Short Stories of the SMP centred around Dream

The end of the SMP wars pt 2

-So, again there is a warning for gore, depiction of death (in detail, sorry) and images of character death. Double Warning! If you don't like death or gore then please avoid reading this. Again warning of graphic violence and gore.- 

Tommy's nerves were on fire. Puffy and Eret were decked out in enchanted netherite armour supplied by a rather reluctant Technoblade. The aforementioned man was currently occupied with suppling materials for Sam, Fundy and Foolish's project. Redstone dust wafted through the air tainting the oxygen around Tommy.

Tubbo was in full control of the situation and with the adults deciding he was to sit this one out, it left Tommy with nothing to do. Twiddling his thumbs as people moved about him. The lake around the community house was being dug deeper. A red stone contraption was built in case the lake failed, a massive tank underneath the main floor of the Community house was the failsafe.

"How are you doing Tommy?" Spinning his head to meet the gaze of the male beside him.

"I'm bored out of my mind! Nightmare is out there planning and I'm not able to help." Tommy responded thrashing his hands around dramatically to get his point across.

A sly grin spread across Quackity's face, this couldn't be good. Yet, the main part of Tommy's brain ignored this. "Well, I have an idea on how you could prove yourself as an adult and gain the respect of the others?"

"Go on..."

Wrapping one arm around his shoulder, Quackity broke into Tommy's personal space. It wasn't like he had any anyways, "You could go out there and find it yourself! Lure it here, trap it and end its tyrannical reign!" Quackity's voice rose with each word, his maniacal grin following in suit.

Tommy regretted listening to the older. The smell of rotten flesh filled the forest with its awful stench. Sword straight in front of him, Tommy stumbled blindly through the nightmarish forest.

"Why did you listen to him, Tommy! You should have just left Puffy and Eret to find him!" He scolded himself as he plodded on.

A high pitched scream echoed around him followed by a monstrous shriek. The sound of splintering wood and cracking bones filled his eardrums. His eyes saw red and his nose smelt bloody rust. Heavily panting he drags his lead arms to wipe the blood off his face. Shakily spinning to face the corpse.

Fluffy white hair draped over a pale face. Blood leaked out of a large gash reaching from her right thigh to her ribcage. Intestines leaked out of the shell spilling out onto the floor like a newborn, coiling like a snake at her feet. Staining the once pristine captains uniform a wine red.

"Puff...Puffy?" Stuttering he stumbled towards the corpse.

-Puffy was slain by Dream.-

He could hear the King plead for his life before there was a squelch. His breath faltered as he reread the message. Seconds later his comm pinged once more.

-Eret was slain by Dream.-

"No! NO! NOO!!!" He stumbled landing on his behind, mud ruining his once pristine clothing. "How! They weren't supposed to die! This isn't part of the plan!!" Sobbing. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks. "I have to take over, I am the hero of this story!" Lifting his trembling body, he hardened his expression. Gripping the handle tighter, he rubbed away the tears. "I've got this!" Confidence grew with each step he took into the unknown.

"Oh, rea...eally??" A voice groaned, the stench increasing as footsteps drew closer.

A rotting corpse dressed in Dream's prison uniform stumbled into Tommy's view. A wicked grin spread from his exposed face. Dried skin peeled away to show exposed bone and muscle underneath. The creepy smiley face mask was shattered down the centre, yet its expression remained haunting.