The Town SMP AU

We... we left.

TOMMY INNIT POV:

(I know he curses but I don't write curses so bare with me here😀)

Frock. I finished writing the last note. The one to Principal Puffy. Dang it. I cried. She is always the one to make me cry.

She's not just the principal, she's also the counselor. I'm happy she forced me to do counseling with her, she makes everything so much better.

Everything that hurt so much in my life, she makes me smile about it. I chuckle thinking about those times, poor old me. I'm better and happier now I would promise them, keep going and you will be okay. Trust me. I hope old me listens.

Sam.

I need to find him . He saved me. From what, you ask? A unloving home. A story for another day. Or maybe later today.

.Sam, Ponk, Dream, he's a plus too. He's nice to me.

At least I have Tubbo. I wipe my tears and tell him that it's time to leave.

~Timeskip brought to you by tubbo and his 11 different personalities.~ about 2 hours after they left ~

Wilby :D

[totally real coords]
Head North from there.
Sent 5:51 pm
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Read at 5:51 pm

Good he read it. I'll tell Tubbo we can sleep now. Or set up camp soon. It's only 6:00? Frick man. I'm tired. I've cried today.

~time-skip brought to you by a (not yet) non-canon Philza's child favoritism~ you take that as you will~ It's nighttime now~

The night. Painful when you are without shelter.  We took too long to make a darn shelter now we are surrounded by mobs. We are in a creeper friendly environment, so it's mostly creepers and zombies.

(A/N CW I guess, poorly written fighting scene and gore)

I pull out my (a/n VLOG) knife. It shines purple in the light, and is actually stained blue. Wilbur told me it was made of diamonds when I was very young. I already miss him.

I dash towards the nearest zombie. Sure, I'm tired, but I can still sprint. I stab the nearest zombie, it's rotting stench overwhelming me. I audibly groan from the black tar-like blood that remains on my (VLOG) knife.

It stays alive, but still very weak. I slice again, aiming for its neck. I slit its throat, but barely. If I had not made my first attack, it would not have died. It implodes into smoke, the double-corpse and its stench dissolving into the cold, night air. Leaving its flesh as, what is commonly used as, a last resort snack.

Tubbo is surrounded by creepers, the hissing is so loud it drowns out the silence of the night. I rush over to him, I jump and stab the creeper right on the top of its head.

The blue shimmering blade shining against its explosive foe. Wet, paste-y gunpowder flowing from the wound before I even remove the knife. The creeper, an explosive mob from the land of Minecraft, may or may not be dead. These next moment deciding my fate.

(A/N hey demons. It's me ya boy. Back at it again. It's hard to describe Minecraft actions without it sounding weird, so so far, Tommy has sprinted and Crit the creeper.)

It slightly expands, glowing, but then it puffs into smoke, calmly to show its death. I wish the blood went away with the corpse. Creeper blood is almost impossible to wash out. And it's all over my favorite shirt and my bandana. Gosh darn it.

Tubbo warded off the other Creepers but a skeleton remains in the distance. It's a pretty bad shot, so it'll be an easy kill. At least, only because Techno trained me to fight. (Again another story for later, dear readers -from Big T).

I once again speed towards the mob. I pull out the knife, but I saw Techno make it expand? I fiddle with the knife, find a button, press it, and it grows to the size of a sword! I... uh- go with the flow I guess? This is hard to process, but I don't want to die, so- uh- yeah.

I turn it so the blade will decapitate the bony creature. I slice towards its neck. The head falls off the creature, but only visible for a second, and the creature turns to ash. Only leaving a bow where it stood.

I retrieve the bow. It is bloody, but covered in tar. It's sticky, but has the same purple sheen as the (VLOG) knife. Was Wilbur telling the truth? Diamonds? I let out a small chuckle. Never, diamonds are rare, expensive to boot.

(CW over ig)

The sun rose. A purple-orange light shining over the battlefield where me and Tubbo fought to survive. I will need to give Tubbo this bow. That stick he was using wasn't very powerful.

I tell Tubbo to go kill some of the sheep in the distance, we need beds. He seems worried, but I know he can handle himself. He may be a Bee loving Boy but he's a strong Bee Boy.

He comes back in 15 minutes, I knew he could do it. Sure he's scratched up but nothing some bread won't fix, right? Weird sentence, I know. But don't knock it till you try it, right?

We start to walk again, towards the Dream SMP, our new world. Not ready for what would come in the soon to be eventful year.

But, we didn't know that yet. What would come from our arrival.

I just want to find Sam. Sam. I need him. Like I said, a story for another time. A story of Philza Minecraft, his wife, and his son who killed the wife.

960 Words!