DSMP Oneshots

Imagionary friend {Crack fic}

Saying it now, I'm not taking this seriously. This is a story about my imagionary friend I had when I was, like, 8

Tw: Main character death, bad writting, much cringe

Tommy didn't have a lot of friends growing up, partly because he wasn't quite human, partly because he didn't have parents, partly because he was a little gremlin boy. So he made his own, sort of.

When he was 5, Tommy was picked up by a man named Philza, and that had been who he considered dad from that point on. But, in little tommy's mind, Philza was sad because he didn't have a wife, so he gave him a friend. His name was Cargo and he was invisible to most people.

Wilbur and Techno, Phil's other children and Tommy's brothers, teased him, but Tommy liked Cargo. So Cargo went with them everywhere. Phil didn't think much of it, Cargo wasn't real to him, but he was real to Tommy. The little boy, about 7 now, decided he was tired of sharing Cargo.

"Dad," The blond looked up to his father, racoon tail swishing behind him innocently, "Cargo's mine. You can't have him."

"I- um...okay?" Phil laughed, not really understanding, "Whose Cargo?"

"You're ex Best Friend! How could you forget about him!"

"OH right yes," He nodded, faking a sad frown, "why are you taking him? I loved going for car rides, and having sleep overs with my best friend!"

The boy paused for a moment, "Well, I guess you can still spend some time with him, but he's my best friend. You only get to see him a little bit."

"Oh alright, you and cargo go run along, I'm making dinner."

And that's the last time Phil thought about the imagionary friend. Sure, he had heard stories, Wilbur pushed Cargo, Techno didn't let him go on the road trip, but as the years went on Cargo faded. For most of them.

A new friend entered Tommy's life, around 6th grade, his name was tubbo, and like his little boy, tubbo was adopted and only had a single father. They clicked instantly, but the first time Tubbo was over, limits were tested.

"Daad!"

"Yes Toms?" He was in the living room, Tommy was giving Tubbo the tour of the house.

"Tubbo's killed Cargo!"

"Whose Cargo?"

"My best friend! He's dead! Tubbo just stabbed him!"

"There can only be one best friend!" Tubbo giggled, trying to get away from the overly dramtic Tommy as he mourned the loss of his friend.

"You'll be fine tom, he wasn't real," Phil was having none of the preteen's nonsence, he just wanted to finish his book. Alas the two came out of the kitchen, a sad racoon and a murderus bee boy.

"Daaad! He's dead in the dining room! Tubbo stabbed him and they hadn't been talking even 5 minutes!"

He sighed, "What do you want me to do about it?"

"Absolutely nothing," Tubbo smiled, "I did nothing wrong! I'm defending my title of best friend!"

"But he's deeeaad!"

"He's not real is what he is," Techno sighed as he came down the stairs, "So quit whining."

Tommy continues to wail, "Deeaaad! He's gone forever!"

That went on for a while, until the two were eventualy distracted by cheese-itz and a movie.

Yes I know this is terrible, but it's funny! My best friend killed by imagionary boyfriend in 6th grade, and I'm still salty about it 5 years later, but we turned out fine! We're dating now! Obviusly the murder of my imagionary best friend wasn't too traumatizing. If Y'all want the actual story of Cargo, you can ask, it's much more entertaining that this, but yk, I had to turn this dsmp related.

It's 10 pm, I know I'll delete this later, if I don't, I probably forgot. Have an amazing day/night, know you're loved, and I'll see you in the next one! <3