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Philza, Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo decided to keep the remaining survivors in the palace since it seemed to be the one building that took the least damage with only bits around the bottom missing. But before that they had to go through the town properly. So they headed back to L, Manburg.
It was still night and the moon was the only source of light along with a few lamps that survived from the explosion. Walking in the town for the first time it was worse than it looked. There were still some small fires that grew in the corners of the remaining foundations in houses. The gruesome smells of gunpowder and blood filled the air.
"Tubbo you're doing ok right" Tommy asked walking up to Tubbo who had slowed down and was clutching his stomach.
"Yeah, I'm fine I'm just... starving I think. You know the point where your stomach acids get strong and you feel like you're going to throw up, but you're not?"
"Uhm... No I don't... uhm know actually... eheh" Tommy said feeling spoilt.
"Uhm, Tommy!? You might want to check this out!" Wilbur yelled out to Tommy who was a bit away from him. Wilbur was standing with Philza on a rock pile that stood right outside the entrance to the shelter. "And I don't think Tubbo should see this!"
"Oh, Its fine, you go ahead and check it out, I'm sure myself that I shouldn't see it" Tubbo said walking backwards a bit. Tommy ran towards them.
"Why!? What is i- HOLY F**KING SH- Ok, THAT... is definitely not for Tubbo." Tommy said as he reached the entrance and saw the things inside. Dream's men who were trapped in there by Ranboo and the others, happened to be on a floor right above dynamite. Judging by the immediate drop from where the floor used to be. The hole had corpses, or what was left of it spread about.
"Jesus Christ those people did NOT have a good time. How the hell did Dream get all this dynamite anyway?" Wilbur asked Philza.
"How the hell does he even exist? Like actually what is he?" Tommy said in a serious tone.
"We... don't know really. He's not like any other living thing here. After his first attack a few decades ago, news about him went around kingdoms like wildfire. No one knew his origin story entirely and there are multiple versions of them." Philza said coming near Tubbo with Tommy, Wilbur and Ranboo.
"But the most common one was that he used to be a human named Clay, who lived with only his father. At around the age of 15, he found out his father was the God of Destruction. He didn't want to accept that he was the son of a God that would smile at people's pain, and in an act of anger, killed him with an obsidian sword. In result, The God of Karma cursed Clay to be a human with the powers of the God of Destruction. He wanted it to be a lesson for him for killing his father and made him a human so it would be more overwhelming, but with Clay's mother being the Goddess of Misfortune, he was already a dangerous hybrid so when the God of Karma cursed him, it only made him an extremely powerful and dangerous mortal. And in return of the curse, Clay brutally murdered the God of Karma and it's his skull that he wears as a mask."
"Well... that explains why the hell he's so destructive, I guess. But why is his name Dream?" Ranboo asked.
"I don't know..."
"Wait, so if he's- is he a God?" Tubbo asked.
"No, Dream used to be a God, but he was made a mortal by the God of Karma. Though because of his curse and the powers he originally had from his parents he is a bit on the immortal side, like me you could say."
"Oh thank goodness, I would not want Dream to be a God. Anyway enough about that idiot, let's go back to the palace and see how it is, and maybe get something for Tubbo to eat"
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30 Years (DSMP)
General Fiction!!!_TW_ blood, Gore!!! This story is inspired off of "Passerine - bluejamas" therefore a few scenes of this story may be similar to that story. As the rain fell upon the people, Philza, after almost 30 years, knew that with the news of the death, t...
