As the day came and went, and night came again, the palace had been checked out and Philza bought in the survivors and gave them the shelter behind the palace for them to stay in. Ranboo and Tubbo got their own rooms in the palace. While Philza settles the survivors, Wilbur was in Tommy's room with Tubbo and Ranboo. All of them had freshened up. Tubbo managed to salvage some of his clothes from his home in the town and Tommy let Ranboo choose an outfit from his closet, since Ranboo was Tommy's age. Ranboo chose a suit that Tommy never wore. The two 16 and 15 year olds sat on the bed as the 21 year old treated to wounds on each of them.
"Seriously though this wound is huge" Wilbur said as he looked at Tommy's wound.
"What about you Tubbo?" Wilbur said applying some spirit onto it.
"OW! WILBUR BE CARFUL! DON'T FILL MY WOUND WITH THAT!" Tommy screamed like his younger self out as the spirit stung him.
"Oh, stop being a baby. Anyway, Tubbo?"
"Oh, I'm fine I just have some small scrapes, but other than that I'm fine." Tubbo said rolling up his sleeve and showing multiple scratches on his right arm.
"What about your horns?"
"Honestly, I forget I have them there half the time, I even poked my hand while showering. Their ok I guess, from time to time I do get small cramps around that area but it doesn't really change anything drastically."
"So, what are you then? Like I mean no offense or anything but what was your father?" Ranboo asked.
"I don't know... My mother never told me about him being a goat or whatever he is, so I'm not sure really"
"Wait, wait... your mothers human right? So then you're a half human, half... whatever your father is" Tommy said.
"I'm honestly not worried about me, I'm more worried about my sister, because I don't know if she would grow these too when she's my age, and if she does... I don't know what to do"
"Maybe father might know? He knows a lot of these stuff maybe you should ask him" Wilbur said.
"Wait does he even know I have these?" Tubbo asked.
"Oh yeah, when your sister asked about it only he saw it and then asked me what it was, so I told him that you had grown them during the fight and everything that happened after. Alright Tommy, you're done. Ranboo if you don't mind showing me yo-AARGGghwiie"
"Yeah... its uhm... pretty bad... sorry" Ranboo said
"Yeah, ok I'll ask Philza later today, I seriously hope I get some help on this... I don't even know what I am"
"Did you tell your sister by the way?" Tommy asked examining his bandage.
"...No...She grew up with the mindset that her father died of an illness... so I don't know what would happen if she found out that... he was alive... and then was immediately killed by me... but then again I have to tell her incase when she's older and gets horns and flips out on why I didn't tell her... Oh god this is hard..." Tubbo said covering his face with his hands.
"This was the same situation for father. When we found out about his wings, he contemplated on if we should reveal to the citizens about it. He didn't want to reveal it because they would dethrone him but he had to incase they found out and it would have been worse than it would have if he revealed it. In the end we just chose the option that gave a better result for both of us." Tommy said.
"So I guess it's better if I tell her now than later if or when she gets her horns huh?"
"Yeah, it's best you tell her" Philza said entering the room.
"Guardian! I had a question from you... uhm..."
"You're a half human, half Ram hybrid" Philza answered before Tubbo asked.
"Well, that answers it. How the hell did you know Tubbo was going to ask you that?" Wilbur asked.
"I figured he would." Philza said as he sat down on Tommy's bed beside Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo.
"Something interested me for a while... Ranboo, what are you?" Philza said as he looked at Ranboo who had just got his leg bandaged by Wilbur.
"I'm a... an enderman hybrid" Ranboo said tilting his down a little.
"I don't even know what that is! Why are you bending your head though? What's so bad about it?" Tommy asked.
"It's not such a great thing to be one, I'm not so great at memory and can sometimes forget random things. And though I don't entirely behave like an enderman when I'm conscious, I do have an ability, well more like a problem, called enderwalk. It's where I act more like an enderman. The problem is I can't really remember anything that I did once I get out from it..."
"That's heavy. Is it really hard for you?" Tubbo asked worried.
"Its ok, I guess. I don't think I really do anything whenever I enderwalk and the memory thing isn't so often, so it's just there but it doesn't affect me much."
"Good, we don't want anything to happen to you Ranboo, we need you if we're going to finish this war." Philza said getting up and heading towards the door.
"What's your other half?" Tommy asked out of curiosity.
"I, I don't know really. I only figured out I was half enderman a year or so ago with the help of a friend in my old town."
"Well after this, we'll help you find out, anyway it's pretty late, how about we all sleep in and tomorrow start planning for the next attack?" Philza asked getting up and heading towards the door.
"Alright father, well, good night then and see you all in the meeting room at 8" Wilbur said as he headed out of Tommy's room. Everyone said there goodnights and headed to their own rooms.
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Ranboo sat in the corner of his room with moonlight falling on the floor in front of him.
"Alright its ok, I helped them, so technically I'm not bad. Just because I was part of Dream doesn't mean I'm bad... right? Th- they understand that I'm not part of them...- him..."
"Hello"
"*sigh* what do you want..."
"Heard you were in a war today?"
"Yeah, I was..."
"Were you on the good or bad side?"
"The good side- th- the bad-... I was in the goo- the bad side and then I came on to the... the good side. God..."
"Oh come on, I told you it doesn't matter, whatever you did, you helped him"
"NO I DIDN'T...! RIGHT? I didn't help him... or did...did I? I helped them! I'm going to help them tomorrow!"
"You did. Even if you thought that you helped them by leaving the army. You only helped him, you didn't help them at all."
"No! I would never help Dream. I know how he is... He's the bad guy right...? I just, I don't want to, pick sides here... I just want it to be peaceful...I just want to be right... I just want to remember..."
"You want to remember? Reach in your right pocket"
"Why would I listen to you..."
"You've been listening to me all this time, haven't you?"
"*sigh* Fine! But it-.... Wh-..."
"See? Only one group had that, and you said they died. If then, why do you have that?"
A stick of dynamite fell on to the floor
"No... No...No... This can't be true! Did I? I couldn't have... I would never help him! Is this what I've been doing...? No! Dream did this! DREAM DID THIS! HE DID IT! I DIDNT! HE- didn-... I did... "
"You told them that you made the dugout with his men whenever he sent you, but you didn't. You left the group and buried this around the town."
"Did I...? I don't... I don't remember..."
"You didn't help anyone but Dream. You followed him."
"No... , Why am I even listening to you!?
"Because you know that I am the only one who knows what you really did"
"I know what I did... I- I think..."
"I know what you did. You did it"
"I did it..."
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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...
