Headcannons - Dream Smp

My Tubbo

He woke with a gasp, clawing his chest for air, panting as he took his first breath.
The fresh ocean air filled his lungs, it felt like they had never been used before. Like wiping dust and cobwebs from an old library.
He slowed his breathing and took a second to observe his surroundings.
Where was he?
He didn't recognise anything, it was weird. He knew grass, he knew oak wood, he knew the sky, but everything in particular was.. Cloudy.
As he thought about it more, he realised he didn't remember anything. He was new, but how did he know what all of this was?
His neck craned up to the dirt tower above him, his tilted his head in confusion.
Why was he here?
He looked back to himself, at his own body, which he also did not recognise.
Skinny pale legs and tactical shorts, a white torn shirt with red arms. A funny way to dress, he liked it.
Upon looking at himself for longer, he spotted something. He lifted his hands infront of his face, he could see right through them. He couldn't remember much, but he knew that wasn't right.
Brushing it off he stood up, moving so swiftly that you could have mistaken him for a gust of wind.
He patted himself down, since sitting on the floor wasn't the most hygienic.
As he patted his hand fell upon something, cold and metal.
It shocked his blurred senses, a sickening feelings washing over him.
He fiddled with the object for a second, intrigued by its odd shape.
And then it came to him, he remembered something.
"My Tubbo" He whispered, the words falling out of his mouth without him realising, pulling him forward. "I wonder who that is, must be important" He shrugged, enjoying the sound of his voice.
A little red needle swung forward, pointing steadily out over the sea.
The wind blew as he looked up to the blue horizon, salty air pushing through him.
He hummed, still fiddling with the pendant around his neck.
He wandered over to the shore, feeling so peaceful and yet uneasy, and not to forget confused.
The golden orange sun bloomed as it fucked beneath the horizon, leaving a freckled night sky behind.
The not entirely corporeal boy squatted down, one arm still holding the compass, the other reaching to the rolling water.
As his fingers collided with the thin waves, a firey pain seased his arm. He pulled back and gasped, checking his fingers for harm. Soft whisps of steam floated from his finger tips, the skin seamed to melt and fall back together like liquid mercury until they were brand new.
"Note to self, water bad."
He stood up as he felt the chain pull harder at his neck, begging him to follow.
"Yeah ok ok, calm down have some b-" The tranlusent boy frowned, he forgot what he was going to say, or why he was going to say it at all.
A sharp pain knotted in his chest, almost like nostalgia, but on fire.
He shook his head and backed up, taking a final look at the strange new surroundings.
He felt as if he should find out what happened, why he was here and who he was, but a damp coat of unsettling peace stopped him.
He felt comfortable, happy even, he couldn't feel a single negative feeling in his soul, why should he leave?
He glanced at the compass again, the red needle shifting slightly.
Scrunching up his nose, he marched towards the nearest boat. Turning around one more time to stare up the ominous tower, before pushing the ores into action.
As he rowed, the stars above him seemed to travel with him, following him on his journey. Why did they care so much? Did he know the stars? Did they know him? He would find out.
As he pushed and pulled on the wooden ores, he did not look back at the lonely island. If he had, he would've seen a tall man, looking out confused to the distancing boat.
"Tommy?" A ghostly whisper floated away in the wind, too far for the blonde boy to hear. The figure faded into nothing, just yellow whisps following the breeze.
Tommy pulled and pushed harder, feeling more and more inclined to figure it all out the closer he got.
Soon, the sun began to rise again, and the movements of the red pin began to get larger.
As he spotted the land approaching, he felt the same anxiety build in his chest, but this time he noticed.
He looked where his hands should be, but nothing was there. He could feel the splintering wood, even if it was faintly, but he could not see his own hands. He had turned completely invisible.
The seemingly empty boat glided into the shore, two small black eyes watched from the rooftops.
Tommy flinched as a throaty squark let out, black feathers flying away.
He smiled once he realised it was only a bird, but the type of bird felt important.
The lands here were green, a sickening shade of green that made him feel an emotion he hadn't yet.
This land was sad, he didn't like sadness.
He followed his own feet until he found himself on a strangely familiar path, it all went so quickly that he didn't realise how swiftly he walked, almost as if he knew where he was.
It was so quiet, not even the wind echoed between buildings, his invisible feet made no sound against the oak pathway.
Purple flowers lined the ground around him, it felt familiar.
A small dirt mound with a door leaning against it stood before him, it made him feel nothing.
"Tommy's humble aboed" He read aloud to himself. "I wonder who he is."
A small poof of purple appeared behind him, a very miserable purple poof.
The stranger hummed to themself, gripping the same flowers that littered the surrounding ground. This guy looked funny, he was completely split in half. Black and white on either side, even different eyes to match. His cheeks were scarred with pale tear streaks, rolling from his eyes to his chin.
"Why did you do that Tommy, why didn't you just rat me out, I could've been there for you, I didn't mean for this to happen-" The very strange and tall man broke down, curling in on himself.
The translucent boy wanted to reach forward and pat the stranger on the shoulder, and comfort whatever he was going through. Whoever Tommy was must have been very important to him.
