither of us knew what was about to happen. The shit we went through can only really be blamed on me. Plus the past is past, best not to think ‘bout it bee boy!” A small giggle came from the alien, “Really the only thing we can do now is take it one step at a time and get you home.”

“Thanks bossman..” with that the two had finally fallen into a comfortable silence.

The birds chirped and the morning glow was still in the air. Mother moved, in fear that if they did the other would disappear forever. A new hope blossomed in Tommy’s heart. Maybe he would finally have a real friend in this hell of a universe. And for once Tommy felt a genuine peace, even if he was laying on the cold floor of an alien’s apartment, but then again when did those details matter?

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“Hello.” Eret started, “As you may or may not know, I have information on the whereabouts of the missing starlings.” They looked up from their notes to briefly study the aliens.

One of them was shocked, they had curly brunette locks and looked to be on the verge of tears. They were positioned to the left of the captain. The one to the right was calm and collected yet couldn’t help the shocked glance they shared with the others. The captain was also on the verge of breaking down yet hid it behind a calm expression. So far these were good reactions, which definitely meant she made the right choice.

“The two starlings are both unharmed and are residents in my colony.”

“Oh thank the primes!!” The brunette breathed.

“For your information, I have no idea how they got to my colony or what happened to them.” The three shared glances, “As for transporting I cannot allow you on my planet directly simply for my colony’s sake, but I can transport them to Amari alongside a trusted crew who have already sworn never to harm any passengers. They will then be taken to Nikki who will house them until you arrive. I hope you understand the course of action.”

After a suffocating moment of waiting for the captain to respond the others came to a silent agreement. “We do understand, thank you for taking care of them. We appreciate your help.”

“It is no problem! I just hope I won’t have to do this again.” They sent a glare to the crew before ending the call.

The crew was already preparing the ship and supplies were being delivered to the dock. The only thing left to do was tell the strange starlings they had only met the night before.

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Chapter 10-End

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Literally everyone except Dream: Ima protect the children

Dream: I need minions

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Notes: I am posting every week now.. :/ <3 also sorry it’s shorter than usual, I did it within a day instead of a full week.

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Incase you missed:

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Humans are Space Velociraptors

By:FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain

Some kids come from storks, others come from crashed spaceships

By: mmmajora

Home Again, Home Again

By: teeth_eater

All works can be found on Ao3

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Warning: cussing, lots of pain, panic attack, mentions of blood.

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Chapter 9: Lost.

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What the fuck just happened?!

That was the only question racing through Tommy’s mind.

One moment he was finally drifting into a peaceful sleep, the next one of the crew members was getting him and Tubbo up and ushered them out of the ship. Now they were on an unknown planet attempting to gain any energy possible.

Once he finally blinked his tired eyes open, he looked at the surrounding terrain. They were in the middle of a field at night. Stars were the only thing lighting their patch of land. Soft flowers and grass flowed easily with the small chilly breeze. A forest was to their left, an ocean to their right. Both leaving conflicting peaceful aromas mixed with flowers and a crisp breeze. Behind them were huge cliffs blocking and hope of going that way. Leaving the only option to head to a town that lay ahead of them.

After he surveyed the environment he turned to his partner, who was currently sitting on the ground, presumably to read the land through the plants.

That was an interesting ability to find out. One night he found the droneling sitting next to a small plant, Dream had left, talking about what the others were doing. If Tubbo was connected to a plant his senses were tripled and he was even able to echolocate if other plants were connected to the one he was using. His eyesight was very poor in the dark leaving the crew to have to make night vision goggles, making him look even more like a bee. Sadly that was left on the ship along with the rest of their gear. All of which was Dream’s and only his.

“From what I am seeing there is a village ahead.” Tubbo gestured towards the plain in front of them.

“Affirmative.”

“We head there then. I will either have to crawl or hold on to you.”

“It would be better if I led you. You wouldn’t look as stupid then.” Tommy playfully responded, receiving a small sting from his counterpart’s nail. “I am just joking! You look stupid either way.” A hoofed foot kicked Tommy’s shin, and with that they headed towards the warm glow.

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“Dammit George!” Sapnap yelled into the pitiful night, which still felt like day in the busy port city.

“Language! And yes I am very mad at his actions too.” Bad added, which was unnecessary but only furthered the other’s rage.

The blazeling started fuming. His eyes turned into orange embers and smoke escaped out of his mouth, which only furthered as his fangs doubled in size revealing a glowing orange at the back of his throat.

