Killing Random Dream SMP Characters

The Thing About Dream - Tubbo

A/N: I was inspired to do this after reading The Thing About Jellyfish by Ali Benjamin! It's a really good and sad middle-grade novel. I almost cried :( but really, it's amazing!

This is basically The Thing About Jellyfish except it's a lot shorter. Like really, this is literally the same thing except it's not a novel and the names and places are changed. Other than that this is really just The Thing About Jellyfish. I even added a lot of the crucial scenes and dialogue except a few name changes, just to rub it in that this is a rip-off of The Thing About Jellyfish. Go read it! (a ton of credit to Ali Benjamin for making that masterpiece)

(after writing this) Whoa, this turned out to be some story! Probably the biggest one I've done!

TW's: Erm, so this happens around the Tommy exile thingy, and you know the suicide thingy that happened then? Yeah, so suicide, presumed death, yadda yadda you know the drill. (The casualness in this is purely a joke, I know this is very serious. Please do not take your own life. You are worth so much more)

All love is platonic.

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The thing about Dream was that he was a manipulative, powerful king.

Tubbo sat on top of Philza's house, overlooking what they had built. Quite frankly, he loved the beauty of New L'Manberg much better than Manberg or even the original L'Manberg. The crater that Wilbur had left made the place seem so much more beautiful, ironically.

Tubbo bit his lip. He was such a failure, wasn't he? He couldn't even perform a simple execution. Not like Wilbur, who was so charismatic he could talk someone to death, or Schlatt, who was so threatening he could scare anyone away. He was simply Tubbo. Tommy's friend. The follower. The worst president L'manberg ever had.

Tommy... Tubbo grimaced. Tommy... whom he had indirectly killed...

No. Tubbo pushed the thoughts out of his head. He had more important things to attend to.

"President Tubbo!" Tubbo turned around to see Ranboo running towards him. "You won't believe it!"

"I'm busy, Ranboo."

"But Technoblade is holding ConnorEatsPants hostage! And you won't believe who's with him!"

"Connor isn't even a citizen. This is none of our business."

"Techno wants his things back-"

"Let him have them. I'm going to retire to my bed. Good night."

"But Tom-" Ranboo stopped himself. "You have to see for yourself, I don't know if who I saw was a hallucination since he's dead and all-"

"Tell Techno that he can have his things back! I'm going to bed!" Tubbo snapped, jumping off the roof and landing swiftly on the floor. Ranboo looked like he was going to say something but stopped, staring at Tubbo's irritated expression. "That's an order from your president!"

Ranboo's shoulders slumped, disappointed. "Yes... Mr. President."

Tubbo waited as Ranboo rushed to wherever Techno was. He could hear their hushed voices behind the Camarvan:

"I'm sorry, the President is not available right now."

"Oh..." a voice that sounded strangely like Tommy said. "Tell him I said hi, then."

"I'm afraid he isn't in the mood for that-"

Tubbo groaned, turning away. He was imagining things, wasn't he? Of course Tommy wasn't here; he had died days, maybe weeks, ago. Frankly, he'd lost count. All the days seemed to blend together after he found out that Tommy had died.