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teddy06writes · 3 years

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With Ghastly Consequences

Part Two of A Dangerous Game

{I wasn’t going to do this till later but ThE IdEaS were flowing}

Requested by this anon: “I don’t mean to be a bother but if you could possible make a part 2 for the “a dangerous game” fic that you made? It was amazing!!”

and this one: “ Dude I need more poly Dream team with SBI family reader what if reader came back as a ghost but it’s like Ghostbur so she doesn’t remember everything?”

Sooo....

Dream x George x Sapnap x Reader + sleepy boys x sibling!reader

trigger warnings: yelling, swearing, mentioned character death (its you, you died in the last one)

premise: after your death, everything was hazy; this is an account of the events sparked by your ghostly return

(y/n/n)- your nickname

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You’d drifted, for a while, in a greyish abyss for a while, knowing that there was a choice to make.

The void, though being of course, a void of nothingness, was peaceful, and gave you time to come to terms with what had happened, and come to the solution to the question.

And as soon as that happened-

You were gone again.

“Philza!”

The man froze over the brewing stand, the bottles in his hands beginning to tremble, “(y/n)?”

“Dad!” You grinned as he turned around, looking dumbfounded, “I didn’t know you were coming here- when did you get in? Oh I can’t believe you finally came!”

“D- Do you not remember?” His voice was low, shaking almost as much as his hands.

“Course I remember- well I remember some stuff. Like you and Tommy and Techno and Home and- and Pogtopia- and Dream and George and Ni- Sapnap- oh- wait-” your voice dropped to a whisper, “You know how they were- y’know, my partners?”

Your father nodded.

“Don’t tell Wil,” You said quickly, “He’ll get mad.”

He nodded blankly again, still staring at you.

“Well what's with you? Why’re you looking at me like that?”

“Y- It’s just- your back. I- I was devastated- more than- when WIlbur- er- when you died. But n- but your back.” There was quiet relief in his voice.

You nodded, “Course I’m back. Like you could get rid of me that easy.”

Phil dropped the bottles onto the crafting bench, rushing forward in an attempt to embrace you.

You shuddered as he passed through your spectral form, sadly mumbling, “Uh, yeah. I kinda pass through things now.”

Phil smiled sadly, “Still, your back, come on, come on, lets go find Techno, he should still be around here.”

You nodded, following him down that ladder, “That's what I wanted to ask, where is here? Why are you out in the arctic?”

“Oh, uh, just to get away from everything, you know who Tech hates his governments.” Phil attempted a joke.

“Oh, yeah- I wouldn’t want to be there with Shlatt either. Strange he didn’t just go back to pogtopia though.”

Technoblade looked up from where he was sharpening his axe, at first his face reading confused, then guilty, the carefully blank, “Things have changed (y/n). People, change.”

“Like Wil? I rember Wil being mad about something- do you think- no it wouldn’t be that, I was careful.”

Techno winced, glancing Phil’s direction, “Uhh, we- we don’t talk to Wilbur any more. Not- not since he- er- not since you died.”

“That man is no son of mine.” Phil spat.

You looked at him confused, “What happened? Did you get in a fight?”

“It’s- not our place to tell you.” Techno said finally.

“hmmm, okay! So what have you guys been up too?”

You hummed a tune, drifting down the prime path, headed towards L’manburg, toward home

Phil and Techno had warned you that things had changed since your death, but that didn’t deter you from going back.

Coming over the hill, you looked over your beautiful country, the walls, which you knew were gone, seemed to be partially rebuilt, and distantly you could see Fundy over seeing construction.

At first glance everything seemed fine, but as you got closer the atmosphere seemed to change, a sort of anxiety hanging in the air over the city.

Slowly you floated up to the platform your nephew was standing on, “Fundy! You’re rebuilding the walls!”

The fox jumped, “(y/n)?”

“When Techno said things had changed I didn’t think he meant Shlatt was putting the walls back!”

