Like it or not... We're family | [a history of DSMP]

~ Doomsday ~

"Bastion of sanctuary, this is the day that everything will fall"

Their time was up, New L'Manburg didn't seem to want to give up so now, Dream, Technoblade, Philza and Kristin finished their preparations. The crow and the god were in charge of making potions, Dream enchanted the weapons and armor and Kristin was dedicated to creating the structure in which they would place the TNT duplicators, they got tired of the corruption and injustice growing in New L'Manburg, so they had to end it

"A look of fear caught in the lighting, your judgdment day is coming once and for all "

Philza: Dream how much time do we have?

Dream: uh- An hour, hour and a half I think...

Technoblade: What do you mean "I think"? We're working like crazy here

Dream: Hey, I wasn't the one who was creating the structure in the middle of the night.

Kristin: I'm almost done, the faction is terribly huge

Philza: Haha, yes... But hey, there will only be a huge crater left, right?

Technoblade: Tommy is-

Dream: I'll meet Mexican Dream and Drista in a few minutes, stop crying

Philza: You make it very difficult for us considering who you killed.

Dream: For the last time. He asked me to do it

Technoblade: oh, a deja vu

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Tommy: ... You're not coming back with me?

Wilbur: I have to stay a little longer, hey, I guess I didn't do such a bad job... Two months and you can go back there

Tommy: pff- the most certain thing is that they I've been dead for three years

Wilbur: We'll never know if you don't go back...

Tommy: Wilbur... I- agh

Wilbur: what? Did you miss me that much?

Tommy: It's just- I don't know how to say it...

Wilbur: hey... I'm proud, I'm very proud of you

Tommy: ... I can't wait to see you again
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Tubbo: I... How did this happen to you? I- I know you don't talk much it's just-

Phantommy: ... I dunno... It's not really your buisness

Ranboo: oh this is *cof cof* akward

Tubbo: I'm not in the mood for this, I'll go to sleep...

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"An anthem of death sings out a cry, a whispering voice invading your mind"

Dream was heading to Pogtopia with Tommy's corpse while Phantommy, Drista and Mexican Dream were already there, They put the body in the middle of everyone and the ghost sat next to him. They started using their ropes to bring Tommy back to life, hoping not to corrupt his soul in the process....

Wilbur: oh... I think that's your call

Tommy: W-wil!

Wilbur: yeah?

Tommy: ... Don't take your time, come back

Wilbur: Of course I'm going back, there's a million things I haven't done yet