𝓐 𝓓𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓬 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝓤𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓞𝔀𝓷 - TOH x DSMP

the fuck is this owl tube

Tommy groaned, blinking his eyes as he sat up. He was still in his pajamas (a plain white shirt with some gray sweatpants), which was a shock to him. Wasn't he just in Tubbo and Ranboo's house? If that was the case, why is it so hot?

He nervously looked around, taking in the scenery. He was in some kind of autumn-like forest. There wasn't any green, at least from what he saw. Bones littered the area as well, making the setting rather... grim.

He turned his attention to the two bodies near him, their chests rising and falling slowly. Ranboo and Tubbo were here too, both also dressed in pajamas.

"Tubs! Ran! Wake up, damnit!" Tommy yelled, shaking his two friends. They shot up, looking around with messy hair and small pupils.

"Where are we...?" Ranboo said, calm from realizing they weren't in any imminent danger.

"It's fucking hot, bossman! Feels like somethin's boiling..." Tubbo muttered, standing and helping Ranboo and Tommy up. Tommy couldn't help but constantly brush the dirt off his feet.

"There's also bones here, at least I think they're bones..." Tommy muttered, pointing at one of the jutting white rocks.

"Looks like bones to me!" Tubbo said, standing proudly. Tommy inched away from it.

"Guys, there's a tower in the distance, maybe we can ask whoever they are for help." Ranboo pointed out, tail gently swishing.

"Let's head over! Grab your sticks, cause we gotta be ready to fight if they aren't friendly!" Tubbo said, picking up a stick twice his height. Ranboo slapped it out of his hands, handing him a normal sized one. Tommy grabbed a small one.

The walk over was rather peaceful. Nothing major happened, just the trio pointing out strange things in the forest. It was peaceful, until they got to the front door.

The strange white house had an owl-shape on the door, and Tommy could've sworn it had blinked. The trio approached it, before-

"HEY! I'm Hooty, Hoot-hoot! Say, do you know Luz, the human? You have round ears too! Oh wait, are you from-" The owl tube spoke, wrapping around them. It was fucking horrifying, and Tommy could've sworn it was made out of 20% mucus. Or more.

Tubbo then beat him on his head, causing him to pause.

"HEY! Hoot! Ow! Don't have to be so rude! Hoot!" The Owl (Owl? Bird?? Tube???) said, backing up into the door. Tommy wondered how he, 1. Fit, and 2. how long he was.

"EDAAA! There's some people here who hit me!" He said, opening the door (somehow) and extending upstairs. Tubbo and Tommy started to walk in, but were held by the shoulders by Ranboo.

After a few minutes, three figures descended the stairs and stood at the doorway: a Latino girl, a gray-haired woman in her 40's and a small, gray cat/dog/fox thing with a skull on his head.

The human opened her eyes so wide at the sight of Tommy- was it because he was a human, like the girl? Whatever that was, before she got a chance to speak, the older woman stood in front on her, glaring and holding a brown staff with an Owl top.

"Who are you, and why are you here? If you're here to catch me, good luck. I'm the strongest witch on the Boiling Isles, who's with the strongest human on the Boiling Isles."

"Whoa, a witch? Witches on the SMP look a lot different. Your hair is also very fluffy. Wait, Boiling Isles? This isn't the SMP. Did the drawing you make..." Ranboo trailed off, tail gently brushing the dirt around on the ground.

"Uh, what's an S-M-P?" The small gray creature said, poking his head out.

Then, a loud rumble shook the earth, darkening the clouds.

"AH! Boiling Rains! Hooty, pellet those three. King, Luz, get inside. I'll make the shield, then we can question those three." The older woman said, running outside.

Tommy didn't see the rest of what she was doing because he was swallowed. Fucking alive.

Jesus, he didn't recommend getting eaten alive-