MCYT Vampire Oneshots

A hunt 500 years after the book finishes (gore warning)

CW: A lot of gore. Like, a lot. I mean it. There is a ton.

Requested by The_Hecate4

Context: This is 500 years after the book ended. The SBI are still doing fine and are still in the same place. Tommy has become a ruthless killing machine, as he has got rid of every connection to his humanity. Ranboo is dead and Tubbo is still locked up and being tortured.

"Hey, Tommy, want to go for a hunt?" Wilbur asked Tommy. "I'm going with Techno, wanted to see if you'd like to tag along too."
"Fuck yeah!" Tommy said enthusiastically. "I'm up for it."
"Alright, good," Wilbur said, smiling, and Tommy smiled back.

This was not rare, but it was still appreciated. The exchange of smiles.

Tommy was wearing a red coat over a puffy white shirt. The coat was long- it was made in exactly the same design as Wilbur's long brown overcoat but it was red instead of brown. Phil had made it for him.
They met Techno at the door and headed out, passing Quackity's little house on their land.
"Hey, my duckling!" Wilbur called out. "We're going for a hunt, do you want to come?"
Quackity opened the door and came out.
"I'm alright, Wilby, I've eaten already today, but thanks for the offer," he said, and went back inside.
"Did he just call you Wilby?" Tommy asked Wilbur, laughing.
"Yes?" Wilbur said, confused. "Don't tell me, in the five hundred years you've known me and Quackity, you've never heard him call me that?"
"No?"
"Well fucking done, Captain Observant."
"Shut up, Wilby."
"Seriously?"
Techno sighed. "Can you two stop bickering and can we actually get to the hunt?"
"Alright," Wilbur said, laughing.
"So where are we going this time?" Tommy asked them. "And how many people are there?"
"We're going to a big city which is kinda on the border of L'Manburg," Techno answered. "It's got a population of about fifty thousand. So we'll have easy pickings."
It had been eight hundred years, and the dirty city with slums and disease was still up and running.

The shack that Tommy had, centuries ago, taken refuge in with Ranboo and Tubbo, had been demolished.

Tommy had only learned about Ranboo's death a few days after it happened, but oddly he was not affected.
No tears were shed, no condolences given, just a simple "OK."
Now Ranboo was but a mere headstone, covered in moss and dirt, with chipped stone. Rotted allium bulbs sat beside the grave, once beautiful and now disgusting.
The name on the gravestone was barely legible. Time had not been fair nor good to Ranboo. Tommy had only visited Ranboo once- that was a day after he'd learned of his once best friend's death. He visited once just to say goodbye, but had been banned from visiting again by Phil.

Tommy couldn't even remember what Ranboo looked like, to be honest, his image was blurred and confusing in his mind. He couldn't remember anything about him. Not his full name, his voice, what he looked like, what things he liked, his favourite food. Nothing.

"...and that's why you should be nicer to Big Q," he heard Wilbur saying. He'd zoned out thinking about Ranboo, and had ignored the majority of the conversation.
They walked for a while, talking and occasionally arguing as well.
"Ugh, this is taking foreverrrr..." Tommy whined. "Can't I just use my wings?"
"If you can carry me and Wilbur as well," Techno said, deadpan.
"Oh. Never mind."
"No, Tommy, I insist!" said Wilbur jokingly. "Please do. I want a ride."
"You're not riding on my fucking back, OK, Wil? Neither are you, pink bitch," Tommy said annoyedly.
"Hey, don't bring me into this!" Techno said indignantly.
They walked in silence for a few minutes.
"Are you sure you can't give us a ride, Tommy?"

They arrived (by foot, not by wing) at a city. It wasn't a unique city, it seemed. To Tommy, every city looked the same. Same concrete pavements. Same grey, tall flats. Same tall buildings. He really couldn't differentiate cities between each other.
"Put these on," Wilbur commanded, handing Techno and Tommy a pair of sunglasses apiece.
"Why?" Tommy asked.
"Well, we couldn't find the coloured contact lenses today. So you'll have to wear them to disguise yourself."
"Fair enough. How many people should we kill each?"
"Ten is the maximum," Techno chimed in.
"Awww, seriously? I wanna get a twenty kill feed, though," Tommy whined.
"At the rate you're going, there isn't going to be anyone left to kill, Tommy. Stick with ten," Wil said sharply.
"Ugh, OK, Wilby."
"Fuck's sake!"
They split up- Techno took the west quarter, Tommy the north and Wilbur the east.
Tommy liked to make up creative ways to lure people into alleyways. He loved the one where he stole something from them, they chased him, he ran into an alleyway and then mercilessly murdered them.
He also inwardly betted against if they'd sob, if they'd beg for their life etc.
He loved it when they begged for their life, especially when he knew damn well that grovelling wouldn't change anything. They'd still die a painful death, an indecipherable smear on the wall, missed by no one.
He loved luring groups as well.
He'd usually use the stealing tactic on a gang member, then the gang member and all their mates would come after him. It was satisfying and oh so addicting, their faces when they realised that they'd been tricked.
He decided to go for a gang.
He spent ten minutes wandering around in his sunglasses, looking for gang members. Finally, he spotted some. It was a gang of about six teenagers who looked around seventeen or eighteen.
A wallet was sticking out of the pocket of a boy a little shorter than Tommy.
He pretended to bump into the boy, slipping his hand quickly in and out of his pocket and grabbing the wallet.
Unbeknownst to Tommy, Wilbur and Techno were watching him from one of the roofs. Talking about him.
"Ohh, I know this trick," Wilbur said confidently. "He's gonna show that he's stolen the kid's wallet and run off, then the kid will run after him right into an alleyway. And-"
Wilbur made a slicing motion at his throat and made a choking noise.
"Yes, yes, I know that one," Techno said. "You know, the one he's done a million times before."
"Why not?" Wilbur said. "It gets us money if we ever want to buy a human thing."
"Eh. At least he's happy. I'm proud of the little guy. He's come so far," Techno said.
"Yeah. Do you remember the trembling child in the bed that swore he'd never drink blood or kill anyone?" Wilbur said, chuckling. His memory wasn't that good, but that moment would never be forgot.
"Heh. Yeah. Now look at him. Ruthless."