Union

by SinnerInTheMaking

Summary:

Ghostboo was always doing random things around the server so no one noticed when the apparition goes missing for a few days. Though it seems Tommy went missing too...

A/N: This is actually my first attempt on something this weird or dark related to the DreamSMP, especially Tommy, Tubbo, or Ranboo because yeah... Grey area for me, but this is base on their characters not their real people guys so warning!

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Waking up in darkness was not ideal for Tommy, honestly he had no clue how he came to this situation, but here he is. Feeling the familiar iron-bands around his wrist caused a spike of panic in his chest; 'WHAT THE FUCK!? HOW DID I GET HERE!? WHY AM I CHAINED TO THE WALL!?' is what rang through his mind. 
He tried to remember what had happened the day before-...

First he did his usual chores, tended to his son Shroud, took him to primary school, then checked up Tubbo since the boy had still been mourning for his husband. Ghostboo stopped by constantly talking and chatting away which he glossed over more focus on fixing his new house since Bad fuckin ruined his old home. 

Though near the end Ghostboo actually went quiet for a time, but afterwards he didn't remember- 

"You're awake!" he flinched to see the familiar apparition standing before him, "I was worried I hit you too hard!" he giggled which caused him to growl.

 "What the hell is going on Boo where am I!?"

"Well that's a silly question, your finally home, my lovely!" he went floating by as he brought the blonde into a hug. "Wha-?" he goes, "what do you mean? Was it you who brought me here?" 

"Yup!" went Ghostboo, "finally came around to it! Alive me never had the guts to do it, because of all the trauma you dealt with and he didn't want to scare you. However, seeing you struggle while raising Shroud, I knew I couldn't let you live like that anymore," then he began removing the sheet showing blank soulless eyes staring right at him. 
A shiver ran down his spine as he stared into those eyes, "why?" 

"That's a silly answer," he giggled, "it's because I love you!" 

Tommy couldn't breathe... "you already know I do too-" 

"Not platonically actually," went Ghostboo, he began showing a mixture of fondness and sadness, "alive me always wanted to be with you, love you unconditionally and protect you, but he married Tubbo and though he loves the ram, he always wished it was you." 

He then smiled wider, "well since death-do-us-apart has happened I can say I freely can love you! At least for both me and Alive me." 

"That's... just so wrong... plus you know I am not gay, Boo," went Tommy as he began trying to break free of the chains. The ghostly apparition smile became sad, his pointed ears droop, "I know... but I want to try... though me doing this might have been the wrong way of doing it," he admits before unclipping the chains from the blonde. 

"I want really want you to love me Tommy,  seeing you alone and no one to lean on always made me sad and no it's not pity," he frowns, "since the first day I met you, you just seem so... perfect..." a dopey smile formed on his face like some lovestruck teenager.

'Technically he is a teenager,' Tommy thought as he nervously backed away from the ghost. "You seriously need help if you think, I'm perfect," he said as he ignored the intense stare from the ghost. He liked it better when he had the sheet on; "But you are! Tommy, you always seem so bright even when the world puts you down, your laugh is contagious, your smile always warms my heart, I can listen to you for hours and never get tired of it. I love you Tommy, so so much and if I can, I would give you the world." 

This was becoming creepy and very scary  to him, as of now he just wanted to get home and cuddle with his son- "WAIT!? WHERE IS SHROUD!?" he screeched causing the ghost to flinch, but the smile returned, "he's in his new room!" he then takes his hand, "let me show you! I built this home for us so come! You'll love it!" he half-dragged the blonde as Tommy began to fill a sudden wave of dread in his stomach as the ghost guided him out. 
Realizing he was in the basement of the house; It was furnished and homey, like some cabin in the woods type shit, glossy floorboards, red satin couches, a side kitchen and table along with photos of Tommy and Shroud during events that happened in the Beloved Manor. Some of Ranboo and Michael, but none of Tubbo with him and his husband, however it seems like some showed a group photo of the three, but sparse; one photo showed a picture of Tommy, Ranboo and Michael together. Originally Tubbo was beside Tommy in that huddle... He was cut out. 

"Do you like it? I worked three days and nights to finish this place, homey and welcoming too, I know you've been trying for a more cabin in woods aesthetic so I went by that". He twirled with the biggest of grins on his face all while Tommy was beginning to feel more nervous and unsafe by the second as he stayed in that house. 

"Do you like it?" he asked a little softer as he reached to the blonde. Taking hold of him in his arms as he felt the chalky blood coat his hands, "if you don't like it, I can always make it better or bigger, anything you want me to do, I will do it love," he said. 

"Stop it!" he pushed away, "this is so fuckin weird Boo, it just feel so damn wrong! You're Tubbo's husband and your just acting like two whole years didn't matter! And on top of it! I am not GAY! I don't want this Boo, this just so wrong!" 

"Tommy-"

"Where is Shroud, I swear to God if you hurt my son-" 

"What!? No!" he screeched, "I would never lay a hand on our boy, you know I never do that to you or him." 

"He isn't yours Boo, now where is he?" he growled as the ghost began sulking, "he's in his room, playing with his brother," said Ghostboo as the blonde dashed upstairs ignoring the ghost.

 "Shroud!?" he called out, "baby, where are you?!" 

"Papa!" he hears turning to see familiar ruby eyes, "Mimi!" oh god!

Standing next to his son was a very familiar child, the boy had been missing for weeks since the death of Ranboo. Apparently he was stolen from his bedroom by Sapnap and was never seen again. "Michael?" he whispered as the boys quickly hugged him, terrified and shaken by the whole ordeal. Then again Michael has been living with his dead father for the past five months, he would be scared too. 

"How beautiful," he heard seeing the apparition watching them with a loving look on his features, "your such a natural father." 

The boys whimpered at the sight of being, which caused the ghost to frown, "I never mean to scare them, but I guess me looking like this does that to children," he then goes to nearby door and opens it to reveal it to be a closet. Taking out a sweater and quickly covers the open wound that symbolizes his death, "is that better?" he asked looking for approval as the boys held tighter to Tommy. 

None spoke a word as the male waited, his smile still present and loving despite the circumstance. Then somewhere in the house, a clock chimed signaling it was 6 o'clock "oh! I better get started on dinner then, why not you get comfortable, I'll make some rabbit stew just for you guys, maybe even bake a cake! After all we should celebrate, the whole family is finally together." He quickly descend the stairs as he gave the blonde a lasting look, "take your time, love, we have all the time in the world," he sings leaving the three alone in the hallway terrified of what is to come. 

Tommy quickly guided the boys into the room locking it inside as he turned to them both, "Mimi, what's wrong with Dada? Why is he see-through?" his heart clenched at that question. The boy had no clue what happened to his father, but it was obvious he was terrified of the being who stood in for him. "He's-" how can he explain this to a five year old? Pretty sure Tubbo would kill him if he told the boy Ranboo was dead. "I don't know kiddo," he whispered as he kneel down sitting beside the door as the boys crawled over and find sanctuary within his arms. Tears began forming in his eyes, but he kept them from falling not wishing to make the boys feel any worse than they already are. 

Meanwhile Ghostboo was thrilled, his heart- well soul sung praises, he felt content and complete now that his family was together now. Though he did feel guilty for excluding Tubbo since he really did care for the brunette, but he just wanted it to be only him, Tommy, and their boys. This home was theirs, he ensured to make this place safe and secured away from prying eyes and no maniac hunting his lovely boys down. So far from the SMP, but not far enough for the citizens to go looking for them, he knows some will try and find them. Despite what everyone says, one way or another, they care for Tommy and the boys.

They WILL go looking, but as long as Ghostboo keeps showing up and not be suspicious he should be in the clear. "Almost forgot the cake," he sings as he began bring out the ingredients for the cake, "Tommy likes strawberries so let's add some strawberries," he mutters to himself. A smile still present on his fanged lips as he began mixing, he hummed a soft tune as he heard footsteps above, "they must be playing." 

He couldn't wait for the days onwards, it's just him, his children, and his lovely partner, he hopes to woo him. Yes, Tommy may not be gay, but he was willing to try to change his mind, may not be right, but he couldn't wait anymore. 

Maybe he could wait after all, he didn't want Tommy to outright hate him. That would be terrible and painful, the idea of his lovely hating him scared Ghostboo. So he'll take him on little dates or spend time with them all as a family; when he was alive and still married to Tubbo, he recalls how rare it was to have family time with the ram. He was always working in his workshop, always came home late, and never had actual time for a date. He recalled how lonely he was in that mansion... Why did he even purchase that thing? It was such a terrible idea, but he guess it had to do with the guilt he felt for not fully loving Tubbo. 

He did love Tubbo, but THAT relationship was more platonic than a usual marriage, and his heart always cried out whenever he was around Tommy or seen Tommy. It ate at him inside when he realized this, but that was the truth. 

"No more sad thoughts!" he said, "family is here, they're finally together, and I am so grateful they are here with me," his smile returned and he then placed the batter he had been stirring for the past minute into a cake pan and began placing it in the oven. 

He silently squeal with joy at the mere thought of them enjoy their first home-cooked meal, "now to call them down~" he floated towards the stairs with glee, "Tommy, Michael, Shroud~ Dinner time~" 

Silence. 

"..." 

No footsteps, "Tommy? Shroud? Michael?" he called again floating to the second floor as he made clear to the door. "Hello? Sweethearts?" he went as he grabbed the knob. Locked. 

"Oh..." maybe it was too early? 

He had forgotten the appropriate time for meals so he had a hard time feeding Michael at first. Eventually he had manage to get a book about home life and made a schedule so he could know when breakfast, lunch, and dinner was available. 

"Darling?" that felt so good to say, "it's dinner time, please come down," he knows Tommy must be starving, the boy had not eaten since he dropped off Shroud at Primary School; the blonde had a habit to go without and the boys had lunch seven hours ago so he was sure they were hungry. 

A shuffle began to form as he heard the door click and opened revealing a grey-blue orb peeking out the crack. He smiled feeling at ease to know his beloved didn't run; he had an inkling suspicious that the blonde will plan to escape, but he is happy to know he didn't run. "Dinner's ready love, come down, I also have cake ready... well almost ready," he went as the blonde stood quiet for a time before he heard more shuffling behind him. "Mimi?" Oh! Were their children asleep? He didn't mean to wake them, "I'm hungry Papa," he heard Shroud say causing him to smile at their voice. 

"Come on..." he heard as his beloved opened the door wider revealing tired and puffy eyes. 

'Were they crying? Oh no, why were they sad? Did something happened?' his thoughts were interrupted as his beloved went pass him. His children followed behind which caused him to purr softly at this. Floating behind them as they went to the kitchen, table was nicely prepared, a nice pot of rabbit stew on a towel, bread prepared and fresh. "Go ahead and help yourselves, I'll go check on the cake," he beams as he floated towards the oven preparing the pull out the pan. 

Tommy helped the boys sit down and serve them not wishing they grow hungry. Though he really didn't want to eat, the sheer thought of food made his stomach twist and encouraging the ghost was also not on his list. So he sat watching the boys eat ravenously which eased his worries a bit, though now he had to plan, he couldn't stay here. Tubbo and Puffy would be worried and he was sure Michael wanted to go home. 

"Tommy," he internally groaned as he casted his eyes to the ghost, "darling why aren't you eating? We have plenty, I even made sure to make extra," he said putting the cake down as he seated himself beside him. His skin pricked at the cold feeling and caused his body to shiver slightly at his presence. "Not hungry," he went trying to scoot away from the male, "don't lie love," he freeze, "you have not eaten anything since breakfast, you need to eat something now," he looked disappointed as he started scolding the blonde, trying to convince he should eat and not ignore his needs, "I don't need to eat all the time Gh- Boo so stop pestering me," he hissed noticed the uneasy looks on the boys. The ghost look really angry, but he kept his lips shut and simply began serving him despite his protest. 

              After dinner Ghostboo cleaned up and put everything away (even the food Tommy didn't eat) then encouraged the three to play a game, though no one wanted to play, it discouraged the male, but he shelved that idea for another day. 

"I'm tired Mimi," went Michael earning a yawn from Shroud as well, "oh right! you two have school tomorrow! Let's get you ready to bed," he gestured the two whom now seem wide awake with fear. Tommy quickly moved trying to encourage Michael and Shroud to speed it up in hopes they not be touched by the ghost. The two quickly zoomed away and seek refuge in their bedroom as Tommy began helping them be ready. 

It caused the ghost to sulk more, but he watched with glee as his beloved worked with them so tenderly. It warmed his soul and made him fall in love all over again as the blonde act so natural with their children. "Night night Mimi," went Michael as he was tucked in his new bed, "nighty night Papa," said Shroud as he curled under the covers. Tommy stood there for a bit seemingly reluctant to leave, "come on love, I'll show you to the bedroom." 

The blonde slowly walked backwards before finally turning to the ghost. Leaving the room in silence as Ghostboo closed the door, "this way~" he purrs taking ahold of his hand. 

Guiding him around as his tail wags gleefully oblivious of the blonde's face began to slowly morph into fear. 

"Wait, where-" 

"We share a bedroom love," he went as he opened the door at the end. It was the master's bedroom walls painted red with white banisters, decorated with a mahogany bedframe that looked more for royalty than a normal bed frame. "Ghost don't need s-sleep," the pitch in his voice went higher causing the male to turn to see a fearful looking Tommy. 

"Yes, but I like it, makes me feel normal and I like the idea of sharing a bed with you," he smiled as he brought the blonde to the a dresser cabinet, "I have some clothes just for you, so go ahead and pick any, I have to go lock up," he quickly flew out leaving the blonde alone. Tommy was trembling feeling extremely unsafe now that he was alone, without the children to prevent any mishaps from happening he didn't know what the Ghost would do to him. 'I can find another place to sleep- no, he won't let me leave his side, pretty sure he'll just carry me,' he thought, 'I really don't want him near me.' 

"All done love," he flinched, "oh you haven't changed yet, that's okay take your time." The apparition then went towards the window and proceed to twist the knobs; Tommy shifted around the same spot knowing he'll have to do it anyway. 

Quickly he pulled out some over-sized t-shirt and sweats putting them on quickly before the ghost turned. He didn't want to be half-naked with them behind him. 

"All done?" the ghost asked, "good!" he then began making way to one side of the bed, Tommy stared at his side, feeling sick at the thought of sharing a bed with this... thing...

"What's wrong? Is there something on the sheets? Do you want something else or-" 

"Why do I have to share a bed with you?" he asked. 

