The Only Universal Language...[Dream smp x Reader]

Ch. 3

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𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐲; 𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐲
𝚂𝚒𝚡 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑
𝙿𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚒 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝙸'𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑
𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚐𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝
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0:00 ───|────── 3:52

|◁ II ▷|

𝕐/𝕟'𝕤 ℙ.𝕆.𝕍.

"Woah, Techno look! That wasn't here last time!" I said, pointing around at different buildings on the SMP. We walked over to Tommy's house and saw it was all neatly decorated. I walked in and looked around. I eventually walked into the music room where a bench, a bed and a jukebox laid. "I remember late nights when I would get home late, I would always come and crash the night with Tommy. It scared Wilbur shitless to say the least." I explained to Techno as he looked around the room a little. All he did was hum in response. I flick some dust off the bed and turned back to him.

"Want to go exploring a little more?" I eagerly nodded my head. We walked out of Tommy's house and heard distant voices coming from the pathway. I squint and see two figures walking through the gate and ignoring the signs placed by Tommy.

"Did you hear Fundy?"

"Hear what?"

"Well, Tommy wouldn't stop boasting about how Y/n was back."

"You're lying!"

"I'm not!"

"Purpled, she left like what...A year ago? She said she wouldn't be back, not even to visit!"

"Well, I don't trust Tommy. He's been off his wire lately."

"I'm pretty sure that's not how the saying goes-"

"Oh shut up, you aren't no English Major!"

"But there is one standing right here!" I happily said, elbowing Techno in his side. He chuckled a little and ruffled my hair. I flicked his hand off my head and smiled up at him. I roll my eyes at him and look back at my old friends.

Purpled looked almost the exact same as when I left. His purple hoodie looked as if it was freshly bought, he had a way with making things look that way. His usual vibrant Purple eyes were duller than usual, but they were slowly gaining their color back. His black jeans had only small tears and his purple converse where the same, just a little beaten up. The only noticeable change on him was that his hair was a lighter shade of blonde than it usually was.

Fundy had a few differences though. His ears had grown more fur inside them, desperately in need of a trim. His tail looked...Really overgrown. His Orange hair stuck to the sides of his face from the sweat he had gained from walking. His hat pushed all of it down, taming the fluffiness it had. He still had the same black jacket with orange, yellow and blue stripes. It was a little short on him though, it reached to his belly button at max. His white shirt clung to his skin from the restriction from his belt. His black jeans had no tears in them, and he had traded his old flip flops for a pair of brown boots. It's nice to see that somethings never change huh?