The other shook his head and pulled the other into a tight hug. It was as if all pent up rage vanished, leaving only hurt and betrayal in his mind.

After a few hours of sitting at the end of the dock looking into the vastness of space, the pair got up and looked for new job opportunities, hoping to find at least one.

They wandered from place to place, before finally landing in a small bakery.

Even after four months of living a relatively normal life they felt lost within its seams.

Eventually Bad found a partner and became head manager of the small bakery, finally weaving himself into the domestic lifestyle.

As for Sapnap?

He was lost. Guilty, hurt, and cold to the world. He pondered on the thought of what he could’ve done differently so he wasn’t just discarded when his ex-best friend claimed to not need him.

His endless drifting led him to a casino. He met his fiancés who turned from fury to concern quickly after they noticed his disheveled appearance.

Only after the trio was reunited for three months did he let down his wall. It took two more months to confess to everything.

Surprisingly, they didn’t leave him to be lost again. They helped weave his story back into society, and he was found.

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“George…. Not Found.” A computer voice rang through the cabin for the twentieth time.

The captain pressed the code again, switching it mindlessly to another planet. His patience no longer there.

“George…. Not Found.” The captain’s hand punched the monitor, “ERROR” static filled the cabin and blood tainted the deathly clean smell.

He mindlessly walked through the halls and switched on a small illusion box and watched the ISF news for the hundredth time. Hoping that there was an update on the human’s whereabouts. And for the hundredth time no news was reported.

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They finally made it to the edge of the town. Slipping down a small alley they scanned the area.

Odd.. why weren’t the signs written in common? That was a law everywhere, it made it so much easier for people to understand the purpose of shops.

The lamps also seemed dated, and the buildings were a different kind of structure than what most towns used.

There were also strange illusions, they only moved within the confinement of the screen.

Tubbo turned to the human who stood shell shocked.

He turned his head to what his partner was staring at.

It was a human.

What the hell??

Tubbo started falling in on himself. His brain became a static escape. Tommy turned to the now panicking droneling.

The other human noticed the commotion.

They started walking towards the pair, which only led Tubbo into a more panicked mindset.

After a minute the world spun to a stop and he woke up in an unknown room, a human sitting beside him anxious beyond belief.

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They certainly weren’t expecting to find two teenage starlings panicking in an alleyway, on their nightly walk.

It started off wonderfully. The night was crisp and the colony was flourishing.

No one knew of the colony’s whereabouts and even few knew it existed.

Eret the monarch of the first non Earthian colony. It was full of refugees, most of which being humans, few having other heritage.

He usually took a patrol every night. Checking in on new colonists and shops. Reviewing stock supplies, and any suggestions from the colonists.

Most of the time nothing happened. But this time two starlings that have been circling the news for sometime wandered into an alley, luckily they were found by none other than the monarch of this land.

He was stressed to say the least. They were supposed to be under the care of two of the most well known ships on this side of the galaxy. Both of which had declared war on eachother.

On one end if he took them to the Dream Team ship, he would most likely be unscathed when it came to confrontation from the ISF. Yet they would know of the location of the colony and probably would attack him sooner or later.

On the other end, he would be handing off two starlings to the biggest pirates in the galaxy. Meaning they would have no obligation to keep the colony a secret if it benefited them.

She made the decision to talk to the two in the morning, when all of them are less lost when it comes to plans.

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The news struck all of the crew in the heart.

Two starlings were reported missing. Both said to be returned to the Dream Team ship.

None of them knew whether to be ecstatic or terrified.

Either one. The pair had figured out a way to escape, or two they were dead. Both are plausible when it comes to what Dream could’ve done.

Either way, tears streamed down all of their faces for the first time in months.

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There was one thing Tommy was sure of.

They were lost, within the vastness of space and had barely any hope to return Tubbo home.

Instead of taking the time to sleep, he voted to sit by the window and watch the town end nightly activities and start on morning routines.

He was tired, sure. But for the past six months he couldn’t find it in him to sleep. When he did it was dreamless and empty. Furious voices yelling at him for things he had done in both present and past. It was unbearably lonely and more often than not he got lost within the confines of his mind.

So instead he sat by a window, resting his head in his arms and staring at the people moving past shops and such. He matched stories with faces and entertained the idea that many of them had much worse lives than him. Or that they had better lives than he had ever known.

There was a pang in his chest, as he watched siblings walk through the streets carefree and happy.

His tears fell silently as he stared at the scenes.

He told many stories to himself that night.

He got no sleep.

And the galaxy’s pain crashed down on him.

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Chapter 9-End

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