Ghostboo sat quietly, his soulless eyes staring at Tommy became unbearable, it caused his skin to crawl and prickle by the uneasy silence that pierced the room. "I only wanted us to cuddle a little," once again begins to sulk, "Endermen like cuddles, we usually cuddle with our mates when falling asleep, I maybe a ghost, but I am still an enderman Tommy."

"We're not mates and for the last time, I am not gay," he growled. 

"I... I know... I still want love you though," he smiled.

Chapter 2: Chapter 2

The night felt like it went on forever, Ghostboo had clung onto Tommy, trying to attempt to "sooth" the boy to sleep, but fear just kept the blonde awake. All while the ghost nuzzled and purred against him as he held the boy to his chest. The ghost had bounded his chest so that no chalky blood may stain the bed. He felt that his lovely wouldn't appreciate bloody hands in the morning. Still the scent of iron and dead flowers filled the blonde's mind reminding him of a battlefield... He recalled there once use to be a field of cornflowers when L'manberg had their second war. It always smelled of blood and decay all while flowers wilted and left a sad yet serene scent behind. 

"Morning- Tommy, did you not sleep well?" he felt those clawed-like fingers brush against his face. The usual soulless eyes look down at him eerily yet full of emotion as he stood stiff while the duo-haired teen just held him close. 

"Kinda hard to sleep when I'm laying next to a dead body," he muttered. Ghostboo held a solemn expression at those words, "I'm sorry... I was just excited to finally spend my first night with you, to cuddle with you," he whispers laying a kiss upon the center of his forehead drawing another shiver down his body. "I love you Tommy," the boy grimace as he remained silent feeling those ghostly lips on his skin as the male began bring him closer to his body. 

"You don't have to tell me yet, I know you're not ready for it, so here's what I plan to do," he went letting the blonde go and slip from the sheets. "Every day when we wake up, I will tell you "I love you" so you will be reminded why your here.. why our boys are here... and to ease you into it, I won't force you into anything you don't want to do, I promise love." The man looked pretty giddy at himself, a goal in his sights all while Tommy deflated. His mind racing by this madness, a sweetness he never wished for, especially from someone who he once saw as a friend... or what was left of his friend. 

'Was Ranboo ever my friend? Boo says Ranboo had been feeling this "feeling" since he met me... Did he ever plan to make it into a reality? Did he use Tubbo to get to me!? That's so fucked up!' He growled at that thought. Tubbo really deserved the world after the shit Tommy put him through, yes he made mistakes, but Tubbo was no older than him and suffered just as much as he did. Ranboo didn't deserve Tubbo if he was doing that to his friend. His best friend was mourning his husband's death for god sakes!

"I better go wake up our boys, I'm gonna put some trust on you love, don't go far okay," went Ghostboo as he smiled at the blonde, oblivious of the anger that was showing on his face. The ghost floated away ready to wake his children up for the day, after all he enrolled both into a nearby school. He prepared everything beforehand when he took Shroud from school yesterday, he really worked hard for this reality. Though the bite marks were still sore, he couldn't be angry at his son, he didn't know he would be his new Dad. Though it would be a while until Shroud allow him to bond, but he was willing to wait. 

"Boys?" he knocked on the door, "time to wake up sweethearts," he slowly opened the door only to see both boys sitting on their beds. Seems Michael had taken care of his little brother for him, though he was hoping to help them, but this is fine too... Michael was just being a good big brother. 

"I guess I'm not needed," he chuckled, "breakfast will be ready soon, want anything special sweetie?"

Both just stared at the other then at each other before returning their gaze to him, "anything is fine..." went Michael. 

The Ghostboo smiled, "pancakes it is then~" he allowed the boys to have their moments alone as he floated back to the kitchen. Meanwhile Tommy looking around the bedroom trying to find some way out to escape or even a weapon, "Mimi..." he turned to see Michael and Shroud standing at the doorway, "there's nothing, I tried too," he whimpered as Tommy felt horror engulf his body. The two children quickly hugged him as he try soothing out any overwhelming fears, meanwhile Ghostboo was humming away preparing breakfast for his family.

                Ghostboo had taken the boys after breakfast saying Tommy still needed to be trusted on leaving the house and with the ankle bracelete he exchanted on the blonde. It looks like he wasn't going anywhere, Tommy took this time to search the house for anything really. Any clues, any escape routes, possible weapons against the ghost, so far he only found a bottle of fire resistance and a wooden sword which probably belonged to Michael since the boy use to have a golden sword before it was taken and replaced with the wooden one. 

"I'm home Tommy!" he jolted as he quickly stuffed the pot and weapon away in his inventory. "Sorry for being gone so long, I ended up bumping into Phil and Techno on my way here," he heard causing his heart to speed up at the mere mention of his- of the two Anarchist.

"Seems they were looking for you," he walked down the steps to see the smiling ghost. He had taken off his sheet and now was standing, not floating now, "silly men, now that your gone, they seem to think they're in the right to help find you." 

There was a venom in his voice, a sneer at the thought while Tommy stood in by the rails. "Darling?" he flinched as he saw the shadow of ghost approaching him, "there you are, why didn't you answer, love?" he asked. Tommy stayed quiet feeling so unnerved by his stare, it reminded him of the emotionless mask that he once had nightmares about. "Is something wrong love? Is there something on my face?" he kept quiet. "Well it's okay, I suppose your still shaken from yesterday, I admit it wasn't ideal, so you can take it easy today," he gently took his hand brushing his thumb over the rough skin and tender scars. "I almost forgot!" he then pulled out a basket from his inventory, "I remember you once said you like to knit or crochet, so I got some stuff just for you," he guided him to a seat within the foyer and handed him the basket. 

"Its just us for today so I want you to relax and enjoy yourself today, okay?" he grinned though it was ignored as Tommy stared at the basket full of yarn, fabric, and needles, though some seem dull, but useful to use as a weapon. "What's wrong?" he felt thise claws run through his hair, a shiver went down his spine as he recall- 

"Don't!" he jerked away seeing the apparition face fell, "I'm sorry love, I didn't mean to scare you-" 

"Stop calling me that! It's not cute! Its uncomfortable, everything about this is uncomfortable!" he tossed the basket in front of the ghost whom whimpered. "You're so fuck'in delusional, all of this! This isn't right! You can't keep me or the kids here Boo! People will find out, TUBBO WILL FIND OUT!" 

"Tubbo..." the Ghost became stoic, emotionless, a sudden coldness filled the room, "Tubbo... He's too absorbed in his own pity to know you're gone." It was blunt... VERY blunt; the apparition massaged his eye as if he was trying to calm down. "I can never understand why you continue to have hope for him," he whispers, "he never deserved your kindness, your compassion, or even your time, why..." he let out a enderian snarl causing the blonde to shrink under those soulless eyes. "WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS GOING TO TUBBO!? I WAS THERE WHEN YOU WERE SPIRALING IN EXILE, I WROTE TO YOU, I CARED FOR YOU, I LITERALLY TRIED TO GET LOCKED UP FOR YOU!" he took hold of his shoulders hovering over him as ghostly tears touched his skin, "am I not enough for you?" he whimpered.  

Ghostboo then realized the poor blonde had been trembling, "Tommy?" 

"I-I'm sorry D-Dream! I didn't me-mean it! Please l-let go of m-me, please-" he kept muttering over and over again as Boo released an endermen whine, "I'm sorry," he hugged the lucid boy, "I am so sorry Tommy, I never mean to yell, I'm sorry, love." He kissed his forehead, caressing his face, and held him tightly in hopes to ground him. He manage to sit him on his lap as he rocked the boy, releasing a soft purr of affection or cooed as the boy remained quiet and tremble mess. Ghostboo never meant to scare his love, but he was just so frustrated with him always talking about Tubbo. Yes, Tubbo will always be his friend, but the ram-hybrid was just too selfish for his Lovely, all he did was ignore Tommy, left him alone in his dirt hut, raising a child on his own as people continue to scorn him or abandon him further. Tommy was on a running fuse when he came to him, so tired of everything, but still keeps living for their son. He was honestly grateful to Sam for killing him, now he was no longer tied to Tubbo, he can freely love his true beloved. 

Yet to know all this time Tommy still cared for Tubbo, love him still, and even hoped they make amends made his non-existing blood to boil. Tubbo really doesn't deserve Tommy, he didn't deserve Ranboo or Michael either. Ranboo desperately wanted to love Tommy, the very thought of the boy made his heart warm and lighter, but sadly he died while he tried to escape, all because he put his trust on a man whom ALLOWED Tommy's abuser to run free. He can feel it... Ranboo's rage from Limbo at the mere thought of the masked man near his Tommy. He was sure he would skin the man alive should he ever came into contact with him, but Ranboo also was focus on Tommy, he could feel the longing the duo-hair teen feels from that place; He's only making sure that wish come true... To bring his family home, love Tommy freely, and bring up their children together. Tommy already makes a great father, Michael is doing a fantastic job on helping his baby brother, Ranboo is satisfy... for now... Though he may have to wait his turn because Ghostboo loves Tommy just as much as Ranboo does. 

Though one day he may have to give up his place when Ranboo returns, but for now he will adore and love Tommy as long as he is here. Treasure this veteran boy and make him shine like he use to... Shine like the sun and become his Helios again. 

'Helios... My precious Helios...' he smiles, 'I will love you until the end of times, I promise you... I will make you happy here, in our little home, away from them... Away from Tubbo.' 

Chapter 3: Chapter 3

A week has pass and still no signs of Tommy anywhere; at first no one cared about the teen until Puffy was screeching about Dream hunting Tommy down. She was furious with literally everyone for being so dismissal about him, hell she lay it in on Sam for even ignoring the blonde despite adopting him. 

(A fight was ensue for that statement and currently Sam and Phil are on a stalemate on that.)

Now everyone was looking for the blonde,  searching places he may have been or places they have last seen him. Though no luck, Puffy had been baring teeth at this, "I swear to XD if Dream killed him-"  

"No Puffy, we would have seen it in Chat, but so far nothing..." went Ponk. The group had decided to check around the blonde's house to see if there were any clues they have missed. "Um guys..  I just noticed this, but... why does Tommy have so many kid toys here?" went Sapnap as Karl also began noticing them too. 

"He also has another bed, though I thought you left this place Connor," went Quackity. 

"I did- OH! I remember!" they perked everyone's attention, "I completely forgot, Tommy has a son... I think he's three? These are probably his toys-" 

"HE HAS A SON!?" 

"THE FUCK CONNOR!?"

"TOMMY IS TOO YOUNG TO HAVE A KID!"

"HE'S SEVENTEEN YOU OLD BASTARD!" 

"FUCK YOU AND I AM NOT OLD!" 

"PHIL STOP!" 

"SHUT UP!" everyone turned their attention to the Ram; he had been quiet this whole time searching for Tommy. Some were believing he still mourning so they left him be, but... "Connor, when did Tommy have a son?" he asked quietly. 

"I think after his revival... Apparently he had met a girl whom actually was really kind. She kept him from doing stupid stuff or hurting himself, I think her name is Onyx... Tommy and Onyx got married after a while and Shroud was born... She died during childbirth so Tommy had been raising the kid on his own." 

"He... got married...?" 

"Was married... She was a spider hybrid and knew she was going to die, because usually female spiders die after giving birth. She wanted to have children anyway so she gave birth to over a thousand eggs, but... Shroud was the only one who survived." Philza wince at that knowing the same feeling when his wife had her clutch.Wilbur was the only one who survived out of ten eggs... Tommy had a thousand of hatchlings, he couldn't imagine the pain his son went through. "So... If Tommy had a son... Where are they now?" asked Techno.

"What's with so many people here??" 

They all froze when they heard that voice, one of the sweeter teens whom once wandered the SMP alongside Tubbo and Tommy. "Hi Ghostboo," went Technoblade, he held a solemn look as he gazed at the ghost. "Oh! Hi Technoblade! You guys having a party or something?" he asked; "actually Boo, we're looking for Tommy and his son, you wouldn't happen to have see them have you?" asked Phil. 

"Nope! I actually was about to ask you guys, but I guess I gotta keep searching, I got gifts for him and Shroud." 

Tubbo flinched, "you... know about his son?" 

"Hm? Oh yeah! I babysit the kid! He's so sweet, reminds me alot of Michael, though he has a fiery side to him. Reminds me of Tommy before the whole exile thing," he beamed. Though everyone grows silent at that remark, Tubbo on the other hand looked appalled by that statement, "how did you find out?" asked Puffy. 

Ghostboo was so lucky he was wearing a sheet, because he was grinning so much at this, "because he told me about him!" 

That felt like a knife to the stomach for Sam, Puffy, Phil, Techno, and Wilbur, but none was more effected than Tubbo. "Why would he tell you, but not-"

"He tried, oh he tried, but you kept on ignoring him and after a while he gave up. He thought it was for the best so he started distancing himself from everyone..." He was doing a good job at this, he should consider an acting career at this rate. 

"Any clue would be appreciated, Ghostboo," went Sam seemingly on the verge of tears at the moment. 

"I don't know much, but I think he had been planning on leaving for awhile, seen him with material and such, but I don't think he left... at least not willingly...?" 
Dread filled their bodies as those words slipped from the ghost. 

"He wouldn't leave..." whispered Wilbur, "he literally done too much to suddenly leave like that! Not without saying goodbye!" 

"I honestly am not surprised," they all turned to Bad... The Devil had been helping them find the boy, though they weren't sure of his motives since he still worshiped the "Egg" thing. "With everything that had happened here, I don't think he would want to stay here, especially now that he has a son." 

"Why? This is his home, why leave?" asked Sapnap.

"I would've done it for you," that was all he needed to say before everyone began realizing the terrible truth. 

Tommy was abused or hurt by them one way or another, and if what Bad was implying... Then Tommy may have left because he wanted a safer environment for his son. The boy had been hurt so much he rather leave everything behind, just to keep his son safe. 

"Still... There is a possiblity that he may have been abducted... Because I don't think he would leave precious things behind," he had picked up a picture frame that had fallen from the wall, revealing Tommy and Shroud smiling at whoever was holding the camera. The child had black midnight hair and nursed eight ruby eyes, in the child's clutches was a small cow plushie. Obviously belongs to Tommy... or once belonged to Tommy. "Who knows, only time may tell," went Bad as he put the picture down, "let's keep search though."

