encore - dream smp au

one

"dear phil.." phil begun reading the letter, as ranboo and i sat around techno's cabin.

phil had been acting strange, so something had to be wrong.

he caught me snooping around techno's desk, yet pushed it off and decided to tell me whats happening.

ranboo happened to pop in before phil begun, i'm glad he did.. emotional support if shit hits the fan.

"quackity informed me of dream wishing for a visit from me in the prison. i'm not sure how much i trust quackity, or sam, yet i'm writing this so that must say enough." phil paused, glancing up towards me.

"if you do not hear from me after a day or two, assume the worst. i don't doubt it's a trap, they'd be stupid to let the perfect opportunity pass.."

"keep the syndicate safe, check up on ivy."

check up on me?

"there may be a prison break needed. but if i die, atleast i died a hero"

prison break?

"ranboo, please go find niki" phil stated, folding the letter up neatly. he seemed somewhat unbothered, numb. i knew he was good at turnimg off his emotions.

"a prison break..?" niki asked, in a confused tone.

"yeah, kind've bad ass y'know" ranboo gave a soft laugh, as he sat on techno's soft red couch.

i sat on the floor, leaning against the couch by ranboo's feet.

"we have a fuckin' ender.. ranboo what are you?" phil cut himself, off turning to ranboo.

"uh- just half enderman? i.. i don't know the terminology"

"well we have a fuckin enderman here! what sam didn't think about is ranboo.. he can just teleport through and open the doors for us!"

"how much teleporting.. do i have to do?" ranboo asked, a worried look sat on his face. "it's just- it can be tiring"

"i understand," phil said softly. "but you're a huge part of this plan."

"but what if sam catches us?" niki said, sitting on the floor not too far from me.

"four vs one" phil simply stated, a small smile lied across his face.

"what about dream,"

phil's eyes locked with mine, i could almost tell he hadn't thought that far.

"how are we going to break techno out of prison, and not have dream get out too."

"we don't want dream out.. right?" ranboo asked, phil continued to stand silently for a moment.

"well.. yeah. he deserves to be in prison. techno.. a little less." i stated, looking up towards him.

"we can separate, some fend off dream and then some run off with techno." phil spoke up, standing ahead of all of us.

"okay wait.. quackity's the reason techno's in there?"

"yup."

"but.. why?"

ivy sat silently, placing small flowers into ghostbur's unkept hair. it was practically a huge fluff of hair, a soft brown shade.

ghostbur leaned back onto ivy, as she continued picking flowers from the grass around them, sticking them into his hair.

tommy sat not too far from them, gazing off into the distance.

callahan had also joined them, sitting next to ivy.

the sun had begun to set, painting the sky a soft creamsicle color.

ghostbur fiddled with a blue flower, pulling the petals off one by one.

"can you do that to me.. too?" tommy asked softly, as he watched ivy place a few more flowers in ghostbur's hair.

"yeah, bur.. can you move?"

ghostbur silently did so, scooting himself away from the girl. tommy sat hesitantly for a moment, before he lied back and rested his head in the girls lap.

"what're you doing?" tommy complained, as ivy ran her fingers through his nest of hair.

"making it neat, now quit moving your big head" she smiled, holding the side of his head in place.

tommy sighed, eventually complying.

ghostbur helped pick a few of the flowers, handing them to ivy to place into tommy's hair.

tommy sat silently, letting his eyes close, enjoying the comfort.

callahan would sign some things to the girl, causing her to giggle.

tommy would complain and look at them confused sometimes, yet soon he gave up in trying to figure out what they were saying.