Dream SMP Oneshots

Apocalypse AU

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ok so apocalypse and shit
c/w: undead, depictions of gore (not in too much detail), blood
kinda weird ending ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
anyways enjoy :))

Word Count: 1328 (not including a/n)
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It was supposed to be fun.

The first time everyone in the SMP had met all at once together.

TwitchCon.

Fun, right?

Wrong.

About halfway through the first day, things went to hell.

A tornado siren went off. The sky was clear, but something was very wrong.

Tommy had been with a group consisting of Phil, Dream, George, Sapnap, Tubbo, Techno, Wilbur, and Ranboo. He could only hope the others were okay.

But then he got separated by the mobs of people panicking.


That was three days ago. Or was it four? Tommy wasn't sure anymore. It could've been a week.

He was alone. Only the sounds of birds chirping filled his ears, the only thing keeping him sane.

He had learned what happened pretty fast.


Some sort of plant had exploded or some shit, and the people inside had died, but hadn't. It was confusing.

Basically, the state of California was turning into the Walking Dead.

Tommy was terrified for the first day. He had been chased down by some of the infected.

He could never get the image of them out of his head.

Flies floating around them, landing on their green-tinted skin. Their hair had basically fallen off and their eyes were white. Bones poked out here and there and flesh dangled from places on their bodies.

It was enough to make Tommy want to vomit. But he had to keep moving. Away from the main city areas.

He hoped his friends were alive.

He hoped they were okay.


The blonde was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a twig break. His grip on a hatchet from a fire escape he had found tightened. 

The birds were quiet.

They were quiet when the undead were nearby. Tommy had started to pick up what their calls meant pretty fast.

Soon the green-looking monster of a creation stumbled towards him. He swung the hatchet and killed the zombie. How he could kill an undead still confused him, but he wasn't complaining. He still had his life. That's all he needed.

He just wanted to get home.

Tears welled up in his eyes and he quickly wiped them away. 

His parents were safe at least. They had trusted him enough - surprisingly - to go on his own to TwitchCon.

He sighed and began to trek further into the trees. He had to get away from the city.

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Wilbur paced around, nervously fiddling with the hem of his jacket.

Outside, groans and occasional roars from zombies pounding at the reinforced fence could be heard.

"Wilbur."

The man stopped pacing and looked to the doorway. Phil was there, leaning against the doorframe.

"Yeah?"

"Food's ready." 

"Oh, okay." Wilbur inhaled.

Phil sighed. "Everything's going to be fine, Wil," The blonde reassured, stepping into the room. "He'll be okay. Tommy's a strong boy."

"But what if he's dead? Or hurt? What if-" Wilbur was about to go on rambling about the teenager until a strong pair of arms wrapped him in a comforting hug.

Wilbur broke down sobbing, burying his face in Phil's shoulder.

"He'll be okay, mate," Phil hummed. "He knows not to be in crowded areas, yeah? We'll find Tommy."

Wilbur nodded into the fatherly figures shoulder.

"C'mon, they're waiting on us."

Wil straightened up and wiped his face, following Phil out of the room.

The group had found an abandoned prison or something like that. They were able to break in and use the resources the building had and what they had gathered to keep themselves stable. Service towers had been destroyed or broken from the plant explosion or from zombies running into them, so no one could call. They had to get out of the state and find somewhere safer to call.

And they could've left, but they wanted to find Tommy first.

Wilbur trailed after Phil once they reached the cafeteria, eyes wandering the gray and white walls. Paint was peeling here and there, and in other places there was just a missing patch of white paint, revealing the gray bricks underneath. At one end of the room was a kitchen, where metal could be heard moving around as someone cooked. Scattered around the room were round tables with benches connected to them, and right beside the kitchen was a line of trash cans.

Wilbur automatically moved over to the kitchen area. It had been a week. A week stuck in America. He shuddered.

He got a tray of food from Sapnap, who was surprisingly one of the people cooking. The brunette thanked him and went over to a table with Phil, Tubbo and Techno. He sat down with a shaky sigh and stared down at his food.

Techno hummed beside him, placing a hand on Wil's shoulder.

Tubbo was quiet. He had been most of the week. Phil sighed.

"We'll find him, it's going to be oka-"

"CAN YOU PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP SAYING THAT?" Wilbur shouted. "HE MIGHT BE DEAD FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" 

The room had gone quiet. Tears threatened to spill out of Wil's eyes. Tubbo was now crying, face buried in his hands. Phil stared at Wilbur with wide eyes.

"Wil, you need to calm down-" Techno mumbled.

"NO! HE COULD BE INJURED OR SOMETHING, AND WE'RE JUST SITTING HERE. SITTING HERE AND HOPING HE'LL FIND US!" 

A few tears slid down Wil's face, but he didn't seem to care. At some point he had stood up, apparently, so he sat back down slowly.

Suddenly he was dragged into a hug by Techno. He held on tightly as if his friend would also disappear. He clutched Techno's shirt and buried his face into Techno's shoulder, sobs shaking his body.

Then Dream's voice reached his ears.

"We can go look for Tommy. We have guns thanks to this place. We can go looking for him tomorrow."

Wilbur lifted his head to meet Techno's eyes for a moment, shocked to find the man also tearing up. He turned his head to look for Dream, finding him standing behind Phil with George and Sapnap. Ranboo was walking over nervously.

"We're going to find him."

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Tommy growled, hacking down a door and walking in cautiously. He had found a rural-ish area and started breaking into houses that looked abandoned.

He sighed and walked in. Maybe he could find more medical supplies. Tommy had found a backpack in one house. It was just full of school supplies and shit, so he dumped it out and took the bag, stuffing non-perishables and medicine stuff inside.

There was a large building in the distance he had seen before breaking into the house, so he wasn't sure if he should go there or not. 

Could be a horde of zombies there. And to be frank, he wanted to keep breathing.

Tommy left the house after stealing what he could from it. He hummed softly as he heard the birds chirping.

Then the birds flew out of the few trees around the area, and he froze.

What the hell was that noise?

He shook his head and backed into the doorframe, holding his hatchet tightly.

Tommy listened for a moment.


That wasn't a zombie.

That was a fucking car. 


And he knew for a fact the brainless mutations couldn't drive. Sometimes their arms or legs would be missing.

He moved out of the doorway and saw a jeep-like vehicle moving down the road.

"HEY!" Tommy screamed, waving his arms in the air. "OVER HERE!" He coughed. He hadn't used his voice in a while.

Whoever was driving seemed to noticed and the car moved faster, coming to a stop a little ways from the house.

Someone hopped out of the vehicle and shut the door, running around the car as someone got out of the passenger side.

Tommy stared at the duo as they came closer. 

They were alive.

"Oh my fucking-" One of the figures gasped and ran over to him.

"Wilbur?" Tommy whispered. He dropped the hatchet and was quickly pulled into a hug. Tommy grabbed onto the jacket Wilbur wore tightly.

"I thought you were fucking dead," Wilbur muttered. "We thought you were fucking dead."

"TOMMY!" 

Tubbo.

He was alive.

"Tubbo?"

Wilbur let go. 

"TOMMY!" Tubbo yelled again, nearly taking the two of them down as he ran over to hug his friend.

God, his friends were alive.