                 "Its snowing..." he mumbled looking at the sky, "will we be snowed in?" he turned facing Shroud. 

"I don't think so, it probably a false snowfall," went Michael as he came up from behind him. 

"How are you holding up, Mimi?" he asked, such a bright kid; "I'm holding well..." he smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes like it use to, "it's too quiet for my taste, but nothing I can't handle." He handle worse in Exile and the revival, this actually wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. 

He sort of expected the apparition to start becoming aggressive or down right abusive like Wilbur did in their first exile or when Dream use to beat him for disobeying him during the last exile. However Boo had been doing nothing, but loving always smiling or trying to bond with him and the kids. 

It unnerves him... No... It makes him feel unsafe.

Tommy is use to the twist, he was use to be given false hope or even a fake form of love before someone hurt or starts pushing him away. Boo hasn't done that, whenever Tommy grew anxious, Ghostboo would curl around him, if Tommy grew angry and lashed out, the ghost would hold onto him until he calm down, any time he woke up from a nightmare the apparition would kiss his tears away. Ghostboo is a PERFECT partner, loving, patient, and understanding, the fact he was faithful was grounding and anyone would have been happy to have such a perfect partner...

But Tommy isn't one of them... He was furious, tired, and seething to the teeth at the ghost. What was worse about all this, Tommy was honestly growing happy about this! He was given what he always wanted; love, a home, and a family... 

"This is so scuffed," he mumbled again not minding the stares from the two boys. 

"Tommy, I'm home," he flinched as he snapped his attention to the doorway; the Ghost had taken off the sheet as always hanging it as if it were a mere coat. "Hi Papa," went Michael as Shroud only waved at the ghost, "Hi boys, have you been good, my sweeties?" he beamed as the piglin rushed in for a hug. Though Shroud just jumps onto Tommy and latches onto his back curling under the hood. "One of these days I get to hug my little bug, but I am happy you waved," Boo purred even if his heart ached to hold his youngest son. 

"Hey Boo..." whispered Tommy. 

"Hi love, sorry for being late I wanted to make a pit stop before coming home, but got stop by some people," he smiled though he kept silent about WHO had stopped him. 

'He should have stayed out longer,' thought Tommy as he simply shrugged off his hand. "Did you guys have lunch?" he asked earning a nod from Michael as Tommy seated himself on one of the nearby stools. 

The boys didn't have school that day so the two had been playing for a bit before coming down and had lunch. Tommy fed them; he taken the time to cook on his own since he still wasn't comfortable with Ghostboo feeding them, plus he can control what he ate and make it seem like he was eating. "Well we have plenty of time today... How about we go by the lake?" asked Boo.

"Can we!? Please?" 

"Can we go?" Shroud peeked out from under his hood. 

"Yeah, we'll even make it a picnic dinner too, I know it has been stale for a while so let's go have some fun, hm?" the Ghost wagged his tail as he cast his eyes to his beloved. 

He gotten contacts after he realized his eyes had terrified his children and Tommy, it made things easier for the kids to get use to, but Shroud still keeps his distance and Tommy had attempt to claw his "eyes" out multiple times that week. "What about Mimi? Can he go outside?" asked Michael as the piglin looked over to the teen... Well at the band that's cuffed to the boy. 

"..." He wasn't so sure, as much as he loves his sunshine, he's still not sure about trusting the blonde to NOT leave him or their children behind. "Give me a minute sweetie," he went as he gestured the boys to go get ready. 

"So what do you plan on doing?" he sneers which caused the ghost to frown, he really wishes the blonde would not attempt to escape. Though the possibility  was too high for him to- 

"Just go... Already use to this as of now so no surprise there," he went completely ignoring the male. 

"Tommy-" 

"Just hurry and leave please, I already have a headache because of you," he hissed quickly leaving the apparition alone, 'I wish you didn't have to be dismissive... I really want you to come with us,' he quickly reached out and pulled the blonde into his hold. "Let go of me you fucker!" he heard, but he was already use to it now. 

Cooing at the blonde as he struggled in his arms, until he gave up and stayed limp  in his arms. Seating himself on the floor as he nuzzles against those curls that crowned his head. "I'm sorry darling, I really want you to come with us, but you still need time before I let you out," he whines. 

"I am not some fuckin dog," growled Tommy still laying limp in his arms. 

"I never assumed you are love, I just wish you stop fighting me, stop fighting our family or happiness..."

"Do you think I'm happy? Do you fuckin think they are!?" he snarled causing the apparition to let out a low growl. Trait of an Endermen to put any mate in line, though at this point it's more of a stern confirmation between the two... At least he hope so. "I love you," he whispers not receiving reply, but he expected that, though it was getting painful with each rejection. 

                       "He had a son..." whispered Phil as the twins remained stoic about all this, "he had a son and told no one, but Ghostboo..." he went. He was pissed, hurt, and mournful, his child was a father and kept his grandchild from them, then he finds out HE'S adopted by the fuckin Warden. Phil was so pissed, "let it go Phil," went Wilbur as he scowled slightly down at his hands trying to keep, "with Tommy gone, sure isn't worth it anymore."

Techno kept silent at this as well, since knowing full well that Wilbur was right. As much as he hated the blonde; he was still his brother and he couldn't really blame the blonde for leaving this hellhole. Plus from what he knows of spider hybrids... the boy was only maybe two and half years old. A runt really and he had to commend Tommy for actually being a good parent and looked out for his son's wellbeing...

At least he would have been if he hadn't noticed the scent of blood near the edge of Tommy's property. It was faint due to them lagging behind on searching for him, but it was still there. A wooden club, that was tossed carelessly within the grass by the prime path. The blood was Tommy's and it also revealed a path that led deeper within the woods, he had taken the time to go into those woods to see a half build home almost complete. A small room had been finished and revealed that Tommy and Shroud had been living here for a while BEFORE they went missing. 

Something wasn't adding up.

"You doing okay Tech?" he nudged from his thoughts as he turned to his friend/father. "Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking about something," he said.

He couldn't really bring himself to say anything about it. 

Chapter 4: Chapter 4

'Another day... another hell...' Tommy thought as he felt his limbs be tangled by the apparition. Soft chirps and cooes can be heard as the male continued to sleep, The ghostly being had been acting more "human" than a normal ghost, but then again he didn't know any other ghost beside Ghostbur. Though he was sure any ghost would be great than spending another waking day with this man; the blonde began shifting himself away from the teen as he try prying his hands off him. He didn't want to deal with him and honestly that wooden sword through the chest seemed really tempting now. "Noooo" he heard causing his body to freeze as the creature pulled him back into the sheets. "Stay, the kids don't have school today so we can stay in bed longer," he heard, as the male began kissing the back of his nape. It drew a chill down his spine again like usual and he knew he was getting use to the feeling.

 He hates that fact.

"I love you," he heard as the male pulled up and smiled down his face, "go to hell," he answered back. That smile fell immediately from his face, only a disappointed look remained as the male sighs at this fact, "At this rate, I'm going to have to beg for you to say it back, love," though he wouldn't. 

He would rather split his tongue than force Tommy to tell him he loves him. "Mind letting me go?" he heard looking down at the blonde as he was still tangled in his hold. His tail wrapped nicely around the boy's thigh, "no, I wanna cuddle a bit longer," he smiled, nuzzling into the boy's neck as he caged him. A soft purr can be heard as the boy kept still throughout the hold, "planning on something today?" he mocked causing the other to roll his eyes.

"Considering how limited your acts are love, I say we're having family time today," he smirked. 

"Yay," Tommy deadpanned earning a sigh from the male again.

 

                    Day went on without any issues, though Tommy still bared his teeth at the ghost still, though other just smiled and held him in his arms as they played some games or talk among the children. Nothing new came afterwards, it was a normal day and if one didn't no any better they would have been convinced it was just a family spending time together. Though once you take a closer look, you can see the blonde looking miserable, the children were sulking, and the Ghost was the only one whom was upbeat and cheerful. 

"Okay my sweetlings, time for to start another game-"

"Can we go take a nap Dada, we've passed naptime," yawned Michael. 

The children hadn't been sleeping good as of late; Michael had become homesick for Tubbo and Shroud constantly worried for his Papa. Watching the ghostly apparition keep Tommy to himself was both sad and infuriating. "Oh! Why didn't you say so sweethearts, let's get you to bed," he smiled as he gestured his sons to follow. 

Tommy watched as the boys quickly speed-walk to the stairs trying to out-walk the apparition. He would have volunteered to help the boys, but after the third day of his stay in this house. Ghostboo kept insisting on bonding with "their" children; He hated it, but he was happy that Shroud kept fighting the man, but he was starting to think Michael was catching on now. He had no clue how he's going to explain to Tubbo when he escapes here... If he can escape, 'this fuck'in thing is so annoying,' he snarled as he attempted to scratch between the medal and flesh that ringed around his ankle. 

Meanwhile Ghostboo had tucked in his boys in their bed as he began humming a soft tune for them, "Boo..." he paused as he turned his attention to Michael, "why are we here? How come we can't go home? Where is Papa?" his heart hung inside his chest as Michael called Tubbo "Papa."

He really hoped Michael would catch on and start relying on his Beloved more and he was getting sick of Tubbo being mention inside his home. 

He maybe his best friend, but the man was becoming a thorn in his happiness. "Sweetie," he sat beside his son, "I don't think we can go back, Tubbo isn't your Papa anymore..." 

"What?" his son was now sitting up, "why? Bee was always Papa, so why can't I call him that?" 

"Well because Bee and I are not together anymore sweetie, Ite just you, me, Mimi, and Shroud now, I know its a lot to take in, but soon... Mimi might be your new Papa." 

"Mimi... Papa? But Mimi isn't Papa, he's Uncle-" 

"No," he said firmly causing the piglin to flinch under his tone, "Mimi is not uncle anymore sweetie, he is Papa, do you understand?" 

"..."

"Do you understand, Michael," he frowned.

"Will you stop! He won't do it!" went Shroud hissing at the male whom looked over his direction. "Daddy says you can't force someone to call them "Papa" or "Mama" its wrong and unfair." 

Of course his Beloved taught their children this, he knew it was too easy! Though he had to admit it, he couldn't force Michael to stop calling Tubbo "Papa" or Shroud to call him "Dada." Sure it was painful and annoying, but it wasn't fair for his children, "I'm sorry..." he went, "I just wanted you to accept Mimi sweetie."

His soul burned at the hatred he felt for this topic, he really wanted his son to accept Tommy as his father now, but with Tommy refusing his affections and Shroud being hostile towards him. He doubts he'll have his family be completely content with their new life, "well talk more about this next time, but for now naptime, my sweetlings," his smile returned, but it wasn't the same. 

Placing a kiss upon his son's head, he attempted the same with Shroud, but the Spiderling had already turned over I'm hopes to escape his affections too. 'Just like his Dad,' it was painful, but there was a bit of fondness for his youngest, simply closing the curtains so his boys would sleep better for their nap and left them to their slumber. His mind filled with so many plans and fantasies involving his family, many whom shown all of them just being happy. Cracks are threatening his fantasies, but he held onto them as best he can. It would take a while, but he was hopeful they would come around, though it just hurts... All of them being so distance towards him, "hang in there... I promised you, Ranboo... I would make our wish a reality, just hang in there, okay," he whispered as he walked away never minding of the possible eavesdroppers whom listened in. 

During this time Tommy was unintentionally made himself bleed, "fuck," he muttered as he try wiped the blood from his fingers. He had scratched the inner part of the bracelete causing him to cut himself in the process, "stupid fuckin piece of shit! I swear I will get this thing off!" he declared. Unaware of the apparition whom heard the whole thing, "Tommy!" the blonde jolted, "what did you do!?" he quickly by his side taking hold of both his wrist as he looked over his ankle. "This was itching! I didn't think I fuckin cut myself!" he snarled. Boo frowned at this, "I had this thing on for a week! I showered with this thing so the skin is raw!" 

"Okay... I suppose that is my fault, I should have at least change it now and then, but please let me know next time," he caressed his cheek and laid a kiss his forehead. "I'll go get some ointment and change the bracelete," he said quickly going to the hallway closest to get the first-aid; his non-existing heart had literally left his body because of his Lovely had injured himself. 

"I prefer I don't have it at all," whined Tommy. 

"Its only for a while love," he said as he kneel down with the box in hand. "I want to trust you and take you out with us on our outings, shopping trips or even to enjoy our land together. I want to make you happy and I will do anything to do it," he smiled before laying a kiss onto his now exposed wound, though it was soft and tender in hopes to not hurt him. It still weirded Tommy out, "sorry," he smiled as he began placing the ointment on the skin and bandage it with care. 

"I hate you," Tommy says despite not earning a reaction from the Ghost. 

"Do you want anything special for dinner or do you want something special for dessert?" he asked, a smile still presents on his face. 

Tommy hated how much he looked like Ranboo now... Before they were soulless, colored of green and red blankness, but now they had actual eyes color and pupils. It sometimes tricks him that Ranboo is alive, "please stop staring at me," he turned away from the male.

 "Why? You're beautiful love," he smiled, "I wish you smile like you use to, you were even more beautiful like that." 

"I am not beautiful, you don't call a man beautiful!" he hissed. 

"Anyone can be beautiful love," he purrs as he hugged Tommy's waist, "and you are the most beautiful man, I ever have in my life," he loved how warm his Beloved is and how sweet their scent is. "I'm going to splash you with lava," he growled causing the apparition to look up to his beloved, his ears drooped and he felt the urge to cry at that statement, but he just nuzzles the blonde as he try to pretend everything is fine. 

'Please don't hate me Tommy, I love you so much, please don't hate me, please don't hate me,' it repeated in his mind, constantly racing as he felt a few tears slip from his eyes. 

"FUCK!" 

"T-Tommy!?" 

"You fuckin burned me!" he shouted trying to back away from the ghost, "the fuck you burned me for!?" 

"I am so sorry love, I didn't mean to-" 

"Don't touch me! Just don't touch me..." he whispered; the blonde curled on the floor as the ghost stood nearby trying to approach his lovely, but he couldn't. 
He quickly laid beside his Beloved, not close where he disturbed the blonde, but close enough to show he was there just for them. 'I love you Tommy... I would never hurt you like that, I am sorry love,' he whimpers in Enderian as he laid beside  Tommy. 

