MC Youtuber Oneshots

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Ship- None (Anything shiplike between people are platonic)

A/N: Whilst writing this Tubbo briefly had the They/Them pronouns tag in his discord. He no longer uses them so if you're curious, that is why!

WordCount- 9500

Triggers- Blood, death (It's a story about war what'd you expect)

(This was meant to be a short dramatic rewrite of the DreamSMP war.....till it became 3400 words and I had just gotten into the main storyline. The storyline and events are different so stick around:D

[Sidenote not all info eg. Heights, dates, and locations may be accurate with the real war for writing purposes]

Without further a do here's my twist on the infamous "Dream SMP" war

3rd Person POV

Tommy immediately caught sight of Wilbur's hat through the side window of the very oddly located truck in the middle of L'Manberg and hushed the rest of the group, Tubbo, Eret, and Fundy, who for some reason had a suit that looked suspiciously like it was made out of crayons if that made any sense.

"Everyone." Wilbur swung the door wide opened to find his group waiting for him with eager eyes at their leader.

"How's my little Fundy doing?" All of their eyes simultaneously lost all hope seeing Wilbur approach Fundy and started poking him in the cheek.

"I'm doing fine, but we have a war to fight." Fundy awkwardly pushed him away as Wilbur regained his composure and cleared his throat.

He took a glance around the room, giving a slight nod to every single member.

"Today gentlemen, we prepare to fight not for glory or riches, but for L'Manberg and our freedom!" Wilbur was immediately echoed by Tommy and Fundy letting out a cheer which was quickly shushed.

"I see you all have done your jobs." Wilbur turned around and started swiftly walking out with his hands clasp together behind him. The others quickly filed out after their leader into the small walled city of L'Manberg.

The blackstone walls were one of their biggest achievements, decorated with different types of blocks and colours with each member adding their own special touches to make it feel more personalized. Each wall bordered with one of the four men's signature colours and Wilbur decorating the doorway with blue and black, representing the ocean that L'Manberg sat on the edge of.

Tubbo fiddled with their sleeves nervously, watching as Wilbur looked through the chests of supplies they had gathered and hoped it was enough.

"We couldn't get everyone full sets because my old base was ambushed by the Dream Team last night whilst Eret and I were still gathering thin-"

"It's fine Tubbo, the most important thing is you're here. These are more than enough." Wilbur reassured and took a look around at his people surrounding him.

Tommy quickly grabbed a spare set he had kept on him, "Wilbur here, take this."

With a nod Wilbur took it, "Tomorrow is the day we fight for our land, but we do not fight with swords but rather our words!" He dropped the armour straight into the small lake in the middle of L'Manberg which made Tommy and Tubbo share a nervous glance.

"R-right." Tommy coughed out and held his hands behind his back.

"We may be out gunned, out manned." The sun rose behind him, illuminating his hair like wisps of golden string, "Out numbered and out planned, but we have each other and a nation to fight for. All they have for motivation is greed, and greed never prospers."