“(y/n)- your- your back?”

“Course I’m back,” You chuckled, “You miss me fur ball?”

“I- you- your back?” He repeated.

“Yeah, what’s going on round here? Why’d Shlatt have a change of heart- wait- did we win? Did I die and miss us winning? Is Wilbur putting the walls back-”

“Wilbur isn’t here any more.” Fundy interrupted bitterly.

Your brow furrowed, “Why is everyone mad at him?”

“Come on, lets get you too Ranboo, Tommy and Tubbo, they’ll-” He sighed motioning for Jack Manifold to take his place, “Well they should tell you at least part of it.”

He led you down off the platform, toward the podium that still stood in the center of L’manburg, at your look of confusion explaining, “Ranboo’s a new comer. Uh- he’s- different, half enderman, we think, eye contact isn’t his thing, so be aware of that.”

You nodded as he pushed open the door, “Hey- guy’s drop what your doing, this is important-” there was a small thud, “No not literally Ranboo- it’s a figure of speech.”

You drifted past him into the room, smiling at the flustered looking enderboy, your brother, and his best friend, “Hello!”

Tommy’s breath hitched, his lip beginning to tremble, “(y/n/n)?”

“Hi Tommy! Hi Tubbo! Hi person I’m assuming is Ranboo!”

The tall boy waved awkwardly, “Hi?”

Fundy cleared his throat awkwardly, “Uh, I have t’get back to work. They’re- confused. I-” He gave Tubbo a ‘this is your problem now’ look before quickly turning and leaving.

“Uhh... (y/n). You’re- back?” Tubbo laughed as if he couldn’t believe it.

Tommy was still staring at you in shock, “(y/n)?”

You drifted across the floor to be near him, “Tommy what’s wrong?”

Your brother burst into angry tears, “I thought you were gone! I thought that he took you away from me! He- he fucking thought- that bitch thought he could take away my sibling! Just- just because of some- of some fucking-” He fell off into hiccups, tears still falling down his face.

“That bastard! He- he fucking killed- he- and for what? Cuase he didn’t fucking like who you were seeing?” Tommy muttered, moving back past Ranboo to sink into a chair.

“Who? Who didn’t like it?” You asked.

Tommy let out a bitter laugh as Tubbo looked at you sadly, “It’s- nothing.”

“Hmmm, well, what’s going on here then? Did we win the war?”

Tubbo nodded, “Wilbur- isn’t here anymore, he- he- sort of betrayed us, and we chased him out. So we’re rebuilding the walls, so he doesn’t do anything else, and me and Tommy are co presidents.”

You nodded, but were still confused, “What did Wil do? Is it why Phil said he wasn’t his son any more?”

Ranboo gulped awkwardly, “Uh- from what- er I- uh heard, yes.”

“hmmmm, I hope it wasn’t anything too bad.” You sighed.

You stayed with them for another hour, talking about L’manburg, and the presidency, until Niki arrived, breathless, having heard you were back, “(y/n/)!”

“Niki!” You looked over her, something seemed off, less bright, less Niki.

She glanced around the room, “How about we go for a walk, to catch up?”

There was something desperate in her voice, and you weren’t stupid enough to ignore it, “Of course.”

She gave you a strained smile, motioning to the door, “Let’s go then.”

Soon you were out wandering through the city, many of the crowds were gone, though you could see signs of life in open windows, and small restaurants, “Niki what’s going on here? Something isn’t right.”

“Nothing is right, not since we got rid of Wilbur.”

You looked up at the walls, now seeming to loom twice as tall as they once did, “Tommy and Tubbo- they’re anxious about something.”

Niki nodded, “The whole country holds its breath. Tommy is angry, and Tubbo is paranoid. They think Wilbur will blow up the country, and that he’ll have help, the walls, the security checkpoints- none of this is what L’manburg was founded for.

“The people are terrified, everyone tells them something different, they’re waiting for the country to be driven into the ground.”