 

                  Technoblade had left his cabin in hopes to invade the droopy atmosphere that drowned his home. He couldn't help his father/friend or his twin brother as they sulk, he had taken Baba and Steve on a walk taking this time for some air as well as to think about theories involving Tommy and his nephew. Though he wasn't sure about it since he had no other clues beside the bat and the half-finished house, so Technoblade had nothing! 

"Techno?" he nods up as he recognized the familiar horns and mismatched eyes that greeted him, "hey government."

"I'm not part of a government anymore Techno, haven't since you bombed L'manberg," he went as he shifted among the snow; Techno had taken noticed of a overstuffed bag, a bow and quiver filled with arrows, and an axe tied to his hip. "Where you plan on going?" he asked causing the brunette to flinch, "I'm out looking," he said. 

"For who?" he asked though he had an idea "WHO" Tubbo was looking for and the silence confirmed that suspicions. 

"You don't believe your husband?" he asked.

"He isn't my husband, not anymore... and no... Sure me and Tommy hardly talk, but I KNOW Tommy well enough. He wouldn't leave without making amends, regardless what people believe Tommy isn't as selfish as many would think. He would try to make amends with people, to say he's sorry and  work things out. So I don't believe Ghostboo," Tubbo looked out towards the snowy field almost hoping to find any clue that hid the blonde away. 

"I figure you wouldn't..." he went causing the brunette to snapped his attention to the Anarchist. "I have two clues, but I don't have much other than that," he went as the brunette looked at him almost hopeful at that. "Anything is useful at this moment, I want to find him... and find my son... I don't know why, but I feel like I would find him if I find Tommy," he said. The two remained silent at the time as the snow began to rile up slightly more, "we'll continue this later, you're welcome to stay the night, we'll continue this in the morning?" he held out his hand to the brunette who complimented on his offer. Though the brunette had remained quiet only slightly, until he takes the hand without hesitation. 

                     Dinner between the four had been quiet, Tommy burns had been cared for and bandaged, the children had stayed quiet, and even Ghostboo had stay silent as he watched his "family" kept to themselves. He wanted so badly to engaged them, to bond with them, make them smile or even laugh if possible. 

Michael usually filled these silents, always including his brother and bring some form of normalcy for his family. Yet now... His children are silent, his beloved is unhappy and hurt, which drives his instincts to scream to tend to his "Haunt" provide for them, or begin a nest where he could- 'WAIT! I CAN DO THAT!' He smiled again at the thought as he quickly got up and began leaving his "family" at the table filled with confusion. 

As they finished eating the ghost quickly was gathering blankets, pillows, soft stuff animals, "what are you doing?" asked Tommy; the apparition turned to his Beloved and quickly beamed at them, "making a nest love! I think it would be fun to spend the night together." 

"What-"

"But we start school tomorrow, how will we know when to wake up?" asked Michael as he too abandoned his meal. 

"We can have an alarm-" 

"Stop, they don't want anything to do with this Boo, so just stop," went Tommy. 

"I just thought-"

"Don't drag them into whatever twisted fantasies you have Boo, I already have to deal with it, so don't do that to them!" the blonde quickly guided the children away as the ghost deflated and whimpered as he stared down at the now formed nest. Emptied with no Hauntings, tears singe the floor as they met the wooden surface, 'I only wanted us to bond...' he chirped and wvrooped as he began taking the blankets and fold them. 

He took the stuff animals and neatly lined them on the couch which gave him an audience now. He kept picking pillows, blankets, and stuff animals while he heard his mate come down the stairs. "Why do you have to be so damn creepy?" he heard causing his heart to shatter at that remark, "I'm use to this, but how fuckin dare you start doing this to the kids! How the fuck am I ever gonna explain to Tubbo on how his EX-HUSBAND scared his own child!" 

"Don't you dare mention him!" he growled, "I am tired of hearing that man's name leave your mouth or even our son's mouth."

"He is my nephew Boo, not my son! He is Tubbo's son and no matter what you do, he will ALWAYS be Tubbo's son!" the apparition was losing patience, his lovely kept fighting him and he was just so tired of being rejected and kept their family from ever forming, as well as mentioning Tubbo CONSTANTLY! 

TUBBO DIDN'T DESERVE TOMMY! NOBODY DID! He created this home for his beloved, he opened his heart to accept another child who belonged to another into his life. He loves his family... He wants to do so much more for them and spend every day filling these solemn walls with hope and joy any way he can. What can he do to prove to his Beloved and sons that he means well for them, for this family. 

That rage turned to sadness and his tears just kept falling as Tommy blatantly tries to ignore those tears. The blonde wanted it to stop... He as much as he hated it... He didn't want to see the apparition crying... it looked too much like Ranboo... 

Instead the blonde male began cleaning the table and putting the food away as the ghost put the items away and continued to singe some stuff. He really didn't care anymore, the ghost can literally do anything else beside being near him. Sadly he doesn't get that wish as the ghost took his hand sobbing profoundly away probably not to hurt him. "I didn't mean to yell, love," he whimpers, "I'm trying so hard to make you happy, I love you and the kids, I am trying... I'm sorry..." the male trembled as he kneel in front of the blonde. 

Tommy was uncomfortable, but he kept quiet as the man continue to kneel before him.

Chapter 5: Chapter 5

The morning showed nothing more after that night, the kids were fed and taken to school while Tommy kept to himself as he continued to find ways to earn a more lethal weapon or potions. The ghost apparently had a stash somewhere, but he couldn't find it and Ghostboo had figured it out and take him back into the room where he kept the blonde in his arms.

He nuzzles the boy constantly and kisses the boy around his cheeks and eyes. Yet the male never kisses his lips, apparently Boo had mention before:

"I love you Tommy, but I would never forced you to say it back to me and it is the same way that I never force you to kiss me," he would then kiss his forehead.
Tommy could never understand this being... He had kidnapped him, forced this life onto him, his son, and his nephew. YET he won't force him to kiss him or make him tell the being he "loved" him.

"I love you Tommy," he jolts awake as he felt those chilly lips continue to smother his face with kisses. It was as if the man was trying to make up for what he had done yesterday; that wasn't comforting.

"Why..." he whispers as those lips paused midway, "you know I hate this... Why do you keep trying?"

"..." he stays quiet and just nuzzles into his hair and purrs softly, his tail wrap around his thigh as usual. He kept quiet as he allowed the apparition to do what he wished, emotionally he was tired, too tired to even care at this point. The blonde quickly curled into the chest of the ghost trying to pretend everything is okay, the kisses had stopped. The purring had intensified and those arms caged him in as he laid there loosely, soft gentle scents of the wilting flowers cloud his mind as gentle strokes on his back.

"I'm tired Boo..." he whispers.

"What are you tired of?" he asked.

"Everything..." he said.

'Oh... He's having one of "those" days,' he thought as he kissed the boy, "how about you take a nice bath, I'll warm up some tea, and you just get comfy okay," he went as the blonde only nod at the suggestion. The boy quickly rose from the ghost's side as he made his way to the bathroom.
Before Ranboo died, he would sometimes check up on Tommy in secret, his lovely was always doing something. It was mostly to keep the boy busy, but then one day Ranboo found out Tommy would lay in bed for the whole day, he never get up to eat or drink. There was always this deadpan stare the boy would have and so Ranboo would sneak some treats, put a cup of water near his bedside when asleep, he stock up his food in his chest, and always covered the boy.

It was all he could do for his boy; now Ghostboo can tend to him perfectly, he secretly hoped his lovely would end up like this to show how capable he was. Though it probably wasn't right, but he wanted to shower the boy in affection and tend to him like a perfect partner he was. Quickly he prepared the tea and looked around for something simple and sweet for his lovely to munch on, meanwhile Tommy sat in the shower, his mind filled with phrases he kept hearing on repeat for minutes, his old scars began to sear with phantom pains, and he could feel the ghostly hands of the man who always put hands on him.

However, the fear he once felt for that man had now been... replaced? It was familiar, comforting even, reminded him of the days where Tommy was once free.
Tethered and always bruised, but was free. He soaked in those abusive hands, pretend he was back in the shores of Exile or even imagine the musky smell of damp earth and stone. Oddly it grounded him, remind him... How free he truly was...

Now?

He's chained... If the ankle bracelet was any reminder of that, the suffocating sweetness, the tender kisses, the smothering of affection oozing over his very being drowned him. He hated it and even worse he's in this depressive mind state where he was defenseless to the Ghost.

"Tommy?" he flinched, "you okay love? You're tea is getting cold."

"Kay..." he went though it was difficult to say anything. He quickly finished up and proceed to get dress... Even in a depressive state he rather not show his body to the damn ghost.

Ghostboo had just finished setting a chair for his Beloved as he came down the steps slowly, "the loveseat is all ready, tea is by the side table along with some biscuits so just enjoy yourself, love." He beamed as he took his beloved hand, slowly guiding him to the chair; a tender smile graced his fanged lips as the blonde sat down at ease.
He looked around sparingly before grabbing the nearest blanket and covered his Lovely's legs. Then placed a gentle kiss to his forehead, though it didn't cause any reaction; "relax my dearest, I'll take care of dinner today," he once again laid a kiss on his forehead and began the chores.

               "You doing okay Michael?" asked Addison Mabel; the Teacher with Welfew Village.

"I'm okay Ms. Mabel," smile the piglin.
MichaelInnIt Beloved and ShroudInnIt Beloved were her newest students that joined her class. Two weeks ago if she remembered and what she had gathered both brothers were VERY loving children.
Michael a soft spoken and intelligent boy who was just so curious about everything around him. He never looked dulled about her lessons and even joined projects alongside her other students. He is a sweetheart alongside his brother... Shroud; he's loud, brash, and adventurous little spider. He was more aggressive type and faced anything most would considered dangerous, but not for this little guy. The boy had slain several wandering Zombies near the playground in order to protect his classmates and brother.

When asked where he learned to slay Mobs both Michael and Shroud goes quiet, it sort of put her on edge to know if the boys were training without parental guidance. Though she really didn't want to talk to their father... Ghostboo Beloved? Apparently an apparition whom use to he known as Ranboo Beloved. It wasn't long until it clicked on where the boys learned their skills...
DreamSMP or Essempi as many called it, the place was a warzone even during peaceful times. People clad in armor, weapons, and potions, if you build a home there, it was either breaking in, blown up, or set on fire by the citizens. There were hardly any children there and if there was... Many seem more closed off and held no joy or innocence. Her heart ached for these children, but no one was daring enough to lend a hand, plus most were war veterans... Including the boys Fathers.

Mr. Beloved had explained both he and his partner, Tommy, had moved away in hope's to give their sons a better life...
She recognize that name, almost everyone held their breath when they first heard it.

The Vice President/ General of L'manberg or Ex-Vice President.

Many can agree that boy held scars no teen should ever shoulder, many of the villagers here were either saved, guided, or fought alongside the boy. Mabel was no exception; The village was made by many survivors who wanted NOTHING to do with the Essempi or L'manberg so they built the town over the border where the next Server and the Essempi server met.
Usually no one goes in or out of the Essempi, but lately those holds have been worn down and weaken. Showing proof that the once great and powerful Admin, Dream was losing control on his "Players" and it only increased now that Tommy was finally free from those chains as well.

'Villagers aren't locked like they are, but if Tommy is here, that may mean that a new Admin will rise soon,' she thought.
Though she didn't know how true that was since Dream was her first Admin himself, but her grandmother; Autumn Mabel declared a few days ago that a new Admin is being formed. This worried her since the Server the village stayed on is a Free-form Server so no Admin has taken claim of it.

So far the only candidate for Admin had to be TommyInnIt... That actually eased her a bit since the boy only sought what was best for Everyone, even the Villagers themselves. "Ms. Mabel, you're mumbling again," she flinched noticing the eyes of her students on her.

"S-Sorry children," she flushed, "must have been too dazed in the clouds today," laughter erupted in the room as they gleefully talked among themselves. It warmed her heart to see such lively children, though it looks like Michael and Shroud seems a little down in the dumps. "You okay boys?" she kneeled down beside them as they turned to her with a smile, "we're fine Ms. Mabel, just worried about Papa/Mimi" the two said in sync causing the two to chuckle at their little perk.

"Is he not feeling well or-?"

"Papa has the downers today, so I am worried," went Shroud.

Addison frowned at this news; everyone worried for their old General, the boy always seemed so sad or hurt when they were in the Essempi. Though ever since Ghostboo and the boys moved in, she wasn’t sure if the boy was even around considering she never seen the boy. However, Michael and Shroud had confirmed that Tommy lived with them, though he wasn’t really allowed out considering he hadn’t been feeling well lately. Many believing it was the injuries from war starting to flare up, most had them and sometimes it would be so bad most wouldn’t even be able to move for a whole day or DAYS. Tommy was majority in the front lines, so it wasn’t hard to put two-n-two together, “wait here,” she went as she made way to her desk, catching a glimpse of her scarred hands as she pulled the drawer out.

It was a vial of medicine made for people whom participated in the war and with a eased smile on her lips she quickly approached the brothers and handed them the vial, “take this to your Papa, its for people like him to help with any pains or if he’s not feeling okay for the day, just give him a drop,” she smiled as the spider-child took the vial and began to beam at her, “thank you Ms. Mabel! I’ll make sure Papa takes it once I get home!”

           
               Tommy slowly began coming back to the Realm of the Living once more, finding he had been knitting within his chair as Boo continued to clean and stock up for a possible storm, “the clouds are rolling in, so I rather we be safe than sorry,” he mentioned, but he wasn’t exactly paying attention to the ghost. Not like it matter really, the blonde never left the house, couldn't even if he wanted to, Boo made sure of that, “I’ve got to go pick up our boys,” he perked as the ghost quickly removed his gloves.

Tommy returned to his craft trying to ignore the urge to speak about his imprisonment-

"You wanna come with me?" he snapped his eyes back towards the ghost, his face still loving.

"No..." he hated this, but he didn't want to go, knowing it would feed into the Male's fantasy. This sick version of a family is wearing him down, plus he isn't in the right mindset to handle people out there or wherever he is currently living at.

Wrvoop. chirp.

He ignored those sounds, becoming familiar with them as the days go on, he hated how familiar they were now; "okay... I'll be back then," he heard as he felt those chilling lips on his crown, casting his grey-blue eyes to the apparition whom was slipping the sheet over his head. He had no clue why he wears the damn thing, but he never bothered to ask.

Chapter 6: chapter 6

Tubbo silently followed behind the Anarchist both finding solace in their silence as they walked down the prime path. Following behind them was Phil whom was curious about the whole civil reunion;

       Philza had just finished cooking for his sons when he heard the cabin door swung open. "Hey Techno how was you-" he was greeted with mismatch eyes of the familiar ex-president, "Tubbo?"

