𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕊𝕄ℙ [ 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 ]

𝔼𝕣𝕖𝕥 ~ 𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤.

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: Y/n / Eret / Wilbur Soot / TommyInnit / Fundy / Tubbo / Dream

𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖/ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖: The Van, Final Control Room / during the war.

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Angst, heavy angst

𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕡/𝔻𝕦𝕠: Y/n / Eret

ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥: Y/n is a great friend of Eret. The two had always remained close friends even after their ways parted as y/n had joined L'Manburg, and Eret joined Dream. After the betrayal of his side he joined his friend and the two's friendship had became stronger than ever. Until his betrayal once again, this time of y/n's side, of L'Manburg, in the Final Control Room. Although, miraculously, Y/n was able to escape, with Dream sending Eret after her, to finish the job.

𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤: Implied Character death \ betrayal

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 5910 words.

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: PLEASE READ. The last thing I wanna do is be disrespectful towards Eret's claims, although as far as I know he's okay with being called whatever pronouns- so I'm gonna stick with He, it's the easiest for both me and you, for you probably to know who I'm talking about without saying who I'm talking about specifically, other that He/She/It, you get it. Also, m/n I'll sometimes use in those oneshots, will mean Mean Nickname. Commonly used by Tommy on everyone really. If you don't have a nickname like that, I suggest just going with Shorty. It's common, and i doubt any of yall are taller than for example Ranboo or Wilbur heh.

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''Damn. Pull that straight stick out of your ass, man. You should get some sleep.'' Y/n yawned, as she watched the obviously very tired and exhausted Brit raise his head up from his writings to look at her. He frowned.

''What the hell do you mean 'sleep'? We're in the middle of a war. I'm surprised any of you CAN sleep.'' Wilbur sighed, before looking back down at the map of the SMP, a hand going up to cup his jaw as he tried to figure out where best to strike, how to solve this conflict.. or rather how to win. Tommy, sitting not too far away from the girl, growled.

''For once I agree with m/n. You look like shit.'' He commented, leaning back into his chair as he caught his older brother sending him a glare. Y/n raised her brows at the blonde, unamused at the way he referred to her.

''..Looks like I'm the only one responsible in here.'' Wilbur replied after a few moments of silence, clearly annoyed with the other two, which rolled their eyes. Y/n was used to this. I mean, it was Wilbur we're talking about. Usually he wasn't working or talking this groggily, nor was he so easy to annoy and push on the edge, but both his older brother and his friends understood that he feels responsible for the entire cause, as the president of L'Manburg. The creator of L'Manburg, the symphony he plans on completing once the war is over. Still, that obviously didn't meant he's supposed to work himself to death. He already stopped sleeping, he barely eats.. it's just worrying. And despite their teasing, both Y/n and Tommy were very worried.