The Fight For L'Manburg

Green man is unhappy

Hello! Just a quick note, I won't be doing first person perspectives, but i will ad ()POV to show who the chapter/paragraph/whatever is focusing on! 

Enjoy!

Dream smp POV

"Where'd you get that?"

George looked at him questioningly, with the bottle raised to his lips. "This?" he asked, gesturing with the potion. Dream simply nodded and leaned back on the chest. "Oh, Wilbur and Tommy have started selling potions." He frowned behind his mask. Sure, this might be a pretty loosely policed server, but if Tommy and Wilbur intended to create a drug empire on his soil, they were going to have a problem.

George raised the bottle again, only to have it slapped from his grasp. He watched with wide eyes as the glass shattered on the stone floor, the gently bubbling liquid seeping into the cracks. He turned to Dream, who had his arm raised.

"What the fuck Dream?!" he exclaimed. Dream just lowered his arm. "Dream!" George yelled again. "I spent two blaze rods on that! What the hell!" 

"They're illegally selling shit on my server" Dream responded evenly. "If they don't ask for permission, they don't get to sell this stuff." Truthfully, he was more worried for George. He didn't trust the British trio as far as he could throw them. They could be putting anything in those potions. They probably didn't even know what the recipe for a simple night vision potion was. He didn't want his favourite person in the SMP getting poisoned, and he could probably muster up some sadness if Sapnap died, too.

"Plus, there could be anything in there. I don't trust British people" he said, before glancing at his companion. "With exceptions."

George turned away, his hugely oversized glasses slipping further down his nose to cover his cheeks. He didn't know what it was about Dream that made him blush and stutter like he did, but whatever it was, he wished it would stop. "Well, good" he muttered simply. "I'm expecting a refund of those blaze rods from you, by the way." Dream laughed, before saying farewell and leaving through the window.

He had some business to attend to.

L'manburg POV

"What's this?" He asked the green man, but he got no response. Turning around, he realised Dream already left. He looked back down at the book in his hands. Opening it, he found demands to stop producing drugs on Dream SMP lands immediately, or else there would be consequences. He sighed angrily and called on the blond child.

"Tommy, stop harassing Tubbo and get over here" he yelled at the boys outside the caravan. He saw Tommy say one last thing, and then departed with his companion to come inside. "Look at this shit, Tommy" Wilbur said, his voice even, but with a thread of anger underneath. Tommy grabbed the book, and skimmed the page. Wilbur saw his face darken, and Tommy looked up angrily.

"Who does this bitch boy think he is? He can't control everything we do! What the fuck! That bastard can't actually stop us from producing drugs, can he?" Tommy ranted. Wilbur put a hand on his shoulder, and Tommy subsided. "We won't let him stop us. He specified Dream SMP land, didn't he?" Tommy nodded, looking confused.

"We're just going to have to start our own SMP then"

Wilbur has expected a more grand reaction, but Tommy just looked at him incredulously. "Uhhhh, if you don't mind me asking... how?"

Wilbur sighed. "We make our own nation. We section off these lands and create our own country. A place just for the Europeans. Soon enough we'll have a whole European drug empire, and the Americans will be wishing they had let us create our drug business on their lands." Wilbur said grandly.

Tommy looked excited. "Hell yeah!" he cheered excitedly. "We're going to make that green bitch eat his words!" 

Wilbur grinned at the child's enthusiasm, but he wasn't nearly as optimistic. How would Dream react? He figured it was probably not a good idea to antagonise the owner of the server, but what could he do? Their streams fed into his popularity, and he knew just how vain Dream could be (for legal reasons this is a joke don't hurt me) so there was a good chance they wouldn't get banned. But he could do other stuff, like burn their homes and stuff. But that was a chance Wilbur was willing to take.

"First, we need a name for our new nation" Wilbur told Tommy. The blond immediately piped up with an answer. "Because we don't have any women on our server, how about something like Manburg, or Mantopia?" He said excitedly.

Wilbur contemplated. Manburg sounded good, but it was so... American. "How about... L'Manberg?" Wilbur asked. 

Tommy laughed. "L'Manberg. Perfect"

796 words

ack it's so short i'm sorry

my wifi has been out for the past day or two so i couldn't write anything. Also you could probably tell but i have absolutely no idea where i'm going with this. i'm just kinda making it up as i go lol

thanks for reading - Aloe