"Phil," he answered back, voice devoid of any emotion.

"What the fuck he's doing here!?" he heard Wilbur shouted out earning only a stare from the brunette. "Relax," the two look back at the door seeing Technoblade following behind him, "I let him in," he said hanging his cloak up as he gestured to Tubbo's coat.

"Why?" asked Philza wearying eying the boy.

"I believe Tommy is still in the SMP," went Tubbo causing the two to freeze.

"With what proof, mate?" went Phil now narrowing his eyes at the boy, but he didn't seem bothered by him. "I may have an answer for that," went Techno as he skimmed pass them as he headed to his Enderchest. Quickly digging around to find what he had collected from his search until he pulled out the wrapped club and tossed it to his father. "Recongize the blood?" he watched as his father unwrapped it until he was staring at the item, confusion written on his face before it morphed into horror.
"He didn-"

"I didn't know if it was enough proof, but Tubbo confirmed my suspicions," he went.

"So he was taken, but who would take him? Can't be Dream since he's constantly at the Prison now," went Wilbur because of course the man still worshipped the man. 

"Sam is also constantly with him now so he would have said something if Tommy was involved, instead of the spineless bastard he is now," went Tubbo. Though Sam had been recovering from the last time attack Dream had tried on the warden, but apparently it didn't go so well since Tommy had "Left" leaving the shell of a man to lash out any chance he could. 

"So what do we do?" asked Wilbur. 

"I can take you guys to the place where I found it, but there isn't much we can find there, only a half finished house," said Techno though he still felt unsure by all of this since there wasn't much proof he could find. 

"Better than doing nothing," went Tubbo.

 

                   Now they finally arrived deep within the forest near the mud hut Tommy originally lived in, "he really was getting better," whispered Tubbo as he stared up at the almost completed home... "Watch your steps," went Techno as he entered the house, the floor was a block down apparently the blonde was planning on putting in the floorboards, though unlike last time Techno was here, the place was now dull and grey, cobwebs were now forming and the sound of a possible zombie had wormed it's way into the house. 

"I'll take care of it, just in case it's a orphan," he joked causing the Elytrian to groan, "I died one time!"

"In a hardcore world Phil!" went Techno as he pulled the door to the second room, a pair of teeth attempted to naw on the piglin only for it to bite down onto the handle of the axe, "ugh that reeks!" went Wilbur as he swiped away a few of the webs. 

"It looks in good condition, but there isn't much around here," went Philza.

His blue eyes scanning towards what he assumed would be a kitchen, having a few crows sit by the window sill as he peered into the chest. 
It was stacked with cobblestone, wood, and some food, "he was planning on completing it, but that's pretty much it," he went as he looked over to the second chest for anything. 

"Found a Book-n-Quill," went Tubbo unphased by the sound of netherite slicing through flesh. 

"Is it "How to sex 3"? Because I told Tommy to burn that thing," he let out an amused huff as the brunette opened the book.
"Ah! No it's a journal...-"

"Don't!"

All four men stiffen under the voice, looking around to find the source of who had spoked;

"Don't touch the book!"

"You're not welcome here!"

"Leave!"

"Leave!" 

"Leave!"

"Abandoned him"

"You abandoned him!"

"You never cared!"

"You hurt him!"

"Leave our home!"

"Leave his home!"

"We're just looking for him!" went Tubbo, "I don't who the fuck you think you are, but we won't leave until you tell us what happened to Tommy!" soon eyes glowed within the darkness of the corners of the house, many eyes staring down at the four each one filled with a raw intense hatred for them. 
"You never cared..." whispered one that apparently was bigger eyes than the rest, it's body morphing into a shadowy form and released a cracking sound of limbs as it stalked closer to the ram.

"You hurt him... Even abandoned him at his lowest, what makes you any better than the one who taken him away from us!"

"Taken away!"

"I miss him!"

"We want him home!"

"Papa"

"Papa!"

"Brother"

"Baby!"

"So he was taken," went Techno as the creatured turned it's red eyes to him now, "why didn't you stop them, if you cared so much?"

"We have no body!"

"We couldn't touch him"

"Grandma let us stay"

"But we wouldn't have flesh"

"Brother survived"

"Yes, Brother survived"

"Baby hatchling"

"Tiny hatchling"

"Mother mourns"

"Mother cries"

"Papa is taken"

"Taken"

"Taken to be a bride"

"Bride"

"Bride"

"What!? Bride!? Tommy's a man and last time I checked he was straight! Not that there's anything wrong with being gay, but Tommy was always a-"
"They took him away" went the creature, "it loved Papa so much... that they were willing to keep him away, never knowing we see all."

"We see all!"

"We see all!"

"No one heard us"

"No one cared"

"You didn't listen!"

"You never listened"

"No one listened as we cry."

"Like no one heard Papa cries."

"It took Shroud"

"It took the baby!"

"Took the other baby too"

"Little piglet"

"Tiny piglet"

"baby piglet cries"

"They have Michael!" screeched Tubbo, "Where! Where is my child!?"
The creatures stared aimlessly at the brunette glaring their red orbs at the ram as Crafts kept on guard about this.
This was surreal... Many eyes on them big and small, each one carried a voice which held distaste, anger, and hatred to them. Something that Phil, Wilbur, and Techno were familiar with, however they could feel a sense of familial ties with these beings. Many whom seemingly try and reach out to them as if hoping to hear their pleas. 

"One of us" Techno flinched as he heard a very familiar tone, one that he grew up with whispering within the creases of his mind.

"One of us!"

"One of us"

"One of us"

"He's one of us"

"Our baby brother"

"Tiny piglet is ours"

"Tiny piglet grows"

"Far from home"

"Damage has been done"

"Can't go back"

"He makes them!"

"He ruins them!"

"False family"

"False safety"

SCREECH--!

Silence greeted them as the creatures stood there in pure stiffness, "find the dead" they froze, "you find our father and our brothers... Fix this and all will be forgiven."
One by one the eyes disappeared and the house soon was filled with light, the sound of birds tweet in the background, it smelled like it had rain- "what time is it?" asked Wilbur. Phil quickly whipped out his communicator reveal it to be 7 a.m... It was 6 p.m. when they arrived at the cottage. 

"Mate, we've been here all night!"

"What the fuck!"

"Heh!?"

Tubbo ignored them as he pondered on his next course of action, "we got witnesses that confirmed Tommy has been taken, but who would take Tommy?"
"We can check in on the teletubby?" went Techno causing all eyes to turned to him, "what? Wouldn't he be the first person we check since he always had a thing out for Tommy?"

"You have a point," said Phil.

"Why would he have a thing out for Tommy?" went Wilbur as the three men glared slightly at the brunette, "I think it's time we filled you in on what happened while you were gone," went Tubbo.

 

                                                     "Mimi!" cheered Michael as he quickly rushed onto his uncle's lap, followed by Shroud who crawled over the loveseat onto side, the blonde tucked the two between his arms and lovingly embraced the two. "Sorry about that love, we had to stop by the bakery for some goodies," went Boo as he settled the box of pastries onto the counter, "I'll finish dinner, why not put a movie for the boys, hm?" he smiled causing the blonde to quickly get up. Shroud watched his Papa listen to the ghostly being task, robotic and emotionless causing the ravenette to frown. He really hated the ghost, sometimes he wishes he had bitten harder on the apparition just for the poison to burn him, however he was still Michael's Dad, even when he wished he wasn't, but yeah he was still Michael's Dad and he couldn't really hurt the ghost without hurting Michael. 

"We just wanna cuddle with Mimi, Dad," went Michael pouting at this, "aw, but Michael, don't you want a dinner and movie? We can watch your favorite~" purred Boo.

"Nope! My favorite movie is not Mimi's favorite movie and I wanna watch what Mimi wants to watch!" he exclaims causing the apparition to smile at his eldest antics.

"What do you like Papa?" asked Shroud as the blonde seemed rather unnerved by the eyes on him, "I'm fine with anything Michael, Shroud, as long as it's a movie," he went not even looking the ghost's way.

Michael looked over his uncle, a frown married on his lips, "we can watch the Bambi?" went Shroud gaining all of their attention. 

"That's a sad movie! Plus doesn't Bambi marry his cousin?"

"Okay what!?" went Boo causing the two to giggle earning a smile to form on the blonde's lips. 

             The two settled on Lion King making Tommy their personal seat which he didn't really mind, having both children near him eased him slightly since the apparition wasn't so close to them. "Here we go," he heard as the ghost placed some plates on the coffee table signaling the children to eat, "and here you are, love," he handed him a plate as well, the smell twisting within his stomach, "I know you haven't been eating well," Boo whispered near his ear. 

"I won't force you to eat more than you already have been, but we will be increasing the portion size for now on," he went as he brushed a hair strain from his view, "just eat as much as you can." He felt the familiar chill of lips on his forehead before he the ghost seated himself on the next chair, 'I am too tired for this...' he thought as he settled into the chair once more and solemnly ate what was given to him. Meanwhile Ghostboo was content now... His family seemed to have relaxed today and was at ease compare to yesterday, though he came to a realization... "I might be gone for a day or two..." he went earning his beloved's gaze; how much he adored those beautiful eyes, "I'm gonna trust you to take our sons to school and back love."

"Really? Mimi can take us to school tomorrow!?" went Michael seemingly excited for this.

"Yes sweetie," he smiled, "Mimi will be taking you and Shroud to school tomorrow," Tommy looked rather hopeful at this, honestly he liked that look, "how long will you be gone?" asked Shroud seemingly curious about that part. 

"A day or two, I won't be long, I just got to get something from your uncle's place later and some stuff we may need for the house," he said.

"Why do you have to go over there for?" went Tommy seemingly suspicious of his sudden departure.

"There is some stuff I have to get from my enderchest and there is something the Essempi has that this server doesn't," he went.

"That's stupid..." muttered Tommy. 

"Well does that mean Mimi can go shopping with us? Mimi doesn't have a lot of clothes or stuff Dada," went Michael causing duo-haired teen to freeze, "Holy XD! That slipped my mind!" he jolt up from his seat, "thank you Michael!" he floated up the stairs in a hurry leaving the three alone.

"Should we call for help when he leaves?" went Shroud causing Tommy to stare at his son, "we could, but what happens if he catches us? Dada may have been nice so far, but who knows what he is like when he's mad," frowned Michael. 

"I rather we not test anything Shroud," went Tommy.

"But Papa, this can be our chance-?"

"Shroud, baby... Do you think we'll get far, we don't know where we are, how we got here, and honestly... What reason do we have to go back?" he didn't really want to think about it, but what was the point of going back? He had no one back in the Essempi, he was literally abandon by everyone including Wilbur who honestly seemed to replaced him with Ranboo a while back, but at this point it was debatable. His adopted father, Sam was always busy with the prison and even became Dream's "friend" when he broke out, so that was a no go. He literally thought of leaving, but he would be leaving Michael behind... 

"I don't want to go back," went Michael causing the two to appear stunned, "yes, I miss Papa very much, but I also feel safer here, its not like the Essempi, we don't have to always have to be inside or be alert with people around. Everyone here also is from there and have the very thing we have now! We even made friends here, Shroud."
"Yeah, but-"

"I like being free..." went Michael seemingly looking sad about this, but Tommy couldn't blame him. Everything the piglet had pointed out was true, Tommy may not have the freedom like they do, but the kids could go out freely without being worried of being taken or killed. 
It was actually pretty safe here, the air was clean from any smoke, ash, and war, people didn't bomb homes or steal from others. It was safe here... "Back!" he jolt as the ghostly figure grew closer to them, "I got something for you, love~" he purrs as he settled a bag into Tommy's hand, "I manage to find a good bag of emeralds and gold for you, the people here use either of those for currencies."

The boy just stared at the bag for a while before looking back at the ghost, "so you can buy anything you wish for along with the boys, I'm sure the boys get out early tomorrow so it should be fun!" Tommy kept quiet, but he seems to get the idea now, "fine..."

Chapter 7: Author Note

guys...

Guys....

I fucked up pretty badly...

 

So the next chapter I made was getting done and I decided to rest for a bit and focus on my other story... have it saved on a Word Document from my phone. Because I literally write as I go and... its gone...  I fucked up so much! I didn't even noticed it was gone when I was finishing chapters for my other fiction.

I WAS ALMOST DONE! 

I had planned to finish the rest on my computer (because the account can be connected from phone to computer) and it just went 

"Fuck this shit I'm out"

So swimming along side my other stories that got deleted without my knowledge. I might have to remake the whole chapter so... please be patient a while longer. I should have it done next week, I am so sorry guys! 

Chapter 8: 7

So I made it earlier than expected... I be honest, I had no clue where I am going with this, but... I am liking how it is turning out so far

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Ghostboo woke up earlier than Tommy did, but he didn't mind, having a little bit of peace made him grateful. Watching over his beloved sleeping form made him smile, fingertips lost within those golden curls, traces the scars on his face. Taking hold of his hand placed a kiss between the knuckles, how much he loved this boy, one day he will be able earn his Beloved's trust and love. Though he'll have to put his part and start trusting them as well, 'you're going to be out with our boys today, I hope you don't leave us...' he thought as he pulled the boy closer to his chest. Nuzzling into his neck as he kissed the scars there too, made the boy shift and grunt out at the sudden chill. He finally settled as his tail found it's way around his Beloved thigh, purring as he held him. Though he seemed to feel a slight warmth in his chest causing him to look down to see the blood seeping from the bandages again... Ranboo was also aware now, seemingly trying to reach out to their beloved too.

Ghostboo smiled as he allowed the boy to take possession even for a moment, as his conscious moved back, soon chirps echoed as he sat back, 'remember, we need to go into the Essempi later so don't take too long'

Ranboo happily listens as he finally taken control, eyes now gleamed to normal as they sit up on the bed. To finally have control now was joyous and to finally see Tommy after all this time made him want to cry- though he won't, he seen what his tears can do and he didn't want to make that mistake. Tommy stirred slightly as he turned, his face now fully to him drawing Ranboo to sharply inhale; the same scarred face that always seemed so stressed and hollow... Usually because of lack of peace and food, but he looked better.

