Tommyinnit Oneshots

Same Ole' Story

Shroud has joined the server!

The arachnid teenager opened his eyes (his main two, plus a few of his smaller ones) to find that he was standing in a large brick building. A bright, teal beacon illuminated the entire first floor with torches mounted on the walls at each of the four entrances and exits. Most of the walls were made with glass windows that showed a sprawling cityscape on all sides. When Shroud touched his fingers against one of the windows, he realized that he was most likely in the middle of the city. All of the buildings must have been built outwards from Spawn. Shroud felt a spike of giddiness race up his spine as he imagined where he would fit in with all the Villagers that meandered in the streets right outside the Spawn building.

"Shroud! You're here! I didn't expect you to come so late. If I had known, I would have told everyone to be here for a proper welcome!" A voice spoke, coming in from the entrance opposite to where Shroud was pressed against the window. Shroud turned his face to see a woman in a green hoodie with her hood pulled over her dirty blonde hair. She was wearing black leggings that defined each of her hard earned muscles, and a shimmering enchanted Netherite axe was placed on her back. The woman raced towards Shroud with a smirk, her emerald green eyes glowing in the light of the beacon. When they were close enough, Drista dragged Shroud into a tight hug. When Drista pulled back, she gave Shroud a once-over look with an infectiously excited smile. "Well, how are you? How's your Dad? He isn't still murdering dogs, is he? When will Michael show up?"

Shroud let a soft laugh escape his body. It had been years since he last seen Drista, a friend of his father's who occasionally visited during the holidays. Even with his memories being that of a child long ago, nothing about Drista had really changed. She had an easy, bubbly confidence about her with an mischievous spark in her unnatural eyes. The only difference Shroud could find was that Drista now carried herself with a sense of responsibility as this world's Admin. There was a tension in her muscles that Shroud felt even beneath her thick hoodie. Shroud hoped he could cheer her up. "I'm pog as hell! Dad went off to his own world to retire, or so he days, adding that I give him, and I quote, so many gray fucking hairs." Drista chuckled at that one. "He hasn't been murdering dogs as far as I'm aware. Michael told me he'd be coming in tomorrow."

"I reckon Tubbo isn't ready to say goodbye, huh?" Drista said with a bittersweet tone that Shroud found himself being startled by. Before he could comment on Drista's melancholic words, Drista was turning towards a wooden ladder in the corner that led up to a trapdoor. Drista slapped the wooden prongs that connected the two poles. "You can sleep up here tonight, but you're on your own tomorrow. This place is protected by strong enchantments, and it will always be a neutral safe-zone. If you cause as much trouble as your Dad in his youth, you'll be welcomed in this building. Everyone who bears the marking of a Player has a room they can customize. But like I said, after tonight, I want you out in the world- exploring, getting resources, making friends, causing a tolerable level of annoyance. I invited you and Michael because I want you to reach new horizons."

"Or, you don't want us in your hair as you run this town? I see how it is. You don't want me staying at your place. Fine. You'll just be the first person I prank," Shroud said with his hands on his hips, a mock expression of hurt morphing into childish glee. Drista sighed but the smile she bore showed she wasn't all that upset. She even seemed to relax at the prospect of some good-natured fun being brought onto her Server.

"Maybe I just don't want you getting comfortable at my place. You were raised by Tommy Innit. Thievery is in your blood. If you weren't clearly a spider hybrid, I would say that you were a raccoon," Drista said with a wink. Drista walked out of the building, leaving Shroud to scramble up the ladder. It wasn't like he needed a ladder since his hybrid genes allowed him to climb onto almost any surface. Shroud had used this ability for good and evil in his lifetime. He gave his father heart attacks on the daily, and Michael was always a tad impressed with the places Shroud could reach. Shroud had seen many amazing angles to every day life using his supernatural skills.