Taking his attention away from the enderling, he looked in the direction of the compass.
"I'm almost there" He whispered, holding the metal and glass in a tight fist.
The sniffling stopped, the person looking up frantically, only to break down even more, falling to his knees, mumbling something in a foreign language.
He strided in the direction, a magnet getting closer and closer to its other half.
On his way down the path he would mutter small unfamiliar sentences, such as "I'm coming Tubbo" and "Hold on Toby"
Something clicked in his brain, a single and simple joyful memory springing forward.
What should we name it?
Pog- pogland? Mantopia? Manburg!
No Tommy it's gotta be more European, how about LUH'manburg?
L'manburg!
"What is this place" He puzzled, as if he already knew the answer somewhere deep inside.
Rubble and rocks filled the ground, filling in something bigger. Strong wooden pillars dug deep into the gravel, holding up a quaint little village.
The compass pointed directly at it.
He started into a march, and then into a jog, and before he knew it he was running.
Wind shot past his ears as the structures arrived closer and closer.
The wooden frame creeked as he stepped onto the stairs, leading him up to the main platform.
As he looked at the compass he realised that the red needle would now move whenever he moved, meaning he was right inside. Whoever he was.
Forgetting he was invisible he nocked on the door, only for his fist to fall straight through. Shrugging, he stepped through the door and into the warmth.
A small fire crackled in the corner, simple flower pots hung around the room.
Something green was hunched in the corner.
"Tubbo?" He heard his own voice ring out, he was no longer invisible. Something about this person calmed him.
The small creature froze, panic coursing through its body, too afraid to turn around.
The boy cautiously turned around, his eyes wide with emotions. He was hunched over a similar necklace, infact, the more he looked he realised it was identical, but the needle pointed to him.
"No." The smaller boy demanded.
The blonde furrowed his eyebrows "What do you mean 'No?'" He retaliated, not meaning for it to come off as sassy as it did.
"Get out of here" His voice shook as large tears began to well up in his frightened eyes. His hands shaking the compass.
"I- what? Who are you?" He was conflicted, he wanted to leave but he felt so strongly to this stranger that he just could not.
His head tilted as the boy broke, tears finally falling and splashing onto the carpeted floors.
"Hey hey its alright, I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you" Still confused the semi-visable boy reached forward and layed his arm around the shaking rams back.
"I missed you" Came from under the fluffy brown hair as he wrapped his arms around around the blonde boy, hugging him shortly. "But you're not him."
He stepped back awkwardly "I'm sorry but I'm not sure what you're on about, who do you miss? Where did they go?" He inquired, not wanting to upset the boy any further. He noticed how he stared into his eyes, as if he was looking for something. The taller boy just looked back, lost.
Tubbo sighed, breaking the eye contact to stare into the distance.
"A friend, he used to live here. His name was Tommy" The tears stopped.
"What happened to him?"
"He's- he left me"
"That's not a very nice thing to do"
"I left him first, it's all my fault"
"It couldn't be your fault"
"That's something he would say"
The ghostly boy just stood awkwardly, looking for something to say.
"Oh um, that compass, I have one too. I woke up with it and followed it to you, all I could remember was your name." He lifted the compass, motioning towards the other.
The horned boy lifted his, his hands shaking.
"It's funny, this is so realistic, I am quite imaginative to come up with all of this" Tubbo let his compass fall back to his chest, where obvious tear stains lay. He looked out the window into the golden city, sparkling in the sun.
"Can I help you look for him?"
"Yeah, if you want, but I don't think I'll ever find him."
"Whys that?"
"He's gone somewhere very far away, somewhere I can't reach, at least not yet."
"Well maybe I could go for you, send him a message? Bet i could do it, I'm pretty sure i discovered just now that I'm the fastest in this whole place." He stood proudly, his head wiggling with a simper.
"Yeah? Tell him I'm sorry, and that I was wrong, he didn't deserve this. I do, and that he hopes he's still his best friend- e- even now-" His voice began to shake as tears welled up again, his breathing picking up.
"I'm sure he is, if he was your best friend then that means there is nothing you could do to stop that." He patted the sobbing boys shoulder. Tubbo looked up into the unsettling blank eyes of his vision "You think so?"
"I believe 100%"
"Thank you. Even if you're not real, thank you." Tubbo slowed his breathing and blinked his tears away.
"...I'm not real?"
"No, I made you up because I'm sad"
"oh"
They stood in silence, Tubbo now settled with his presence.
The door suddenly creaked as the purple poofs reappeared.
"Tubbo-" Came the crying man from earlier, but stopped still as he linked eyes with the boy in the room.
"What's wrong Ranboo?" Tubbo looked straight through the boy, as if he wasn't there.
"Tommy?"
Tubbos heart stopped, he gulped as he processed what his fiance had said.
"You- you see him too?"
The boy just stood confused, not knowing what to do with his arms.
"If you mean a see through Tommy stood in our house as if he didn't ki-" Ranboo stopped as he spotted his friend flinch at the upcoming words "Then yeah, I see him too." The very tall being closed the door behind him.
"Hello, you were crying outside that guys dirt pile just now." He smiled.