Cheeks were filled in, his scars slowly fading, but there were dark circles under his eyes showing that he hadn't been sleeping well. Guess to be expected when sleeping next to a dead person, nonetheless Tommy was becoming healthy again. He slowly got up and began looking around the house his ghostly half have made, warm and cozy simple and just the right size for them all. Nothing like the large mansion he commissioned Foolish to build; this was a dream he wanted, yet... it felt so hollow and heavy with sadness, probably because Tommy was brought here by force.

He use to have dreams of this... Dreams of his life spending days with warmth and joy, Tommy and Tubbo laughing, playing, listening to songs on the jukebox while their children play among themselves. He would sit in the middle of it all, trying to make sure they didn't rally up each other and do drastic pranks among each other. Smiling as he looked over to the two most precious people in his life... He loves Tommy and he loves Tubbo... The idea of betraying either always left a bitter taste in his mouth, yet his hearted always stemmed to Tommy.

He wanted Tommy to wear the ring than see it on the horn of the Ram, yet Tubbo was just important to him too and when Tommy died... A piece of Ranboo died with him, Tubbo was so detached and played it off, but he could tell the ram was hurting. It was why he agreed to the marriage in the first place, to be there for each other, yet Tommy was brought to life and Ranboo was tied to Tubbo.

It felt like the universe was telling him, he would never have Tommy. He wasn't meant to be with the blonde boy, Ranboo felt like a walking husk when he realized this, but he accepted defeat ... The Universe won and he tried to let the blonde go...

However the day he died, he was forced to watch as his Ghost version just haunted the people he held close to. Though slowly he was noticing a shift in the ghost behavior too...

He watched as his friend was knocked unconcious, he watched as his ghost kissed Tommy without consent, he watched as the ghost forced this form of family onto them when clearly they were scared, unnerved, and incredibly unhappy.

He watched as Tommy's gaze, that once held fire and friendly mischief now turned to glaring hatred and tiredness. Tommy was hating him... that hurt Ranboo more than what he faced when he was alive, the stab through the heart couldn't compare to that pain of someone he loved the most hating him. So he laid back down, slipping his clawed hand into the blonde's hand to see how much he dwarfed the boy, he could easily forced him to do anything he wished. Though just like Ghostboo he wouldn't do it... He loves Tommy too much to disrespect him like that... Not like Ghostboo...

               Tommy woke up to find the Ghost gone... In his place was a single Allium and a note:

Be back in a day, there is more money on the kitchen counter, boys are in school, have fun today, love
-Ranboo

He sneered a bit before getting up, feeling slightly better knowing he didn't have to deal with the ghost for the rest of the day-

'Wait...' he thought as he grazed his hand down his leg to try and feel the familiar metal band around his ankle... Instead was the graze of scabs down his ankle showing, "I'm free..." He begins laughing, "I'M FREE!" He leaped out of the bed and quickly dashed down the hallway, skimming onto the rail of the staircase as he slammed onto the door of the house.

"Ow!" He laughed out as he quickly swung the door open and inhaled the chill wintery air; not caring to even put on shoes he ran out the door seemingly in a sprint, bubble laughter escaped him. Feeling such a sense of happiness he hadn't felt in a LONG time, running across that frosty field laughing, and finally screaming all he wanted until he fallen back onto the ground just filled with giggles and shrieking laughter. This was freedom... THIS WAS FREEDOM!

'What can I do now?' That sober him a bit, but oddly it didn't damper his mood.

"Oh right, I left without any shoes and money?" He went before getting up from the wet floor. His clothes now muddy and soaked as he just smiled, he missed the feeling if dirt on his skin, the chill in his bones... He had been inside that house since he arrived, never allowed outside to even breathe!
Shivering out in the open he quickly tread back to the house, a smile never left his lips as he came up the property line... It was pretty large property, large enough to house a decent humble cottage house, a barn full of cows, chickens, and sheep, a greenhouse (oddly?) And a few snow dogs that leaped around ready to meet him as he closed the gate.

Soon he was tackled by big happy puppies licking and barking at their new master who laughed at the attention he was giving.

Meanwhile, Ranboo watched from a distance with a smile, to see Tommy look more alive than he had been since arriving was rewarding. Ghostboo had been purring at the edge of their mind as he began making his way back to the Essempi, 'I guess he's happy now, let's get down to business...' slipping the sheet back on as Ranboo returned back to Limbo while Ghostboo taken full control over their body again.

              Phil had been pacing around the house... well ABANDONED house, he was nervous to step right in after what had happened. Though he got information that changed the whole world view about this topic, "we need more people on this, because if what they said is true, then we need to know who may even try to kidnap Tommy," went Tubbo as he sharpen his blade.

"Why? Most of everyone hated Tommy," went Wilbur causing the ram to glare his way.

"Not everyone hated Tommy," he swung the blade down, "Save for Nikki and Jack, no one wanted him dead. Hell, not even Dream wanted him dead, he rather have Tommy alive than have him killed."

"Wait! We should check Dream!" Went Phil before earning a couple of stares from his sons.

"Informing Dream about Tommy is a death wish, that man would jump to the idea of him even being remotely alive," said Techno. He had to admit that it wasn't a smart move, from what he remembered the Admin had a weird obsession with the blonde. Even when he said that Tommy was a thorn on his side, he wanted to keep Tommy for himself, he doesn't know why and at the time he didn't care.

Still doesn't care, but it was sort of concerning.

"Who would we turn to then? Dream is an Admin and only he knows what to do and how to track Tommy," went Phil which caused the brunettes to frown at this knowledge.

The small group kept quiet for a time, unsure what to do or how to interact with each other.

"Real talk though-" they turned to Wilbur, "why would a bunch of spiders even have this knowledge in the first place?"

"Those were not normal spiders Wilbur, one was literally the size of a fuckin horse," Tubbo shivered at the memory.

So many red eyes peering through the darkness as the sound of clanking bones and muttering clicks of fangs run in his ears. Spiders never settled well with the Ram, though Tommy found the weird insects cute for some reason, so it wasn't far fetch to know he had married one. "They're Tommy's children..." went Phil as his face became blank, "should be obvious... Connor said he was married to a spider-hybrid. She had a clutch of a hundred eggs... Only one out of 99 eggs hatched, which leaves us with what you saw."

"So they were our nieces and nephews," went Techno.

"Yes... The fact they can manifest shows that Kristen didn't disowned Tommy, he's very much her son as well..."

"Wait! How does connect to Mom?!" Wilbur sputtered.

"Because only those related to Death can have spiritual manifestations. It happened before... with your brothers and sisters," went Phil causing Wilbur to freeze, "I saw them once... when you just hatched, I was wrapping you up and preparing you for bed, next thing I knew I was face to face with your older brother. You're mother had a clutch of ten, only you survived, leaving only nine hatchlings to linger between Limbo and Life," he clawed at the hem of his sleeve trying not to think of the children he had lost.

"Why do you think you feel eyes on you all the time, Wilbur?"

Wilbur crescent to the floor, feeling bile rise up from the back of his throat. Back in Pogtopia, when he felt his sanity slowly sank away into oblivion... He saw them... Eyes upon eyes always watching him, some mad, others mourn, most seem to be judging him. It made his skin prickle and itch, it drove him mad and unsafe, jumping at every sound, looking over his shoulder constantly.

What was worst... He felt like he failed the creatures who watched over him, soon the anger and sadness turned judgemental, leaving him alone wondering what he had done wrong.

Soon it was no longer nine pairs of eyes watching him... Millions began forming and watched sometimes if he stay silent a bit longer, he can hear the whispers of millions echoing through his skull. Soon he began appreciating Techno for never outright killing him for his own outburst, this was torture...

"You knew... You knew this whole time and didn't tell me!?" He was furious.

"Wilbur-"

"No! Listen here!" He growled going up to his face, "I was growing mad! Eyes constantly peering over me 24/7 never knowing if they were going to mock me or-or fuckin plan to attack me! First the eyes then the voices! What's next!? They start touching me!?"

"Wilbur calm down," Techno took hold of his brother, "what of Techno huh?!" He paused. "Techno is my twin why did he have to suffer for this!? He had been dealing them every waking day!"

"Techno isn't your twin-"

"Then why is he suffering with the Voices!?"

"I don't know Wilbur, it was why we left to search-"

"If Techno isn't related to any of us, then why the fuck is he suffering for a curse we have!?"

"Kristen claimed Techno, but by then there was already something there! We tried freeing him from it before and it worked for a while, what we didn't expect for it to return!" Phil hissed as his wings flared up causing the Ram and the Piglin to keep the two from clashing. Crows began spilling from the trees as they dance around the group, "then where did you find Techno?"

That caused all four men to pause... Matter of fact it completely blindsided Phil and Techno.

"I didn't..." said Phil, "Tommy did."

Chapter 9: Chapter 8

Sorry for taking a good while, I've been writing on my phone with different stories.

Most Techno related, but I ain't posting it and the other is just me bullshitting out of random shit.

Anyway I had no clue where I was going with this, but I guess listening to AURORA Winter bird for the last part of the chapter inspired much for that part AND the dark writing stuff had partial blame for it. 

Nonetheless enjoy, SinglePringles~!

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"Thank you for letting me borrow your ender chest Nikki!" Went Ghostboo.

"Anytime Boo... Though why didn't you use the enderchest from the mansion?" Asked Nikki.

"I didn't want to see Tubbo," he bluntly answered as he stuffed the rest of his items in his inventory.

"Isn't he your husband?" She asked.

"No, that's Alive's me husband, but since Death-do-us- part had happened, we are no longer married to each other," he said with a smile. Simply picking up his netherite sword, "Tubbo misses you though," she muttered recalling how emotionless Tubbo had been, the brunette had been drowning in both sorrow and bitterness since the death of Ranboo. It got even worse when Michael disappear alongside Tommy... "he misses Ranboo, not me..." went Ghostboo as he tucked the sword away, "anyway I'm gonna go Nikki, pleasure to see you again!"

"You too Boo!" She waved as the ghostly apparition floated away in a cheerful glee... She honestly doesn't know how he does it, but then again Ghostboo was a complete opposite of the sweet hybrid she loved so much.

He was more confident, bold, and blunt than his counterpart, he did things mostly for himself, but there are times he shown a softer side to people he deem close.

'Nevermind that now, I have a batch of sweets to bake for the potluck later, hope this brings Tubbo spirits up,' she thought.

        Ghostboo flew down the prime path (or what's left of it) seemingly finding the nearest nether portal he could find. Though he knew he had to make a pit stop to L'manhole, "something old yet something new~" he hummed as he finally made it to the gapping hole within the earth. "Hey Ranboo!" He turned find himself glaring through the eye holes of his sheet, "I haven't seen you in a while, where you've been?" He stood straight up looking down at the mask male.

"Better than normal, but hey perks of being dead," he went withholding his rage towards the brunette. He try keeping a cheerful facade, "that's good! Anyway, I was wondering if you've seen Tommy anywhere? I keep asking around, but people won't tell me, got a clue?" He can practically hear the excitement radiating from the male.

It makes him sick.

"Honestly no, Tommy has been missing for a few weeks, no one had seen him," he went slowly lowering his shoulders to give the impression of sadness.

"What? How? Tommy wouldn't leave..."

"He had been thinking about leaving for a while, but he suddenly vanished," he went really pulling the sad card with the brunette who seemed to be trembling with rage. Oddly enough it was satisfying to watch, "anyway I gotta go, have some mining to do," he went ignoring the male as he attempted to talk more about Tommy, but Ghostboo wouldn't give him any more information.

'Good luck finding him Dream, because if you cross that border... Your life is mine,' a sinister grin was split on his lips as he floated down into the cavern-like hole. Already he can see rich minerals shining just below the water surface, 'best get to work~'

             Tommy wandered into the village with ease, already had picked up both Shroud and Michael from school, meeting familiar faces was comforting. Never thought he meet Mabel again, but it seems she's doing well... Now that he thought about it, many of the villagers were from the old days of L'manberg. Many he once fought alongside with as he led their armies, "Mimi! Can we get some hot cocoa after we finish shopping?" Asked Michael as he seemed rather happy that he was spending the day with the blonde.

"I don't see why not," he mustered up a smile as he guided the boys around the market place. It felt so nice to be out of that house, though he can still feel the ghost of the ankle bracelet on his ankle now and then, it caused him to feel the urge to scratch that area.

However, he didn't want to think about it, he wanted to enjoy the freedom he had now and best give the boys a nice time since they rarely go out together.

So that's what they did, wander the town, snack on goodies from the bakery, bought clothes, toys, and stuff for the house. Tommy relished it, sitting as he watched the children giggle between themselves as they munch on sweet breads and drink hot cups of cocoa. Feeling warmth within his chest as he smiled at the two as the people he once fought for surrounded them, eyeing them with warm and welcoming smiles.

"There's a playground near here, wanna go play there for a bit boys?" He asked earning eager grins as they stuffed their bread and leap from their seats. He tipped the server a few pieces of gold before he followed the excited children who were greeted with fellow children from their school. Tommy took a refuge in one of the stone chair as he greeted a few parents who were happy to see him after so long.

"Glad you still live! Many of us had gone worried when we haven't seen an inch of you," went one villager.

"Yeah, I wasn't feeling so well, plus I had to "adjust" to the whole... environment..." he said.
'More like getting use to being a fuckin prisoner again,' he turned his attention back to the boys whom were squealing and just enjoying themselves. It really warmed his heart to see, after being constantly stressed or looking over one's shoulder for danger, it was nice to not actually worry so much.

'Yeah... This is nice...' he thought as he leaned back. Any tension he once felt before had melted now, sun peeking out between the clouds as the people passed by or greet each other. Looking around as vendors sell their goods, families bond among each other, the look of peace just shined on these people. It showed more in the boys as they build snowmen with the other kids. "Its nice, huh?" He turned to face his neighbor whom just grinned, "took us awhile to get use to it too..."

"Yeah..."

"No I mean REALLY get use to it," they empathize, "like you know your safe, you know there is friendly people and all, but the moment you take a seat and just let it set..." the smile grows, "and it finally hits you... You ARE safe."

Tommy sat there stunned before looking back at his boys, seeing their smiles, breathing the fresh air, and the serene feeling of peace he felt.

"You're right..." he whispered as the boys smiled at him.

"Hey man..." he turned to the neighbor, "you can let it out now, Captain..." he sharply inhaled as he felt droplets hit his hand, realizing he began crying. "We're here for you General," went another villager, her hair red as Rose's and nursing an eyepatch that shown scars from previous wars.

"This is home for you now," he lean back as he felt familiar arms brought him to a hug.

