in another world | wilnap |

chapter one

why was he doing this again?

oh yeah, his brother. sure the annoying, loudass, child could be a bit much, but when he showed up crying on wilburs door, wilbur couldn't let it be.

he wasn't even sure what happened. but tommy didn't cry. he had some mentality about not letting other people in.

but when wilbur opened his door to the boy crying his heart out, something was wrong.

they had taken a moment for tommy to regain himself. then he started.

sapnap wanted tommy to start a war with dream. and who was the "big man" to deny a war?

long story short, sapnap turned on his own damn war and left tommy without his favorite things, his discs.

wilbur used to play those discs when tommy was an actual child. phil wasn't around much, so wil was the next best thing to his father.

tommy had always looked up to him as well, so when the most memorable thing he had about his brother was taken, he was more than devastated.

everyone had told him he was being a crybaby and that he could always get more, but they were wilburs. and he couldn't let his childhood slip away from him just like that.

so, that's what led wilbur here today. tommy had gotten his discs back, but dream wasn't planning on leaving him alone.

every ounce of fun the kid had was taken. so wilbur stepped in.

"why don't we make a drug empire tommy?"

okay maybe not the best thing to say to your 12 year old brother but who cares.

"lmantopia? pog? oooh it's got to have pog in it. or maybe something to do with me being a big strong man. or maybe-"

tommy had been going on for at least an hour about the name for this 'drug empire'.

"what about... L'manburg?"

tommy gasped. it didn't take much to make him excited anyway.

"Wil that's perfect!"

and so they kept on walking.

they were already done with their caravan, they went back to tommy's "house", if you could really call it that, to go get some more supplies.

but when they arrived back at the caravan, wilbur saw the green hooded boy, accompanied by his partner in crime. sapnap

wilbur didn't have enough time to think twice about him, the name hurting too much, so he kept going.

"ahem where do you think your going?"

"going back to our caravan?"

dream slowly put his hand on the handle of his sword, leaving wilbur to pull tommy behind him.

"well if you would like to build on my land, it will be considered part of the dream smp"

"and why can't it be independent dream?"

"as i said it's my land, so thanks for the drug empire on the dream smp."

"well too bad dreamy"

and with that wilbur pulled a couple stacks of blocks out and started building.

"what do you think your doing?"

"well what does it look like? i'm building a fucking border"

wilbur jumped down from the tall wall, standing straight up.

"this is L'manburg which, if you wanted to know, does not fucking classify as part of the dream smp."

"i don't think you want to do this wilbur"

looking back at his little brother and his best friend, he knew.

"i think i really do dream"

"well then..."

"dream..."

"sapnap shut it."

as if they were both thinking the same thing, wilbur and dream both spoke out.

"Let's go to war"

and from there it started.