You gulped (can ghosts gulp?), “Well that isn’t good. Maybe- Maybe- hmmmm, Maybe you should be in charge Niki! You- don’t tell the others- but I think you’d make a better president than any of them!”

“If I could I would (y/n), but it’s not that simple,” She smiled sadly, looking around with a sigh, “Why don’t you go find your boyfriends? Have you gone to see them yet?”

~~ “Georgie!”

The King blinked, quickly pushing back the small sense of hope, he was just imagine things again, he thought to himself, he had to be.

“George what’s wrong?”

The voice was closer now, and it was the cold sensation at touched his shoulder that convinced him it was real enough to look, blinking in surprise again at your gray form, hovering next to his desk, “(y/n/n)! Oh my god! (y/n/n)!”

You grinned, “George!”

“Your back!” The goggles were quickly pushed off his face, dropped down onto the top of the desk, “Y- your really back!”

You nodded eagerly, “I missed you! Well- I mean, it wasn’t that long that I was gone. At least I don’t think- anyway I missed you!”

“I- (y/n) it’s- it’s been nearly a month.”

You cocked your head, “Huh, that's weird.”

“George who are you talking...” Nick trailed off as he entered the study, “(y/n)?”

You could see the tears in his eyes as you awkwardly waved, “Hi Nicky.”

“Holy shit.” He muttered, “I- we thought you were gone- I mean- when- when Wilbur...”

“When Wilbur what?” You asked with a chuckle, “Everyone keeps saying he’s done something, but no one’s told me what.”

Both men froze, sharing a looking, “Don’t worry about it.”

Nick quickly swiped away tears, “So your back?”

You nodded, “I’m back- hey, have you guys noticed how L’manburg’s being all weird now? Niki says Tommy and Tubbo are running the country into the ground.”

“Well- they’ve refused all foreign aid, we tried to offer them help- after the war, paying for damages and such after they sorted out there Wilbur problem,” George sighed, “And so far only Eret’s tried reaching out to talk to us, help with our Dream problem.”

“Yeah, where is Dream? I miss him and I can’t ping him, cause ghosts don’t have com tablets.”

“Even if yours hadn’t broken it wouldn’t help. He disappeared after Wilbur- did that thing,” Nick sounded all to broken for your liking, “He hasn’t answered any of our messages.”

You frowned, “Well that's not like him. Maybe he just left his tablet somewhere- or maybe he just got busy doing something again, you know how he gets during manhunts.”

“(y/n),” George tried gently, “He- smashed his com tablet, said something about going off the grid, undermining the server. He probably isn’t coming back.”

You froze, hover in silence for a moment, “No. No that’s not true- he wouldn’t- he wouldn’t leave us! You’re lying to me! He loves us! He’d never leave! It’s not true! He wouldn’t do that! Your lying!”

Nick seemed shocked at the outburst, “(y/n)- we were just as upset but he left- gone insane-”

“STOP LYING TO ME!” You exploded, “He wouldn’t do that! I know he wouldn’t! Your just lying!”

They watched you sink to the floor, spectral tears flowing down your cheeks, mumbling, “You’re lying, you’ve gotta be lying, he- he wouldn’t he wouldn’t do that.”

“Wilbur!”

Your brother flinched, he’d planned for this, he reminded himself, as soon as he heard the rumor's.

“(y/n).” He stood up, turning to face you, ignoring how he’d begun to shake.

He didn’t regret what he’d done.

At least that was what he told himself.

He knew what he had had to do, and he done it, and he had no regrets for his actions, because it was all in the plan.

“Wilbur what’re you doing outside L’manburg? I thought they said they chased you out.”

“I missed it.” He said simply, forcing back the choked noise that had started in his throat upon seeing your grey floating form.

“Did you miss me? George and Nick said I was gone for almost a month, that that was how long you and Dream were gone for.”

“Don’t fucking talk about that man.” Wilbur spat.

