Dream SMP One shots

ankle biter

Two voices rang out throughout the halls.

Two children- undoubtedly twins came barrelling down a hallway, one almost tripping a pair of steps that led to a kitchen.

The two giggled as they slid up onto stools that faced a wooden kitchen island.

Morning sun leaked though open windows in a living room, curtains swaying in the subtle wind.

"We want food! We want food!" The twins said simultaneously causing more ruckus.

A tall blond figure groaned, voice surprisingly overpowering the children's. "Yup, imma' comin'"

The older began to make what seemed to be pancakes, passing two plates to what seemed to be the same person.

As the family of three ate a stack of pancakes drizzled in maple syrup, a voice seemed to boom from the clouds.

"Philza!" The person called.

The older blonde haired man groaned.

"What up dad?" One twin with brown eyes asked. "Yeah, Phil." The other with crimson red eyes piped.

"Nothing, boys. Finish your pancakes, put mine in the microwave Wilb." Philza replied, stepping out of their small cabin in the woods.

Wilbur shrugged at his twin, taking the plate from across the island and placing it inside the microwave.

"What's all that about?" A gruff voice asked. "Dad's probably getting in trouble with mum." Wilbur, who had a much lighter voice mumbled in response.

The twins enjoyed their childhood in a forest. Their father, Philza had built a cabin in the remote woods for the children before they had been born.

Apparently their Mother lived in the clouds, they could only hear her voice, never see her. The only one to see her was Philza himself, for alas, he had wings and the children clearly did not.

Technoblade and Wilbur were twins. Almost identical except for one had odd coloured eyes and a monotone voice, while the other had light coloured eyes and an airy voice. They tried their best to look similar by wearing the same clothes, same hair pins and just by chance, the same hairstyle. They had different interests like a lot of twins and siblings in general. Technoblade would rather sword fighting, much more grizzly things than Wilbur. Wilbur's nose was always buried deep in a book, or he was strumming hid guitar, thinking up songs with his airy singing voice.

The family had lived a peaceful life for seven years, until he came along.

It was during the evening.

Wilbur sat on a yellow armchair, reading a book that had no cover. Techno was on the other burnt orange sofa, sketching into his small notebook.

That was when Philza walked back into the door after he disappeared during breakfast.

He looked tired, as if he had just worked a 9-5  job for 26 years.

Wilbur looked at his Father with a horrified expression. Technoblade soon followed with a gaping mouth.

Philza quietly shut the door behind him, holding a red bundle in his hands.

Wilbur scrambled from the armchair, almost knocking it over in his rush to see whatever his Father was holding.

Technoblade calmly placed his sketchbook on the sofa, taking a deep breadth before walking to join his twin by their Fathers side.

Philza brought a finger to his lips, indicating the boys to hush.