warcrimes || dreamsmp oneshots

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬

ships?: none
notes: watch tubbos vod (the VOTE RESULTS ARE TODAY!) tommys vod (THE RESULTS ARE NOW) wilburs vod (the election results) erets vod (ELECTION RESULTS DAY!!!) for more context. there might be ppls vods that i missed lol rip
also, mc but irl. so like everyone has a home server where they usually sleep in, smps are like visiting your friends house but its a hugeass town and you can sleep wherever tf you want and do whatever you want blah blah
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"I am the king of this SMP. I can help them, I have the resources and power to help them. But- but the thing is, I have to earn their trust. And that's not earned easily. That's not earned easily, not at all," The brit proclaimed to seemingly nobody, watching the sleek device on his wrist beep as his chat started talking about what a dramatic speech he'd made. Frankly, it was disconcertingly alive.

Sighing, Eret looked up from the perch he was standing on. "Bad knows not to tell everyone else.. I should go get Niki, shouldn't I?" The small beeping of the device attached to his wrist confirmed that his chat was agreeing with him, a slight smile making its way across his face as he saw the chat's positive response. "Right then- we'll go find her, shall we?"

As he made his way through the forest, another ping sounded in Eret's ears, making the brit wince at the loud noise, reaching over to quiet down his chat. "Do you regret betraying Tommy and Wilbur?" He read the donation aloud, pausing for a moment to think.

"Well, I- at first, I didn't but.. I mean, now, I want their trust. And like, that's- I know it won't be easy to get, but- I want to help. I want to help them."

Once again, the sunglasses wearing man sighed, a long, drawn out and sorrow sound.

"Oh- wait, what?"

Looking back on the player count on the SMP, Eret noticed that everyone had logged out- probably to go back to their home servers, or maybe to just reset the lag- besides him and Fundy. That was just perfect timing too, because a small ding sounded from the glitching virtual screen situated beside him.

In chat, the fox hybrid had messaged him. 'I have a list of questions for you.' Typing out a response on the silvery screen floating in front of him, the response popped up a few moments later.

Eret: Oh? Go ahead and ask them.
Fundy: Meet up?
Eret: Uh, cords?
Fundy: 69, -420. And before you say it, n i c e .
Eret: LMAO
Eret: Even though you said it first, n i c e.

Running to the cords listed on his chat, Eret skid to a stop in front of Fundy, who was overlooking a small clearing in the forest.

"Alright, what'd you want to ask me?"

"Let me start, what do you think of those walls-" At this, Fundy spun around, gesturing to the large flag of L'Man- no, not L'Manburg, Eret reminded himself. Manburg- swaying in the distance. "-Being torn down?"

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Eret wrung his hands together.

"Well, I think it's a huge disrespect of history. I made those walls. I made those walls, and they're taking it down."

"What do you think about Schlatt? About him being on top, that is."

Tommy would make fun of Fundy for saying 'on top' and tease him about being a bottom for that, Eret knew. But the mere memory of Tommy made a painful jolt shoot through his mind, and he gripped his hands tighter.

"I'm going to be honest here. I don't like him. I don't like him a bit."

Fundy stared him down for a moment, the fox hybrid's eyes boring past his sunglasses and into his own.

"..I have a plan. I have a plan, that I think might just work."

"Well? What is it?"

Fundy leaned in closer to him, making Eret heat up a bit, although he kept himself calm and composed.

"Well..."

The whispered response made Eret's eyes widen a bit, making the brit more thankful for his shades hiding his expression. "Oh?" "Yeah. And if this conversation gets out to Schlatt, everything is done for."

Fundy stood up, brushing his pants off.

"I want to warn you now, Eret. Things are gonna happen in the next few weeks that Schlatt will be president. Chaos is going to be sowed. Havoc- havoc will be wreaked. But I have a plan. And I want you on my side, Eret."

The brit now helped himself off the ground, removing his shades as he looked the fox hybrid in the eyes.

"I promise you, I am."

"I'll hold you to that."