Tubbo's POV
I rushed, Wilbur and Tommy were yelling at each other once again, and them getting mad at each other was not going to save Drè. But I didn't have enough mental capacity to deal with their shit right now. I leaned down and listened to see if she was breathing. She was. Obviously just fainted, but either way it could be dangerous for her and her baby. I took her pulse and realized what was wrong. "CAN YOU TWO STOP BICKERING FOR FIVE MINUETS AND COME HERE SO I CAN TELL YOU WHATS WRONG?!" I yelled at my adopted brothers. They instantly shut their mouths and walked over. "She's dehydrated. That's about it. I guess she hasn't been drinking water so that Schlatt's daily checkups wouldn't do anything." I told them. "Schlatt was making her go to checkups?" Tommy asked. "Yes. No one really knows why though." I responded. "Just. When I go back to Manberg, make sure she rests and is hydrated ok?" I was mostly talking to Wilbur.I left the rock building and realized I needed to put on a show when I entered the gates of Manberg. I stumbled into the gates of Manberg. "Help! Someone help me!" I cried. People rushed out of their houses and grabbed my arms leading me towards Schlatt's city hall. "What happened Tubbo?!" Schlatt asked. "I saw Dreamly going out and I thought she needed company, and and.. we were attacked by the demons. Dreamly got attacked by a zombie and this blood on my shirt is hers! She tried to get me to run! Then she fell and was blown up by a creeper! She's dead sir! Along with the child.." I was crying, fake tears of course. "DAMN IT!" Schlatt slammed his fists on his desk then sighed. "We will have a funeral for her in the morning, for now, go home, and go to bed." "But sir-.." Schlatt placed his hands on my shoulders. "What you just went threw us traumatic and I have no idea how it feels, but you need sleep. So goodnight son." I shivered when I was walking home, the way Schlatt called me "son" gave me the chills.
Echo's POV
All I could ever do is sit and fly and walk. My brothers were the only ones who ever visited. Did i mention I was also practicing knife throwing before Dream took my knives away? He said "yOu mIgHt hUrT yOuRsElf oR sOmeOnE eLsE!" Thanks Dream, real helpful. You really think taking my knives would stop me from doing shit? Hm? There is some lava right there! But I promised Tommy I wouldn't do it again, plus I didn't even want to anyway. It HURT. I could always just so kill some skeletons and use their bones to make knives if I wanted to. But I was too weak. I haven't eaten in like 2 days. Why? Because the food in the Nether attacked back. It was too much work to try and hunt. Most of the time I just sat on the ledge staring at the lava. It was so beautiful. Unlike me right now. I had my brown hair up in a messy bun, my clothes were burnt and ragged, there were dark purple circles under my eyes like I haven't slept in days, which I haven't. Alex still hasn't came to visit and I'm sure by now he got the message from Dreamly, maybe he was just embarrassed of me. Is it bad that I missed him and his stupid face? His stupid jokes and his attempts to be intimidating. I laughed while crying to myself. I didn't like it here. I missed my friends, my family. The only person who showed up the most was Dream and I definitely didn't like him right now. He had brought water one day and made a shower in the Nether but it didn't do much, as soon as I got out I was covered in ash and smelled like fire. Plus he never brought me fresh clothes so I was stuck in my raged blue top and black leggings. I had tossed my leather jacket to the side a long time ago, it was too hot for jackets. But I just except that this my life now and I just had to get used to it.Lava bubbling, Enderman teleporting and... the sound of the Nether portal and footsteps. I didn't want to look up thinking it was just Dream again. But something told me I should. So I looked and saw none other then Alex himself. I landed back on the ground and folded my wings away. "Your an Elytra?" "Obviously." "Ok.. look I know your mad but I really did want to visit you." "Mhm sure. Sure you did." I responded standing right in front of him. "Please! I come bearing gifts." He told me holding about four or five bags in his arms. "Punz let you bring those in?" I asked. "I mean yeah. He searched them first but you know." He handed me the bags and I sat on the ground and he sat beside me. He brought food, oh god I needed food. Clean clothing, books! And... throwing stars? "Holy Shit! How'd you get these in?!" I asked delicately holding the 7 stars in my hands. He laughed. "I have my ways. Anyway i thought you might wanna learn new skill while your trapped here. I also brought a guitar. I placed the stars on the ground and held one in my fingers. "Do you trust me?" I asked him. "Huh?" "Do you trust me?" "Of course." I smiled and placed a apple on his head. "Your a newbie! Your gonna kill me!" He said. "Shh. You'll be fine." I chucked the star at him and it perfect cut in half. "You can open your eyes chicken." He took the apple off his head, well the half of the apple that was still there. "How? Where did you learn to throw like that?!" "Ha. Schlatt taught me something when I was living with him. Just like Wilbur taught me this when I was five." I picked up the guitar and started playing the cords to Jubilee line. Wilbur's Song. I was singing softly to the music.
Wasting your time. Wasting mine.
I hate to see you leaving a fate worse then dying.
He stared at me in awe. "Echo..." I smiled.
Cause there's walls to fucking love you.
I strummed the guitar loud like he had taught me.
There's a reason, that London puts barriers on the Jub line.
There's a reason London puts barriers on the rails.
London, from the old world. It was Wilbur's favourite place to talk about. "It was located on a place called the United Kingdom!" He could, no, he would ramble for days about London and we would listen. I was there with Alex for a few hours and he left a few minutes before all three of my brothers came to visit. I was just sitting on the edge again after showering and getting changed into a green tube top and black jeans. "Wilbur?" "Yes?""Tell me about London."
YOU ARE READING
Your majesty
FanfictionDreamly was adopted by Philza when she was very young and knew that she was adopted, but little did she know, her real parents, were Dream and George, The king of the Dream smp and a prisoner. She starts visiting Dream after she was told never to me...