At your face of shock and horror at what you said Wilbur grinned, “Oh yeah, I know all about them (y/n). Them, and You, and everything before your death.”

“Why do you hate them so much?! Can’t you see that they make me happy?! What did they ever do to you?!”

“THEY TOOK AWAY MY SIBLING! MADE YOU TURN AGAINST ME! AGAINST L’MANBURG!” Wilbur yelled.

Tears started to slip from your eyes again, “Wil, I never turned against you- your my brother, I love you. Why is it so hard for you to see I’d never turn on you? Who I love has nothing to do with it.”

“Oh it has everything to do with it!” He laughed, finally managing to shut off the tiny part of his brain that screamed at him to stop, “You’re fucking dead because of it!”

You blinked, “N- no! It’s not because of them! I died in the war! Dream was trying to protect me! I died so we could be free again!”

“No (y/n)! You are so fucking stupid! Your dead because I killed you! I killed you because you were turning against me! Because it was the only way to get those fuckers to get there hands off you!”

You let out a choked sob.

“And guess what? I don’t regret anything. I killed you so that they would suffer! Suffer from loosing you the way I had! And it worked and so none of the cost matters!”

“No wonder everyone’s mad at you,” You sad shakily, “You’re a monster Wil.”

“And I’m not the only one.”

He sounded almost proud, gesturing his chin upward, at a patchwork of scaffolding as being stretched across the sky above L’manburg, distantly you could see someone in a neon green sweater running across the top.

~~ “Dream, what are you doing?”

The man only sighed at the serious voice, “Getting revenge. It’s what they would have wanted.”

“Is it?”

He finally turned away from the contraption, staring through the slits in his mask at the Spector that hovered in front of him, “So you really are back.”

“Dream,” You could almost see the wall he had put up when you died, repeating, “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to destroy L’manburg.” His voice was cold, steely, too close to that which you remembered from the day he and Tommy had their duel.

“You think that’s going to make things right? You think that’s going to put me- my spirit to rest?”

He faltered, “It has too. Wilbur killed you, and now he’s going to pay.”

Slowly you moved closer to him, across the narrow walk way, “Clay why did you leave them? When did you break your com tablet? You knew they needed you.”

“I- I had too.” The smile on his mask was all to haunting, a broken reminder of the past.

“They needed you and you left them. You put them aside, for this? To be a villain?”

“If I’m a villain then so be it.”

Down below the people of L’manburg were beginning to raise alarms as you spoke, “They love you. I love you. You don’t- you don’t need to be the villain my love.”

Slowly he reached up, slipping the mask off his face, “I know, I know but- but this is the only way.”

Gingerly you reached out, hovering your hand right where it would rest to cup his cheek, “It isn’t the only way. You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to cause this destruction.”

“It’s the only thing I know how to do,” There was anguish seeping in to his voice, “I don’t know if I can do anything else.”

You longed to embrace him as he fell to his knees, “You don’t have to do this Clay.”

“I don’t know how! I don’t know any other way to make Wilbur pay!”

“Clay look at me, look at me, there is another way- you don’t have to do this, We love you- we miss you- Nick, George and Me, we can just, climb down and go and find them and then run away together, leave this all behind!”

“Keep them safe.” He sniffed, wiping away angry tears.

“Yeah- yeah- we can build a little cottage, and plant flowers in the window boxes- and forget all about this,” You were phasing back into the material world, nearly by Dream’s sheer willpower as he pulled you into his arms, “And we can forget all about this, but only if you don’t do this.”

“I don’t know if I can... (y/n) I don’t know if I’m strong enough.” He sobbed.

“You are darling. You are. You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to do this Clay, we love you.”

He sniffed, sitting up a little, one of his arms reaching away, both of your breathing unsteady as you looked up at him, desperation in your eyes...

And then the tnt hit the ground.

The world exploded into fire, ripping away his words:

“I love you too.”

