Pandora's Vault / Box / Jar (A Dream SMP and Reader Fan-Fiction)

Ch⏃pt⟒r T⟒n - ⏁⊑⟒ ☊⊑⟟⌰⎅ ⟟⌇ ⏚⏃☊☍

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Now, about two hours later, (Y/N) was sitting on scaffolding and hammering screws into a wooden plank. When they were done with that, Ranboo handed them another one from underneath the scaffolding, and (Y/N) continued.

Tubbo had left a while ago to get some food and bandages but hasn't returned yet. "I just felt like it," they now answered Ranboo's question as to why they had to come over and do what they did, "I tend to act on impulse."

"Yeah but that doesn't mean you need to scare the crap out of people," the taller one said and held up the next plank. "Speaking of people, what is taking Tubbo so long?" (Y/N) now asked, "I think my hand is starting to go numb."

"You won't bleed out, don't worry," Ranboo responded, still somewhat mad at them, "and I don't know. He should be back by now."

"We could go and look for him," (Y/N) offered and looked down from their scaffolding. Ranboo hesitated but agreed that they should look for the smaller one.

(Y/N) jumped from the scaffolding, landed next to the half-enderman, and started to walk in the direction Tubbo had gone off to.

It really didn't take them long to find him because after a few steps (Y/N) could already see him standing at the McPuffy's. "But why?" They asked themselves, "The store doesn't even seem to be open."

"... It's just not possible, how are you?-" Tubbo stopped himself in the middle of his question to take a breath of disbelief. "What's going on over there?" (Y/N) asked and looked up at Ranboo. "I don't know," the taller one muttered, "but it doesn't necessarily sound good."

He sped up, which forced (Y/N) to walk faster as well, at which they simply grunted in displeasure.

They arrived next to Tubbo only a few seconds after Ranboo, just to see a slightly familiar face. "I'm not dead, Tubbo!" The blond boy yelled at the smaller one. "Tommy?" Ranboo asked in disbelief as he and (Y/N) came to a stop next to Tommy and Tubbo.

Tommy turned around and wanted to say something but stopped dead in his tracks. "What the fuck?!" He yelled out as he saw (Y/N) and took two steps back.

"Hey Tom," they greeted him with a sly grin on their face. "You- you are actually here! I- I thought... I thought Sam lied to me...," Tommy muttered and grabbed onto his hair.

"Nope, I'm here, standing right in front of you," they said and put their good hand on their hip. "But why? What happened while I was- I was gone?" Tommy asked and looked over to Tubbo, who was now standing beside Ranboo and playing around with the taller one's crown.

"A lot, apparently," (Y/N) told him, "I'm still confused myself, but hey, maybe we can find out the answers to that question together, hm?" "Hell no, you know what I think of you, bitch," Tommy responded in a defensive tone, "I sure as hell did not come back from the dead to see you here,

so just piss off and stay out of my life, okay?"

"You what?"

"Don't make me talk about it! I know I can't expect something like sympathy from you but just don't, okay?"

"Well, what if I do?"

"Then I won't answer!"

"I could make you."

"(Y/N), stop it," Ranboo now jumped into the heated conversation, "You said you wouldn't do anything, remember?"

They looked at the taller one and raised an eyebrow. "You and TomTom here are on good terms, I see?" They asked, even though it sounded more like a statement.