Ranboo looked back at Tubbo for reassurance that he wasn't asleep. Tubbo just looked back with equal confusion "Were you?"
"I- uh well- I wouldn't describe it as crying-"
"Yeah it was more of a full on break down ahaha bitch pussy boy" The words pushed out of his mouth for very unbeknownst reasons to him, but he continued with it anyway.
"It is you.." Ranboo lifted a hand to touch the boy in the room, only to receive and very big flinch.
"Ay ay what are you doing, don't touch me tall freak" He lifted his hands in resemblance to a taikwando chop.
"Excuse me see-through Tommy I just need to have a word with my fiance." The two hopped of the room, shutting the door in his face.
He frowned, but brushed it off. He noticed the shiney compass on the desk and went over to it. He held both of them together, the red needles wanting to touch.
"My tubbo" He remembered, looking at his own, then intrigued he whispered "My Tommy" Looking at the new compass he held.
"Am I...?"
The door swung open again, two very confused and uncomfortable adults at two very different heights stood and looked at him.
"Can I ask you both something?"
"Yeah." They said in unison, concern picking up in them both now, as they realised he was real.
"Am I Tommy?" He scratched his head, holding the compasses to his chest.
The pair looked at eachother, looked back to the boy, and then back to eachtohers, and then sighed.
"Do you not remember?" The taller one interviewed, slowly taking as seat opposite.
"Uuhhmmmm, no not really. I remember some emotions actually, like when I woke up I was panicked, when I arove here in... L'manburg... I remembered hope. When I saw Tubbo I felt happy, but there's not much." He wandered, tapping his chin.
"Well it's a good start, right Tubbo?" He looked over to the very traumatised looking ram. "You remembered L'manburg, which of course you did." Ranboo chuckled, reminiscent. But as he thought, he remembered. "Wait... Of course he did! Tubbo, you know Ghostbur?"
Tubbo perked up.
"Well you know how he can only remember things that made him happy? Like Tommy and L'manburg and music? But all that sad stuff was completely left behind? Surely he's the same." He motioned his hands towards the ghostboy as if he weren't there.
Tubbo frowned into a thinking face, then raised his eyebrows as he realised along. "Tommy you- you remembered me!"
"I thought I wasn't real...? What's going on, who's ghostbur?"
The two sucked in their lips at the dilemma.
"Tommy-" Tubbo tried
"Someone please all I remember is waking up at- at.." He trailed off, not remembering the name of the island.
"You didn't see Ghostbur there?"
"I already told you, I don't know who that is." He sat down next to Tubbo, crossing his arms.
"Well we can get into that another time but, he's a lot like you."
"Like me? What am I?"
The enderman leaned forward, inturrpting before Tubbo spoke "A Ghost, your dead. I'm sorry Tubbo we can't hide it from him."
Tubbo closed his eyes and breathed slowly, "Yeah, I think... You were Tommy"
The ghost boy just sat in silence, trying to process.
"Tommy was our closest friend, and I did something awful, which meant he was all alone and-" He stopped, his hand grabbing his chest "He was alone and hurt himself, I came to visit him but all I found was the tower" He looked away, unable to look at the imitation before him.
"Oh, thats what that was." New Tommy nodded, running it back through his head.
"I thought you'd be OK, Dream was supposed to-"
Tommys head spun "Dream! I remember Dream!"
Ranboo silently waited, concerned for the end of the sentence.
"My best friend, he was a real good guy you know? I didn't feel so alone." He smiled to himself, finding joy in the new memories.
Silence echoed through the room.
"Anyway, what were you saying about Ghostbar or whatever their name was. Hello?" He looked back and forth between the contemplative friends, waiting for a response.
Ignoring what he had said, Tubbo continued "Ghostbur was one Wilbur, he died, but he's alot different from Wilbur, he only rememberes the things that made him happy."
"I guess I was just always sad."
Trying to change the subject, Ranboo spoke up "Well we can't call you Tommy, like Ghostbur we need a name for you. How about Ghostinnit?"
Tubbo agreeing with the sudden subject change laughed along "What no? That's cringe, what about Phantommy? Or Ghommy."
"Yeaahh Phantommy is much better, Ghommy sounds like some disease."
Tommy smirked deeply before adding  "What about Phanny?"
They laughed loudly together for the first time in months, even since before he had died.
"Can I meet this Ghostbur guy? I feel like I could figure some things out if I spoke to him."
"Well we haven't seen him in a while actually, but he might come around at some point." Ranboo sighed
"I hope I get to see Dream again." Phantommy pondered, only good memories of the green man floating in his mind.
"Um To- Phantommy, where did you go?" Tubbo spun, trying to look for his old friend.
Suddenly he reappeared, sat right where he was. "Hm what? Oh did I go invisible again, I don't know it happens when I'm anxious I think, I don't why I was then, I was thinking about Dream why would that make me anxious?"
"We've got a lot to talk about."
The ghostboy whined, throwing his head back. "whhhyyYYyyYyyYy."
"Well you're definitely him, and we want to make sure you know who he was before you talk to anybody."
"Ughhhhh"

Part 2 maybe 😲👉👈🦵💪👁️👅👁️✨👀