"Why?" He went, "why would you-"

"You've been by our side, always believed in us as we believed in you," she went.

"When others were ready to fall, you continued to fight... You're the reason why majority of us are still alive," smiled the neighbor.

"We made this place for us... For you..." went the person hugging him, "it took you long enough, but we're still here for you," he looked up to be greeted with familiar green eyes, "Hi Tommy..."

"Heh, nice seeing you Sally."

              Tommy... wasn't Philza's son...

They may share similar characteristics, but Tommy wasn't Philza's son... Not by blood anyway.

Tommy was actually his wife's son... She thought she could create life another way and tested that theory. Made from the stars and clay she molded a form for an infant. Used her own blood and flesh to solidify the body, the soul however was a different story.

Unlike most souls that were made by the Goddess of Life none would take the body. Especially since most of the souls were either newborns or ancient souls, all stem from the Goddess of Life. So Kristen searched for anything... Anything that can be use to create a soul, one different than the others Life had made.

And she found it...

A soul apparently so old that it forgot it even was a soul, ready to fade into the depths of the void before feeling her gentle embrace. She felt its yearning for love and life, a joyful feeling when she caressed the small light, cooing to it and promised it would live again. Using left over stardust and her magic, the soul became one with the body, quickly she blew in the essence of life into the body and the Cosmo's cried in unison of this new birth.

A child born of stars and clay, a soul as old as time itself, the first of his kind to be born... And the last... Because Kristen was brought forth to other three deities declaring she had toyed with Life's creations and was furious that she had made her child. Kristen had begged them to let Tommy live... they agreed, but she was to never have contact with the child as punishment for betraying the trust of Life and the Unvierse.

So she contacted Phil and told him what she had done to create Tommy.

Phil cried alongside her as she handed him her boy, looking down at the blue eyes of her creation, he was stunned to see a replica of himself in the boy. Kirsten said he basically came to a surprise to her as well, but it just made her love her baby even more, so bidding his wife goodbye he taken his son back home where Wilbur was waiting.

The minute he entered his home, Wilbur quickly greeted him like usual. However, he was stunned to see the bundle in his arms, asking questions about where the baby came from or who he was. Phil was slightly worried his son wouldn't be so accepting of his new baby brother... Until later that night when he was thought he send Wilbur to bed, he heard the soft tune of his son singing to the baby, peeking through the crack of the door sat Wilbur hand extended with the tiny fingers wrapped around his index finger. A smile resting on his lips as he sang a familiar song, the baby was nodding off, but even he can tell they were enjoying the mini concert.

He knew then and there they would be close, big brother Wilbur and his tiny baby brother Tommy. Both touched with Death's gifts, loved by her in every way, both Phil loved wholeheartedly. Phil didn't even know he needed another child, but he was glad Kristen made Tommy, he was such a talkative baby, giggling and shrieking with joy whenever Wilbur did his funny faces. Whenever Phil would kiss those adorable cheeks, and when thing sober down and the boys would nap, it was a tender view to see Wilbur curled around the baby who gripped onto his sweater like a life line.

Phil has so many pictures of the two that he had to buy another communicator just to collect more pictures.

After a whole year had passed Tommy was already waddling and talking, trying to chase after Wilbur or chase after the butterflies within their garden. However on this particular day Wilbur was visiting a friend within the village apparently he wanted to look for a gift for his baby brother. Phil let him since he was old enough to go alone, leaving him alone in the back hanging the laundry as Tommy took a nap in a nearby shade.

It was a peaceful day, a nice cooling breeze grazed his feathers causing him to stretch out his sleek black wings to their full glory. He turned his gaze a way, but for a moment until he realize Tommy was no longer in his spot, frantically he went around his property his instincts screeching to find his chick.

Then not a minute later Tommy called out, but in the arms of a boy he never seen before. The scent of the nether was etched onto their skin, as his hands were coated in scorching black, but held his son with gentleness you would think he was holding glass. "Bubba!" He heard as his baby giggles at the pinkette, the boy didn't seem to understand, but just chuffed and purred at the toddler's hands on his face. He was very protective of him and it stirred in Phil's mind as he watched this dislevel boy affectionately adore his son.

He welcomed him into his home, watching as the boy skittishness shone, being defensive and guarded, but once he settled in place he found suitable he return to cooing to the babe in his arms. Though Phil had no idea where he came from, nor did he sense the boy, but it seems he was taking in another for a while.

Now he that he thought about it... He had no clue where Techno came from... Who he was or what he done, but Tommy just allowed the boy to hold. The two were inseparable and it may have caused a few fights between Wilbur and Techno, but eventually they got along... "Tommy found me?" He looked over to his oldest child, "more like you found Tommy, though I still don't know how you got him from his bouncer, that was literally near me, but I never sensed you coming,"  he chuckled.

Techno kept silent, unsure how to respond to that... He doesn't remember much when he was young only that he and Wilbur fought alot. Mostly for Tommy's attention, though things in his past has always been hazy.

"Fools Gold..." he whispered as he brought his axe over his shoulder. Following his father, brother, and allied to the community house, his mind racing as he continue to try and forget what he heard... However, the memory of sweet days within the sun, holding a child so small in his hold, promising him the world never knowing how brutal the future held for the both of them.

Chapter 10: Chapter 9

"Kids?" He gave a playful glare at the redhead before returning to the boys, "whose this Mimi?" Asked Michael as both Spiderling and Piglin stare at her. "This boys is your aunt Sally, she's Fundy's mother," he went smiling as the two went starry-eyed, "family!?"

"We have more family?" Went Shroud as Tommy nods to both their questions.

"Wow! Am I ever mention?" Sally laughed as the blonde just smiles sadly.

"Sorry, many things were happening back then, we never had time to actually sit and explain the whole family thing," he went earning a smile from the young woman. "How about you take the boys to the tavern? It's almost dinner time and I'm literally freezing my balls off out here," went the man earning a questioning look from Tommy.

"This is my brother Ethan and my sister Ray, we were in town for stuff for the twins, luckily we bumped into you," she smiled.

"Twins?"

"Yeah... Fundy isn't my only kid," she sheepishly chuckled.

"WHAT!?"

              

        "Finally!" Cheered Ghostboo as he dug out the mineral, after six hours of mining away the stone and redstone, he found what he was looking for. "Something old yet something new~" he sung as he began putting the jewel away and proceed to look around for anything else, however the yearning to wrap around his beloved made him wish to return home.

"Home..." his ears drooped at the image of his VERY angry beloved, his sad baby boys... He desperately wanted them to smile and warm up to him, yet no matter what he had done. His family refuses to accept him, 'I can wait a while longer, though I hope he likes this gift, which reminds me I should stop by the store and get the boys some toys... Michael does miss his pet chicken.' He tucked his pickaxes away and begin dumping the junk stuff from his inventory.

"Hey!" He perked as he looked around before spotting a familiar trio... "Oh hi guys!" He went.

'Play the part,' he thought as he floated up to greet his "friends" "Ghostboo, what the fuck you doing in there?" Went Wilbur eyeing him with anger.

"Grinding," he bluntly answered.

"What's a dead man gonna do with riches?" Wilbur brow furled causing the Ghost to shrug? "I maybe dead, but can still grind, beside you have crippling lung cancer yet you still smoke?" That caused the brunette to squawk while Philza seemed ready to start a lecture with the undead man.

"Any signs of Tommy?" Asked Techno as the ghost sadly nods, "no signs of him... Though you might wanna be quick, Dream has been sniffing around for him too," he went.

All four gapped at the mere mention of Dream looking for the blonde, "then we need to get going fast, thank you Ghostboo," went Philza as he gestured the rest to follow, Ghostboo smirked under the cloth as he began floating away from the land, "that's enough excitement for today~" he sung as he began thinking about the golden hair boy back at home.

Though he still need to stop by the store...

"OH. MY. GOD! Look at you!" Tommy cooed while tiny hands pat against his scarred cheeks, beautiful mismatched eyes peered at him with pure innocence as he kissed their tiny nose. "Adorable, huh? Took them three years to hatch, but worth the wait," smiled Sally as she held the second twin, this one didn't have mismatch eyes, but soft warm brown eyes with brown curls that had hints of the fiery red Fundy and sally shared.

The twins Artemis and Apollo... Both were born similar time as Fundy, however unlike their elder brother these babies were born in eggs. Sally was forced to leave to the ocean before attempting to return to Wilbur to explain, but by then the man was kicked out of the country alongside Tommy. So she had no clue how to reach him, Wilbur, or her son...

She was also the one to last to feel the connection of her partner fade when Wilbur died and sparked up when the man was revived. However, the bond had weaken, but it also sparked the chance for her babies to finally hatch.

"Glad, they get to meet someone from the family," she smiled as she brushed aside Shroud's locks.

"How did you even find this place anyway?" He asked now cradling the tot.

"The locals here were originally from L'manberg and The Greater SMP so it wasn't hard to find. Everyone filled me in on what happened so I stayed, near the ocean so I can properly come and go as I pleased," she smiled. "What about you?" Tommy perked a bit when he felt anxiety rise, "when did you move here?" He has a chance to explain... He could get help from the situation he's in, maybe even get Shroud and Michael safely away from Boo too... "I moved here about a few weeks ago, I didn't know about the village until Ghostboo mention it a day ago," why couldn't he ask for help?

"Boo?"

"It's mah Dada!" Went Michael smiling at the little babe in Tommy's arms, "he's away now, but says he might come home later today or tomorrow."

"Oh! You're married?"

"FUCK NO!" went Tommy as Shroud coughed out a laugh, "I'm not gay! Though he's been trying to-..."

"Ah! So a Season of Trail and Error thing?" Went Ray as she scooted closer to them.

"A what?" He went.

"Its when two partners who usually have some bond would go through a phase to see if they are compatible for marriage. Usually it happens between friends or sadly more often arrange marriages," Ethan nods at this as he took a chunk out of some pork leg.

"Well he... used to be a friend? Allied? Honestly at this point I don't know where he stands, I just know he loves me?" Tommy really never thought much about it. He didn't want to entertain the idea or even imagine himself bonded to this spectral.

"Why not?" He flinched, "everyone knows that out of all of us, you deserve so much love than normal people take credit for." Sally than narrows her eyes, "unless he's hurting you and the boys-"

"No!" Why is he- "he never laid a hand on us! Boo never did anything we didn't like or make us uncomfortable," unlike that one time- wait why is he defending him?

"He's amazing Dad, great person, loving, he maybe blunt, but he means well-..."

"Then why don't you give him a chance, hun?"

"Because... He used to be married to Tubbo..." that caused Sally to grow silent.

She recalled the bee-obsessed boy, the sweet smile and innocent wide eyes that cared for nothing, but his friends and the chaos he may caused with them. Never knew he was married... She really was kept in the dark for many things...

"Then... Why is he-"

"Shroud," Tommy cut them off as he handed a bag of coins for his son, "why don't you and Michael go buy some food and drinks, hm?"

"Okay Papa," went Shroud as he signaled the piglet to follow.

Sally watched the children anxiously as they slowly be swallowed by the crowd, though she knew the boys will be safe. Mother's instinct can be hard to control.

"Ranboo..." she turned her emerald eyes to the blonde who looked way to older than he should have, "His original name was Ranboo Beloved... He um... Married Tubbo two years ago, but a few months ago he was killed."

"What!?"

"Shh! Michael doesn't know! So please don't say anything," begged Tommy as Sally sat there stunned.

"How then-"

"I don't know... It happened with Wilbur too, when someone dies, they leave behind a ghost usually the essence of what they were BEFORE anything, or in Ranboo's case made him more blunt and brutal with people." He sighed as he looked over to see the children talking with the tavern owner.

"Ranboo is married to Tubbo, but Ghostboo or Boo as everyone calls him, isn't..." he turned his gaze back to the child who was now sucking their thumb and giggling at him.

"Till death do they part..." went Ray seemingly understanding the whole picture. "Holy shit, Sally-"

"Okay, that made so much sense, but how does Tubbo feel about this?"

"He doesn't know..."

"What?" Went Sally.

"Tubbo doesn't know... Boo sort of just... Kidnapped us and brought us here, said it was too dangerous for the boys and he was sick of seeing me alone so he basically relocated us here." Sally by was gapping alongside her siblings, "no one in the Essempi knows where we are and... Probably for the best, because Dream is out of prison... It isn't safe for the boys anymore," he went.

'Are you convincing her or yourself?' A small voice echoed through his skull before looking towards Sally.

"We're back," the group turned to see the smiling fangs of the Spiderling and their piglet companion.

"I got enough for everyone!"

"Fuck yeah! Free food!" Cheered Ethan as he took his share as Ray began helping the two with their dishes. Sally smiles at the two boys before turning to Tommy, her mind muddled with more questions than answers now, but that will be asked later.

"Let's talk more later about this?" She asked as the blonde boy gave her a sad smile.

"Sure thing Sal," he went.

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So I know many of you may have questions so I will answer the more common ones I know some may seem confused about.

1.) How can Sally have twins while also having Fundy.

Answer: Well in this universe it's mostly common for Hybrids of Dracion, Avian-Elytrian, Slimeician, Enderian, or Merling related species to lay eggs. 

While Mammal creatures such as Felines, Wolves, humans, or Shifters variety will give birth naturally. 

However Fundy and the twins were more unique. Though Wilbur is considerably human/Avian species he taken a more mammal quality than his Merling mother. So he was born naturally.

Artemis and Apollo however took more after their mother so they carried more merling appearance, but still have fox/Avian traits like seeing in the dark and leaping high (fox trait) and have slow falling and a boost of speed (avian trait).

2.) Why does Fundy and the twins carry Fox traits.

Answer: we don't have a cannon reason on why Fundy had fox traits beside it being his skin character, but for this universe it's because down the line Sally Salmon ancestors had mingled with Fox Hybrids before so every few thousand generations. There will be at least one child of her family to give birth a fox hybrid. 

Also before you ask... YES all three children can BREATHE underwater. Secondary lungs and gills will manifest once they enter the water.

3.) Wilbur is a hybrid?

Answer: Yes, Wilbur is a hybrid, though he looks more human he does have the traits of an Avian despite his father being an Elytrian. Wilbur is still in his infancy phase because of all the stress and also dying had prevented him from growing from Avian to Elytrian. So until he is in a statis of calm and feels safe enough he will GROW his wings out.

4.) Why didn't I make Techno and Wilbur twins?

