The Multiverse (DSMP)

Chapter 4- Hto Dogs

WorldName: Hto Dogs
WorldNumber: #0000823
Translation:Complete

"Did you spell it wrong?" Karl asked.

"No Tubbo did," Tommy snickered as Tubbo flipped him off from the front of the room.

"Huh?" Karl said, confused by what Tommy meant.

"It's the caravan from l'manburg. Tubbo spelt it wrong on the sign but we left it for jokes." Tommy explained.

"Right." Karl said, not quite getting the joke.

Tommy and Wilbur were walking through a forest at night, Wilbur talking to Tommy while Tommy listened to his ideas. "Imagine what would happen if we could get every brewing stand off the server and then we make an empire out of producing all the potions on the server." Tommy nodded his head and Wilbur carried on talking.

"We cant just have an evil lair, you think we can produce everything we need in an evil lair? So I spent a little time and I worked on something." They stood on top of the hill and saw a hot dog van. Tommy laughed a little bit but stopped when he saw Wilbur was serious.

"Are we going to be drug dealers Wilbur?" Tommy asked, still holding in a laugh.

"No, no, no. If anyone asks, what are we?" Wilbur turns to face Tommy as they stand at the door of the hot dog van.

"Gentlemen." Tommy answers back.

Wilbur nods, "we are gentlemen who live in a caravan. What I want you to do is that there is a problem with the brewing stands, they make you ill. I want you to convince people and get their brewing stands."

Tommy nods and starts to walk towards Tubbo's house.

"So you sold drugs?" Sapnap asked, looking over at Tommy.

"Yep," Tommy said. He smiled at sap who had a concerned look on his face.

Tommy and Tubbo stood outside Tubbo's house, talking to Tommy. "You see tubzo, the brewing stands make you sick, they give you diorreah," Tommy told Tubbo who seemed to be believing him. "Do you have any on you?"

"Yeah I do-" Tubbo started but was quickly interrupted by Tommy.

"You need to give them to me now Tubbo." Tubbo dropped the brewing stands and Tommy said, "do you have any in your house?" Tubbo nodded and Tommy went inside to get them.

"Why did you believe him Tubbo?" Quackity asked.

"I'm not sure. It doesn't seem believable anymore though." Tubbo said looking down. He was getting nervous with all the attention on him.

"Tommy why did you say that?" Quackity, once again, asked, now turning to see Tommy who was buried into his brothers side.

"Just doing what Wilbur said," Tommy said, getting sleepy because of the dark room and Wilbur.

Wilbur and Tommy got their first export. "I need sand and gravel and dandelions, as many as you can get. Tommy Innit, we need to make a wall. I want this wall to be bright colours." Wilbur said to Tommy and he got to work straight away. "Tommy, what should our new area be called, our new nation?"

"Why don't we call it Manburg, or Mantopia," Tommy offered while building the yellow and black walls higher.

"I like Mantopia but how do we make it more european?" Wilbur asked. The were both silent for a moment until Wilbur came up with an idea. "What about L', L'Manburg." Wilbur giggled.

"L'Manburg." Tommy repeated after him.

"Why did we ever do that, Wil?" Tommy whispered towards Wilbur.

"We had a dream." He answered flatly.

The screen switched to Tubbo and Wilbur building the black and yellow wall. "Tubbo, there's a rule of L'Manburg. In order to join L'Manburg," He stopped himself before his face lit up, " You know!" Wilbur exclaimed.

"I know, I know man," Tubbo replied to Wilbur.

"We don't do armour here, we don't win wars through fighting.We win wars through our words." Wilbur said with a smile on his face.

"Won't that just make it harder to win?" Dream asked.

"No, bitch, it's called negotiating. You were never good at it." Tommy said, almost snarling at the imprisoned man.

Dream scoffed and the screen once again lit up.

WorldName:Revolution
WorldNumber:#0000823
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