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shyrose57 · 3 years

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Dream SMP Mer AU.

Staff:

Tubbo: A new intern at the Smp Sanctuary for Magical Aquatic Creatures, mostly working under Professor Eret Kingslin. Has studied a lot about sea-bound creatures, and knows things about them that even some of the top researchers do. Tubbo seems to have slotted fairly well into the faculty, and all the mer have taken to him rather quickly, the Sleepy pod especially. There’s a target on his back.

Eret: A researcher at the Smp, they specialize in ethology and anthropology, but dabble a bit everywhere, since her co-workers often require her assistance. One of the most organized people there, and a lot of people defer to him, even if he’s not the actual head researcher. Eret may have some Mer blood of their own in them.

Antfrost: On site veterinarian, who works with the non-magical animals of the Smp, except for in emergencies. Though ever since Dream’s pod took a liking to him, he’s been eased into working with them as well, despite his protests-he doesn’t really like getting wet.

Sam: Head of Maintenance. Sam has a degree in a lot of stuff, ranging from architecture to electrical engineering. Pretty amicable with everyone, but despite his friendliness, nobody dares mess with them. He pretty much runs everything, it’d be incredibly stupid. Has a soft spot for the younger residents of the site. Also has a service dog named Fran who helps out around the site.

Fundy: College student interning at the Smp for extra credit he needs to pass his Marine Biology class. He wasn’t expecting it to be as hard as it was. Works mainly under Sam, due to his experience with machinery. Has some Mer blood he’s unaware of, though the Mers definitely recognize it in him.

Karl: A journalist who was originally only supposed to do one article on the sanctuary. However, after an incident involving some pushy tourists, and a community tank, Sapnap and Quackity took a liking to him. So now his assignments focus solely on the sanctuary and other sea-related areas. Honorary staff member.

Pods:

Sleepy Pod(dubbed by Fundy): Phil, Techno, Wilbur, Tommy, and Ranboo.

Dream’s Pod: Dream, Sapnap, George, Bad, Skeppy, Punz, and Purpled.

Species:

Dreamon: A species of Mer that originates from the End(an area under the ocean floor, and something of an entirely different dimension). They’re known to be quite strong, with unique abilities-usually mentally related, and are identified by their pale coloring and vibrant eyes. Incredibly rare though.

(Dream is one, Ranboo is half)

Harpies: Sea-bound avians that share the same power as sirens. They can be identified by their glossy, waterproof wings, and alluring voices. The older ones are territorial and stand-offish to those outside of the flock, and the younger ones are fiercely guarded, so they are very rarely seen.

(Philza and Quackity are both one)

Nethers: More of a broad term for the creatures that reside within the depths of the Nether floor(a boiling area just along the sea floor, filled with active volcanoes and underwater lava caverns. Some of the species of Nethers include Boars, Hogs, Rotted, Blazes, and Weepers. Almost all of them share violent instincts.

(Techno is a Boar Mer, Sapnap’s part Blaze)

Tropical Mer: Another broad term for mer that tend to reside in warmer waters, sharing their coloring and species with many tropical fish. The majority are quite playful and friendly, and there’s numerous historical writings of these mer saving fishermen or young children from the sea.

(Niki is an asian arowana mer, Purpled is a dolphin mer)

Abyssal Mer: Mer that reside in the darkest depths of the sea, just between the Nether floor and the End. Not much is known about their kind, though they’ve gained the monker ‘sea demons’ for their often demonic appearances. They have strong grasps on magic, and use it fairly often.

(Bad is one, Sapnap is half)

Twilight Mer: Mysterious mer with many strange features and abilities, such as(but not limited to) gem-like scales, luminescence, and color-changing skin. Almost nothing is known about their kind, though some theorize they may hail from the End. However, it’s uncertain, as the only known ones have been found in mixed pods, and they’re incredibly hard to identify.

(Skeppy and George are both one, and Ranboo is half)

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