Welcome to Scelus City | Dream SMP Crime AU

Chapter 1 - Someplace in the Woods

Cars rushed by, kicking around the garbage that littered the ugly city streets. Crowds of people passed each other on sidewalks, feet stepping swiftly to get wherever they were heading. Noisy chatter, the squeal of buses stopping, the rumble of the underground passing subways, advertisements playing, the wind blowing past. The city was always busy.

Two boys ran down the sidewalk together, pushing their way through the crowds of people with haste. One had dirty blonde hair, tossed about as a messy poof on his head and he wore a white T-shirt with red sleeves. He held the second boy by the wrist, guiding him as they ran. He was clearly younger and had little nubby horns that poked through his fluffy brunette hair, he wore a green button up shirt, and noticeably had furry grey goat legs with tiny hooves that clacked against the sidewalk with each step.

The younger boy ran with one hand clenched against his chest, carrying a satchel, while the other hand was held by the older, dragging him through the streets. The satchel began slipping from his hands as the two ran. He struggled in an attempt to put it on and over his shoulder, but failed as their running jostled his movements too much. Not too far behind the boys, it became apparent why they were running down the streets so hastily.

Suddenly, the older boy yanked the younger into an alleyway between the buildings and they quickly hid standing against a wall behind a dumpster. A man dressed in a merchant's uniform ran past the alley yelling out to the boys in a fit but continued on down the sidewalk, having not noticed the two sneak away. After a few moments, the older cautiously peeked out from their hiding spot, looking around for the man. Not seeing them anywhere near, he motioned to the other boy and they made a run for it, going through the streets between traffic and continuing on towards the city park just a few blocks down.

With the park now in sight, the boys slowed down a bit and decided to walk the rest of the way, catching their breath and giggling to each other about what had just happened with the man. Arriving in the park, they almost immediately walked off of the path and into the deeper forest leading away from the filthy, noisy city.

Now the only sounds to be heard were the rustling of leaves in the wind and the chirps of birds as they sang. The boys happily walked along, the younger hopping over and climbing on little rocks along the walk. The two soon arrived at what could have been called a clearing. There was a ring space surrounding one large, lonesome tree, and space that had most likely once been just grass, but was now overgrown with weeds and wildflowers, as well as spiky bushes that crunched when the boys stepped over them.

Resting in the branches of the lonesome tree stood a treehouse with a rope ladder that hung down to the ground. It was old and weathered after supposed years of abandonment in the forest, but it was sturdy, built well in its early days. The two boys climbed up the old ladder towards the top and headed inside, ducking under the overgrown branches that somewhat blocked the entrance.

Inside, there lay a few scattered items. Some tattered blankets in a corner, a small cooler with a bag of pretzels and water bottles by its side, a few toys in a basket, all broken or soiled in one way or another, and maps. Tons of maps pinned to the walls of the little wood house. They were all taken from various places, maps of subway systems, the city park, a nearby mall, even maps taken from various restaurants and shops advertising their locations.

The boys sat down and dumped out the satchel, its contents now scattering the floor. There was money, both cash and change, jewelry of many types, as well as a few random candies and acorns picked up along the way. The older boy gathered the valuables as the younger gathered his treats, placing them back in the satchel and putting it to his side. A little safe box was taken from a hidden compartment in the roof of the house and placed gently on the ground. The older reached into his shirt, pulling out a small key that had been tucked away, hanging on a necklace chain. He slipped the key into the lock on the box and opened it. They quickly dropped the valuables into the box, clunking and ringing as it fell into a small collection of other various, shiny, expensive items. The box was quickly locked and put back into hiding afterwards.

"Tommy?" the younger spoke softly.

"What's up Big T?" the other boy replied, having now gone off and sticking his hand into the melted icy water of the little cooler, searching for a snack.

"Do you think we could just hang out for the rest of today?"

"You tired out already?"

"A bit, yes..." the little boy answered with a yawn as he plopped himself down on the blankets from the corner.

"I guess we could do that. We've had a good run today, eh? I'd say so." He smiled at the little goat boy sitting lazily in the corner.

Tommy, as the little boy had called him, pulled his arm out of the little cooler with a fruit cup in hand. He opened it up and began snacking on it, sipping the sweet juice in the quiet as the other boy began dozing off in the corner. Big T was just a nickname Tommy had given the boy, his actual name being Toby, or more preferred, Tubbo.

The two had been together for years now, living just the two of them on their own. The treehouse was a safe place they discovered quite a while back and they decided to make it their home. Far away from the city, just the two of them, it seemed perfect in their eyes. The boys didn't have a real home to go to, nor did they have parents. Surviving in the city as just some random two kids was no easy task. They had taken to a life of crime like most others in the cruel city, stealing what they needed, or selling their goods for money. They had gotten good at it too, and to them, life seemed alright.