End Of The World ( Dream SMP AU )

Sickness

*2 Months Later*

The Dream team had went to Niki's bunker, with Drista's directions. They were looking to learn how to replicate the medicine Drista was given. They could be the ones to save the world, but they'd be taking Niki's hard work.

They had been at the bunker for awhile, Drista still wasn't talking to Dream. She would ignore him, if he wanted to talk to her he had to tell Sapnap to tell her whatever it was. Then when Drista needed to say something to Dream, she'd send it to him through Sapnap. Sapnap was like their little messenger.

"Sapnap, go tell Drista to come eat." Dream said through a yawn, he had been up for days. "There has to be a paper here with directions to curing an infected person...I'll find it."

Sapnap rolled his eyes and went to the room that used to be Niki's office. The zombie was long gone now. Dream killed him, and Drista insisted on burying him. Since she knew how special he was to Niki. Dream went along and buried him, but it didn't make Drista's grudge end.

Sapnap knocked on the door. "Dream said to come eat!"

Drista looked up from her paper. She had been drawing to pass the time. "Tell Clay to shove the can of soup up his-"

"Drista, you're a good kid and all but I will dropkick you. Get out here and eat." Sapnap was tired of being a messenger for two fighting siblings.

Drista put her pencil down and opened the door. "1, I'm a child you, can't kick a child. 2, I fight back pretty well."

Sapnap laughed and rubbed his eyes. "yeah, whatever. Come eat, before Dream force-feeds you."

Drista went out to the main area, and took the can of soup Dream opened for her. "If I eat anymore soup, I'm going to die." She complained.

"Yeah, well it's the only thing here." Dream reminded her.

"Sapnap...did you hear a murderer say something?" Drista acted as if Dream wasn't there.

"Jesus, Drista you have to get over it eventually." Sapnap went to go outside to get away from the siblings.

Drista ate her soup, occasionally glaring at Dream. Of course Dream felt bad, but at the end of the day he was just trying to protect his only family member.

Once Drista was done eating she left the bunker. Dream didn't stop her because the others were outside.

Drista went to Quackity who was practicing shooting cans. "Hey, you should let me try."

Quackity turned around and laughed. "Sorry, I don't want to fucking die. Dream would of taught you by now if he wanted you to use a gun."

Drista crossed her arms. "He let me use a gun before, I'm just not that good yet."

Quackity looked at Sapnap, who was just pacing out of boredom.

"Just let her try, everyone needs to know how to defend themselves. Especially her. If she really dies, this whole team is going even further into hell." Sapnap advised Quackity to let her try.

"Alright fine niña terca." Quackity loaded the gun and handed it to her. "Try not to shoot anyone..." Quackity said loud enough for Sapnap to hear.

"Oh get over it, it was an accident! You lived..." Sapnap mumbled. He was friends with Quackity at first, but lately they really didn't get along.

Drista rolled her eyes and aimed the gun at one of the cans. She took her shot, but ended up missing.

Quackity laughed, "yeah...that's why little kids don't shoot."

Drista took a bullet from him, without giving him a reaction. She loaded the gun by herself and aimed again. This time, she hit the can with no problems.

"You just got lucky..." Quackity told her.

"No, I just needed someone to spite me." She took another bullet and loaded the gun. She continued to shoot each can, hitting them perfectly each time. Then she handed Quackity the gun. "That's why little kids shoot."

She walked away from him, and went to sit under a tree.

Sapnap laughed, "she really outshined you, huh? That's tough...she's related to Dream, remember?"

Quackity went back to the bunker to hide his embarrassment.

Drista pulled a vile out of her pocket, and stared at the liquid. It was the cure to the infection. She didn't intend on letting Dream get his hands on it. Niki deserved all the credit. She'd keep it with her until it was really needed. "Your work won't be stolen...I promise." Drista whispered to herself, but hoped an angel could hear her.

Meanwhile At The Bad Lands:

Sam had recovered from his sickness, and was finally able to help around the camp again. It was perfect timing, because the tubblings had both become ill overnight. They went to bed fine, then woke up unable to breath properly. Puffy wasn't sure why it only affected them, and not Tommy or anyone else. Maybe it was because the tubblings liked to play around with the bunnies, and pick up cool rocks. They were the most likely to come in contact with harmful bacteria. Due to them touching pretty much anything they found.

It was so bad that Tommy had to stay with them while the adults were busy. They couldn't be alone incase they took a turn for the worst.

"Are ya alright?" Tommy checked up on Tubbo, who had just finished coughing up a lung.

"Y-yeah...is Lani alright?

"Last time I checked on her, she was sleeping. I think she's alright." Tommy nodded.

"O-okay..." Tubbo coughed again. "I feel like there's mud in my lungs." He tried to describe the feeling.

"If there was mud in your lungs, you'd be fucking dead." Tommy crossed his arms. "And you're not allowed to die, remember?"

"Yeah....I remember."

"Good...I'll get you some water." Tommy went and got his friend some water. Once he returned he helped him drink, since he was so weak. "Hurry up and get better so I don't have to be your slave." Tommy complained, but he didn't mind helping Tubbo. He knew Tubbo would do the same and more for him, if he was the one sick.

"I'm...trying..." Tubbo curled up on his bed and closed his eyes.

"Should I leave you to rest then?" Tommy nervously played with his sleeves.

"Mhm...thanks..." Tubbo mumbled and let out a few tinier coughs.

Tommy left Tubbo alone so he could sleep in peace. Though he stayed around the area, pacing. If one of the tubblings needed help, he'd hear them. Unfortunately even when he heard them, he didn't really know how to help.

An hour later, he heard Tubbo coughing violently. He went to check on him like a good friend would. "Hey, you alr-"

Tubbo gasped for air, and kept coughing. Tommy panicked, not knowing what to do in that situation. He knew Puffy and Skeppy were gone, But Sam should be just outside the gate. Tommy ran out and called for Sam.

Sam heard him and met him quickly. "What's going on?" He could see how freaked out Tommy was.

Tommy took a deep breath, and wished Tubbo could do the same. "Tubbo is worse, he really can't breathe."

Sam become concerned as he rushed to Tubbo's side. He was able to calm the boy down, which improved his breathing a bit. Tubbo was still struggling though, you could tell how hard he was working just to take a couple breaths.

"Puffy will probably know what to do, just help him stay calm until then. He started panicking and that only made the situation worse." Sam explained to Tommy, who was as pale as a ghost. He was getting tired of being scared into thinking Tubbo was about to die. One day it wouldn't just be a false alarm.