Dream SMP One shots

I hate christmas

A Christmas chapter before Halloween?
Oh hell yeah.

Kind of a song shot chapter but really at the end scenes lol

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Oh how we hated Christmas.

As a child, Tommy used to always try to make t he most elaborate things during Christmas.

Wether it was a massive statue of Philza made out of Christmas lights when he was nine, or a ginger bread L'manburg diagram.

Speaking of L'manburg, every Christmas he would go through such effort just to hand up decorations in almost every corner in every nook and cranny.

But ever since exile, he wasn't the same.

He spent the days leading up to Christmas crying at every moment he got.

No decorations or anything.

Tommy even burnt the Christmas tree.

He used to like snow, when he almost gave Technoblade hypothermia when he was 12 by burying him in 4ft deep snow.

But when it snowed in exile, he got frostbite. It felt like his entire body was about to shut down in the cold.

In fact, he practically begged Dream to at least find him a sheep or cow to lie against for warmth. Dream didn't get him one though.

He laid on his side, tried to hum the old Christmas tunes, but he didn't feel jolly.

And it just never came back.

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"Merry Christmas, Tommy!" Ranboo smiled at him.

"Fuck off and die." Tommy replied.

"Well you're not in the festive spirit are you?" Ranboo pouted, handing another bobble to Micheal to hand up on the Christmas tree.

"Oh trust me, he was." Tubbo piped from the kitchen, he was busy gathering supplies for Christmas dinner.

"Yeah, yeah." Tommy grumbled, flipping another page in his book.

Hearing the festive music just made him feel so alone, so empty.

It was hard enough trying to bite back tears when Wilbur handed him a ginger bread.

It was relatively quiet after that. A few mutters here or there from Ranboo asked Micheal where to place the next ornament.

"Awh cmon Tommy, Christmas is your favourite time of year!" Tubbo flopped down on the couch next to him. Tubbo received a piercing glare from Tommy.

"I hate you." Tommy muttered once again.

"Just wait until Wilbur gets here; You'll really perk up after that!" Tubbo cooed, eating another groan from Tommy.

"Please, dear lord Jesus Christ, make Wilbur trip on a rock and bash his head open so he can't come to dinner tonight." Tommy fake prayed, turning his head up to the ceiling.

Tubbo laughed.

Tommy expected all hell to break loose when Wilbur, Philza and Technoblade walked through the door.

"Merry Christmas!" Philza smiled, slipping eight new neatly wrapped presents under the tree.

Tommy buried his nose even deeper into his book.

Tubbo and Ranboo replied with a swift "You too!"

Techno seemed to be looking around for any traps.