Soulmates | Tommy, tubbo, ranboo

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— My ordinary life , the Living Tombstone

The last thing ranboo remembered was being in that damn bed. That wasn't where he woke up, the ceiling looked different for a start, and the there was the familiar looking 'but i just cant put my finger on it' blond man

He recognised the man standing over him as tommy and tubbos dad, philza minecraft, mr minecraft... wait holy shit? Mr Minecraft? He was HERE with MR MINECRAFT? what the fuck.

Though he never talked about it, Phil had come from a different server, a long, long time ago, when this world had bled and wept, till the tears mixed to a special concoction of this place. This world. He'd been famous back on his hardcore, he used to have so many people watching him, 24/7 Truman show style.
Until he disappeared. He'd simply just vanished. The next thing Phil knew was a cloudless cerulean blue sky and a scorching sun projecting onto his adorned and clothed body.

__ flashback __
(5 years previously)

Where was he? This wasn't his world...he had...he'd jumped through the portal though, so where was he? Emerald waving grass left behind an imprint of his body, but something was off about it? He couldn't quite place his finger on it...
The landscape seemed bare until he came across a set of towering cliffs, stood tall by a perfectly still lake, the only ripples from small waves lapping against golden sand. Was he...alone? It felt like it, there was no feeling of eyes all the time, just ... silence. A warm and comforting silence, like that of a mother cradling their newborn. He revelled in it. He'd never felt alone before, and he felt oh so free, though he could touch the stars, dive through the clouds as he always wished to. That reminded him of his wings. Easy way up the cliff right? Grinning, he crouched, rolling his shoulders and spreading wide the large void wings that had sprouted from his back after the battle with 'Henry', his servers in house ender dragon. He propelled himself upwards, face upturned and smiling in youthful joy he'd never had the chance to experience.
And that , Phil, isn't the sky, that's the fucking ground, his brain murmured sarcastically, as he plunged headfirst into a nearby clump of bushes, just shy of the slate grey rocks marking the base of the cliffs.
That's what had seemed so off.
This wasn't his world, he didn't have his stuff, he didn't have his only route of escape from the nighty horrors.

He truly was always weighed down by chains, it seemed...except this time it was more than the metaphorical limits of the sky, less cerulean sky, more turquoise depths that leant sturdy on stilts of earth, grounded in deep slate.

Retreating from his head, Phil glanced once again at the cliff, and noted a strange pattern he hadn't noticed first glance round : a path. One that wound to the top of the towering cliff and seemingly over the edge, a spruce forest hiding dangers within its depths.

That's my route, then...

Phil groaned.

[ Dream has joined the game. ]
[ GeorgeNotFound has joined the game. ]
[ Sapnap has joined the game. ]
Callahan: hey
Dream: yooo
Georgenotfound: whose Philza??
Dream: who??
[ TommyInnit has joined the game. ]
TommyInnit: LADS
Dream: oh no..
Philza: who are you guys?

Phil struggled to tap the short words into his watch device where this hidden chat buzzed on his heavily covered wrist.

TommyInnit: WHO YHE FUCK R U
TommyInnit: THE**

Phil sighed. He wasn't going to be getting an answer anytime soon, turning away and giving up, instead looking towards the cliff. Since his last glance, three, four?, names had appeared, a green hooded man leaning out from the top of the path. He leapt down, landing in a cloud of dust, mud, and ... water?

Who are you? The now obviously masked man shouted toward him.

Philza... you can call me Phil though... he called back. Who was this guy? Sapnap? TommyInnit?? Georgenotfound?

Phil... right, well, I'm dream, he points to the cliff, singling out one person at a time, and that's George, Sapnap, and Callahan.

Phil smiled, cool.

How did... how did you get here?

Ah. Honestly, I'm not sure. I went through a portal, a nether portal to be precise, and all of a sudden I'm here, none of my stuff, missing my win- what if they know him? Sure he goes by a different name online, sure no one knows his actual name, but...

Wait so you're a bit like that hardcore dude? Tommy, the guy in chat, likes watching their stuff, and Wilbur, who you haven't met yet, likes watching their stuff too, both say they find them relaxing...Dream glanced at the robed man for his reaction, that's not, dare I say, you?

Haha... no, he's just a massive inspiration to me...! He hoped he could lie well enough.

Yooo that's cool dude! Well, either way, this, as boring as it is, is spawn. If you head up the cliff and to the north, you'll find l'manberg, dream grimaced obviously under his blank faced mask, and to the south-west lies the badlands. Everywhere else is basically under my ownership, or, at current standing, King Erets' rule, I merely work as an advisor of sorts.

At the mention of this Eret person, a sharp inhale whistled from behind dream. Behind him stood a short-ohh man, about Phils height, with a white headband wrapped around and hidden under flowing locks of void dark hair. Sapnap, an area of his mind said...

Sapnap...
What a familiar sound, a roll of the tongue, but from where?

Guess it'll have to wait, as his brain fell deathly monotonous, and his vision fell to dark curtains, the end of his show, and his body, robes and all, crumpled against the ground.

a/n - origins story woah imagine following the actual timeline of when people joined ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 Mmm I see

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