Dream SMP Oneshots

Snow Day

 As 'Cat' rang out across the air, two boys played in the snow together. One was rolling a newly formed snowball in the snow around him, his fluffy brown hair starting to get in the way of his eyes. The other one was finishing rolling the base for the snowman, determination bright in his crystal blue eyes.

"Tubbo, can you hurry up with that?" Tommy asked before his hands slipped and he fell face-first into the snow. Laughter split the music-filled air as Tommy got up and glared at his best friend. "Shut up, you bitch!"

Slowly, Tubbo stopped laughing while Tommy started on the head. "Toms, come over and help me put this on." Tommy came over and boosted the middle part up, with the help of the bee loving boy. "Is the head almost done?"

"Yep!" As Tommy said this, he walked back over to where he was previously kneeling and started to add more snow to the head. Instead of standing by and watching, Tubbo went over to the jukebox and put in 'Chirp.' Tommy's head snapped up at the sound of the disk playing, "Hey, this is Clara's song."

"Clara?" Tubbo asked as he checked his pockets to make sure he had some sticks.

Tommy nodded while focusing back on the snow-head, "Yeah! She's this really fucking cool space lady that I think of when I listen to this song. She's super pretty too. Although her spacesuit has heels, but I don't know how practical that is for space. Clara doesn't care about the heels though and she makes them work with the whole space outfit." Tommy looked up to see Tubbo with a dumb-looking smile on his face, "What?"

"Nothing. Have you ever met Clara? You seem to know a lot about her." Tommy's smile dropped a bit, but he quickly shook his head a little and smiled brightly again, like it never fell.

"Nah, I dunno if she's real. Clara is just the badass space lady that Chirp makes me think of," Tommy held up the snowball he had been working on the entire conversation up; it was almost the same size as his head, "The heads done! Do you have the things for the face?"

As Tommy got to his feet and placed the head on its spot, Tubbo dug through his coat pockets once more. "I got two sticks for it's-"

"Their," Tommy corrected, cutting Tubbo off, "They go by they/them."

Tubbo just smiled as he handed a stick to Tommy, "Okay, sorry. Two sticks for their arms and a carrot for their nose. But I don't have anything else."

"It's fine, Tubs." Once he put the stick in the right place and made sure it wouldn't fall, he rummaged through his own pockets, "I might have a few buttons on me. Ha!" In his gloved hand sat one black button with four holes and a yellow one with only two.

"Why did you have buttons in your pocket?" Tubbo placed the nose on while Tommy placed the eyes.

"I found them when I was on a walk with Wilbur and I liked them," The two boys took a few steps to look at their snowmen before Tommy talked again, "Do you think this string could work for their mouth?"

Lo and behold, a thin blue string was sitting on Tommy's other green glove. "Do I wanna know why the hell you have a string with you?" Tommy just blinked at him before pulling out five other strings, all different colors, from his left pocket.

"Will one of these work better?" Tubbo just laughed at his friend, which got him a few more confused blinks, "I could find something else to use-"

"No, no, they're all fine, Toms," Tubbo said between laughs, "But you just have some of the weirdest things in your pockets ever."

As he talked, Tommy dug into his coat pocket again, "I have the walnut as well. But I really like it, so I don't wanna use it,"

"That fine, this one will do," Tubbo took the blue string and carefully placed it onto the head, completely the snowman, "And we're done! Just in time too, 'Chirp' finished playing."

Without saying anything, Tommy took out the red-colored disk and put in a purple one called 'Mall'. "What should we call 'em?" Tommy sat down on the bench, after moving some snow off.

Tubbo sat down next to him, looking at their snowman, "I would say 'Frosty', but that's too common. Everyone names their snowman 'Frosty'." Tommy shrugged, leaning his head on Tubbo's shoulder.

"I vote 'Icyln.' That sounds like a nice name for them." Tubbo hummed and nodded.

"Icyln it is, then," The two friends fell into silence as music took over the air, making the boys feel a sense of safety and comfort. "Hey Toms, look. It's snowing." Tubbo moved his shoulder a little to get the attention of the blond.

Tommy lifted his head and Tubbo didn't miss the way his eye lit up with wonder and the way his smile changed to one that only was shown when snowflakes slowly flutter down to the earth. "It's so pretty," The awe-struck boy practically whispered.

"I guess it is," Tubbo never completely got why Tommy loved it when it snowed but never cared. Seeing his best friend so happy about something so little made the goat hybrid smile, so he had no reason to care to question.

"I love the snow. It's like one big blanket that mutes everything." As Tommy talked, he put his head back on Tubbo's shoulder. "Even if it's really cold." Tubbo laughed before they fell back into silence. The peaceful feeling grew with each second. They stayed there with Icyln on the other side of the jukebox long after the disk stopped and a few minutes after the sunset.

If only it stayed that way

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Tommy sat on the bench, shivering in the cold and his fall jacket wasn't helping much, while the air hung with heavy silence and snow drifted to the already covered ground. Since there was no music pouring out of the old and weather-worn jukebox the once loved area felt different to the blond.

He had been hoping that Tubbo would come with him, maybe build a snowman or just listen to music like they used to. But Tubbo wasn't even home when he went over there. Ranboo had been the one to answer it, holding Micheal in his arms while said baby Piglin chewed on a gold ingot. So Tommy quickly apologized for bugging them and left towards the old bench.

Snowflakes fell on his head, getting his hair slightly damp, while he hugged his knees closer to him and stared out at nothing. The sun was setting, and the snowfall was slowly getting worse. Tommy knew he should probably be getting home, the longer he stays out the colder it will get and the worse the snow would be.

But he didn't want to leave. This was the only spot that hadn't been fucked up too much like the rest of the SMP. It was still the spot he spent hours at with Tubbo. It hadn't been blown up or destroyed and while sitting there Tommy could almost convince himself that everything was okay and that L'Manberg was still standing tall and proud with its freedom.

Tommy wanted to believe it, to convince himself that it was true. But he could never do that. If he were to do that, once he left this spot everything would come crumbling down.

So, Tommy just stayed in his and Tubbo's spot, wishing Tubbo was with him so he wouldn't have to be alone again.

Happy New Years everyone! I hope you liked this one and that you all had a great New Years Eve. Let's hope my updates get more common for my other stories this year.  Probably not though... :p

Anyways, love you all my little stars! Have some chocolate before you go! 🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