Answer: I am more forward about them being twins! Twins duo Sepreme! 

However, I felt that it made sense for Techno to not be related to them, mostly because he will also have a story in this fic as well.

5.) Tommy's origin.

Answer: I actually have a weird third story playing in the background and I always thought of mingling it with the DreamSMP lore. I won't go into details, but Tommy story of origin felt more natural than the cannon one where he was "Born in a Lab" or "he just showed up and Wilbur took him in" I could have taken "XD/Dream is his father route," but this felt more natural.

I also wanted an excuse on why Kristen couldn't often go into the mortal Realm. 

In this Universe the Gods/DemiGods CAN mingle with humans, but choose not to because some find it fruitless, some find it not neccessary, and other just see humans as pest. Kristen was the second God to mingle with humans beside Drista being the fourth and Life being the third. 

Also in this universe XD is not consider a God... He is a DemiGod formed from the exorcism that failed. He isn't consider a God, but showed he could be, so he has DemiGod status. However, he has no true power within the Realm of Ancients (Realm of the Gods) he is actually VERY minor in their Realm. 

 

That is all I am going to give I will answer more questions next post so until then 

See ya SinglePringles!

Chapter 11: 10

The walk back was silent, but Tommy felt a bit better now, the boys both asleep in his arms as he made their way back to the house. Though his mind rung with what Sally had mention led before;

 

"Tommy, I will give the man a benefit of the doubt, mostly because you look ALOT better than the last time I saw you. Just know that you deserved to be loved, you have a choice WHO to love, so should you EVER feel like it isn't working out, my home is always open for you and the boys, okay?"

 

It made him felt better to know SOMEONE had his back. However, he didn't know how to feel about the whole thing since Ghostboo really did kidnap him and the boys, but the spectral enderian was too loving and desperate to ever hurt him or the boys.

'Do I deserve to be loved? Maybe, but Ghostboo is Tubbo's... No matter how you may look at it, he still is Tubbo's husband,' he thought as he came close to the property line.

"Love!" He flinched as he noticed the ghostly spectral to float over, "you just came back too? Did you have fun today?" He asked seemingly sound excited before noticing the boys in his arms. "Oh," he whispered, "I'll carry Michael, you carry Shroud, hm?" He went holding his arms out which Tommy obeyed. Both walked towards the house as the ghost unlocked the door, greeted with the familiar smell of sandalwood and pine as they entered, Tommy followed behind the ghost as they climbed the stairs, both silent as to not wake the children.

Entering the bedroom and begin tucking them in, whispers of "I love you" to each child as they tipped-toed out. Tommy quickly began going downstairs as to keep his distance, " thought you be out longer..." he went keeping his tone as neutral as possible. "I did too, but I thought I just worry about the rest tomorrow, so I will be downstairs in the forge for a while," went Ghostboo as he pulled the sheet off his body revealing his form. The same ugly Christmas sweater he had been wearing still remained as he hung the sheet, Tommy taking a chance to really look at the ghost...

He... Looks way different... The black enderian side of the ghost seemed to he swallowed by the white part of the ghost, though a quarter of his skin seem to be conquer by it. Hell even his hair was slowly growing more white than normal, "is something on my face, love?" The blonde snapped out of his stupor as the Ghost smiled patiently at him.

"No..." he went looking away as he quickly pulled out the items he bought from his trip. Trying to focus on putting items away as the ghost began helping him as well, "did you have fun today, love?" His tone was warm... so warm and loving, 'I wouldn't mind curling in that warmth-' he jolt from the sudden thought causing him to drop the can he was holding. "Sweetie, you okay? You almost smashed your toe," laughed Ghostboo as he reached down and picked up the can, he felt dizzy now... "you okay? You look pale, Tommy," he felt those gentle claws against his cheek gently brushing his thumb across his face trying to ease him.

They were cold as usual, the ghost was always cold... However, it felt different now... "Let me go," he hissed as the ghost pulled back quickly. The small voice whined at the lack of contact as he did, "sorry love, I didn't mean to-" he brushed passed him as he quickly ascended to the stairs, "wait sweetheart-"

"Don't fuckin call me that, you bastard!" He growled as the ghost flinched under his tone. "Just leave me alone, I don't want to see you right now," he went despite how that small voice begged for the ghost to follow.

"You deserve so much love than normal people take credit for," he recalled Sally telling him that... How it now continously repeated in his head as the ghost followed right behind him.

"Don't you need to eat dinner-"

"I ate at the village, the boys did too so I'm going to bed early," he cut in leaving no room to argue with the Ghost as he quickly face planted on "his" side of the bed. Ghostboo ears droop as he watched his beloved just try and escape him... He missed him all day, he wanted to come home and cuddle with him in bed, but his beloved was so distance... Well more distance than usual. He just wanted to show him love tonight... Especially since his gift was already done, originally he wanted to show him tomorrow when he prepared a perfect eulogy for him, but...

Would he even accept it?

'Probably not... He's been fighting this since I brought him home...' he let out a chirp as he climbed in bed, slowly laying beside him as his Beloved then turned away from him. "I love you Tommy..." he whispered and once again he didn't receive it back... His heart ached so much with each passing rejection, still he hopes like normal and proceed to have his tail curl around the the blonde's thigh.

 

       Tubbo was stoic again after seeing his dead husband, hearing how carefree and joyful the being was caused him to miss Ranboo terribly. Though he admit he had taken the enderian for granted, he was so use to seeing the skittish yet kind male that it never accured to him that he may have been so closed off. Tubbo suggested on the marriage and Ranboo went along with him, not once did he ever put his two cents in. Well beside Michael, originally he didn't want Michael mostly because felt he wasn't ready for that responsiblity. Especially when he and Ranboo are really just kids themselves, but then again... Were they ever kids?

"You okay Tubbo?" Went Wilbur.

"Yeah, just thinking..." he went as Techno continued to run some calls, "who we inviting?"

"Puffy and Sam for starters," he can see the pain blossoming from Phil's face, "Quackity, Foolish, and Slimeicle... Mostly because he follow Q like a lap dog," Wilbur winced at that comment.

"Sapnap, Karl, and Purpled..." went Techno, "Sapnap because he was friends with Tommy at one point, Karl because he has maps of the whole SMP, and Purpled because he scouted the whole SMP alongside Punz so we should have some clue on where the boy could be."

"Why didn't we do this at the start?" Went Wilbur.

"We all thought he might have left, but with our nieces and nephews confirming that not to be true, we might have to take a better look," chuffed Techno as he pocketed his communicator and waited for the others arrived. Tubbo shivered again almost feeling the ghostly eyes of the deceased "children" prickling at his skin.

"You okay?" Went Phil.

"They're watching us now...." was all the Ram could say as Wilbur froze right beside the brunette. The undead founder looked to his father who shared the same expression, only Technoblade was unbothered by the eyes as they peered at the corner of their vision. Already they can hear the footsteps of their peers approaching the community house.

     
               Morning arose from the side of the server, people slowly awaking and begin their days as the Beloved Household slowly awoken; Ghostboo was the first to wake up finding his beloved snuggled into the sheets of the bed away from his hold. His heart ached again as he scooted closer to hug him, inhaling the sweet smell of his beloved's natural scent. He adored the lilac smell, the way his golden curls tangled within his claws, the soft tickle of his breathing against his neck, and how warm he was... He wished he could go closer to that warmth. To kiss his skin and trace the scars that married his Lovely body, tell him how beautiful he was, how strong he was... "let go of me Boo..." sadly he couldn't.

"Morning Tommy," he chirped, "I love you," he kissed his Beloved's brow as the blonde kept silent. Lingering in the bed as his tail now wrapped gently around his Beloved's waist, bring him close... The urge to kiss those delicate lips called to him, but he wouldn't do that to Tommy. He wanted his beloved to welcome it naturally, forcing him would be so cruel and a bittersweet lie... "let me go Boo, the kids have school-"

"Right, I'll wake them up," he went unwrapping his limbs from his Beloved's form and slip out from the blankets... He barely noticed how fully clothed they both were... Tommy was never comfortable with him was he? Then again... He had to remind himself that he Forced this lifestyle onto him, "the kids should be ready, I'll get them to school" said Tommy as he quickly left the room.

That's right... His beloved had more freedom now, sad that he would leave his side, but he knew Tommy deserved a bit more freedom, especially since he came back yesterday...

'That means I still may have a chance!' He chirped at the thought. Sure Tommy is distance, but maybe it was a sign his darling was slowly accepting this life? His heart sped up at that thought, the amount of joy he felt as he quickly flew pass the kids bedroom and to the kitchen, 'maybe I can give it to him today! Oh! I hope he loves it' his thought was brought back to the small little gift that he held in his inventory. "I'll be back Boo" he flinched as he hid the box away watching as his family speed passed the kitchen and out the door. "Wait! You didn't have breakfast yet!" He called out, but Tommy and the boys left passed the property fence leaving the ghost to shrill softly.

Ranboo stirred in his subconscious as he felt worry eat at his mind, "they didn't eat, do they server breakfast at school? Maybe I should bring this up in the parent teacher conference?" He muttered to himself as Ranboo danced almost agreeing with that question. The ghost dance around the house not minding the tiny orbs that watched between the dark cracks of his dream, how they chattered between themselves as they watched the apparition talked to himself as he waited for the blonde to return home.

Chapter 12: Chapter 11

A/N: ...

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Tommy returned to the house after dropping the boys off at school, of course he bought something from the bakery they went to the other day. Taking any chance to not spend a single awaking moment with that damn ghost, though he is sure the apparition would hunt him down if he didn't return though. He quickly casted his eyes to the landscape noticing how the snow was slowly melting away revealing spring was appearing... Glad too since it met he could go out of the house more; spring was always his favorite time of the year, how everything just sprung to life. It made him eager to see what the new server had to offer, "Tommy~!" He flinched realizing he was in front of the gate, several of whimpering eagered pups whined for attention as he quickly went inside and closed the gates preventing any of the dogs from leaving. 

"Did the boys have breakfast-"

"I bought something for them so your fine!" He snapped earning a slight hurt look from the ghost. Though it was quickly replaced with a sudden glee that just made Tommy's stomach drop; whenever that ghost smiled, it was never a good sign, "well love, we have the whole house to ourselves and I have something very special just for you~" the ghost purred as Tommy tried to push passed the apparition. 

"No"

"Aw Tommy Please," the ghost whimpered as he floated around the blonde as he attempted to curl around him, "I worked so hard for it, made it with my own hands too! I also put alot of enchantments on it as well so it can keep you safe," he went as he now stood in front of the blonde. His smile never leaving as he reached through his inventory, "I don't want it," he deadpanned as the ghost frowned. 

"I didn't even show you the gift yet love-" 

"Stop calling me that," he let out a exasperated sigh. 

'You like it when he calls you that, don't lie~' the voice whispers this time crawling around him as he gapped at how it became louder. 

"Please love, just look..." the ghost then pulled out the box, a small velvet black box that seemed so small and insignificant. "I mined almost all day for the materials yesterday, I mended and enchanted this too," the ghost then kneels on both knees as Tommy takes a step back, the ghost quickly takes hold of his wrist to keep the blonde from running. "Please don't run..." he whispers as he slowly opened the box-...

Sitting perfectly inside the velvet box was a diamond netherite ring, encrusted with gilted gold with the metal causing it to look like marble. It shimmered with enchantments, carefully crafted just as the ghost had said... Tommy was stared grey-blue eyes wide with fear and disbelief as he stared at those mismatched eyes. So full of hope and love that he almost believed it to be Ranboo proposing and not the Ghost. "I know your scared... I know I said I would wait for you... I still will... Even as you reject me, I want you to carry it, if not on your finger than at least on a chain... I will wait for you Tommy," eyes now steamed with watery tears singed the floorboard, "I love you Tommy, I will always love you, please-" 

"NO!" he yanked his wrist away as the Ghost jolt back from such a harsh tone, "Tommy-" 

"No fuck you!" He hissed as he dashed off, but that annoying voice howled in pain at denying the proposal, "Tommy wait please," the ghost begged as he followed the blonde to their bedroom, but ultimately was slammed in his face. 

"GO TO HELL!"

"Wait sweetie-" 

"Stop calling me that!" 

"Tommy, at least hold onto it... You don't have to wear it love, I can wait a while longer-"

"Its never gonna happen! When will you get that through your fuckin head!" Tommy shouted through the door. 

"I will never give up on you!" Ghostboo cried out, "I said it before and I will say it again, I love you! I will always love you, hate me, deny me, heck! Pour lava on me if you wish, but I will never give up on you," he leaned against the door sliding down as his tears singed his sweater, his chest blooming with pain as he felt Ranboo sobbed through their connection. 

He WILL make their dream come true... He will marry Tommy one day, though he hoped it would be today, but he can wait. 

Tommy on the other hand was struggling... The voice begged him to let the ghost in, accept the ring, accept the ghost as his partner, but Tommy just felt so sick at the thought. He didn't deserved to be loved, he stolen Ranboo from Tubbo... He was a terrible person, a terrible friend... A terrible uncle and father... 'But he loves you!' The voice cried out, 'he wants you... he wants us! Why do you keep fighting him!? He proved to us that he won't leave... Not like them... Not like Wilbur, Phil, Tubbo, or the others... Ranboo... Ghostboo they love you.' 

It was crying now... It cried for the fact it couldn't be with the ghost yet all it did was make Tommy feel sick. 

"Tommy..." the ghost mourned as he clawed at the door like some whimpering mutt, "please let me in... Can I hold you?" The door shook each time the ghost clawed, but Tommy ended up shaking feeling like he was hiding from Dream... A sudden morbid fear crept in his stomach as he scrambled away from the door, "Tommy..." he heard the voice no longer holding that usual desperate tone, "Please let me in... I can't take it anymore," he quickly looked around the room trying to find something to keep the ghost away.

"Lovely, I know I said I would wait, but its hurting me... Please, let me in..." a sob shook through Tommy as he found himself curling in a corner. 

'Look what have you done...' the voice sheered as the door began to violently shake, 'if only you accepted him, it would have been more pleasurable.' 

The blonde felt so small and helpless now...

 Ranboo sobbed in Limbo, hearing his own voice through that filter, seeing how terrified Tommy was made his heart ache so much. Tommy will never love him now, Ghostboo had completely lost it, the pain they both endure from each rejection had now flared with such ferocity and feral that he couldn't even sway the ghost anymore, he curled within that platform as he heard the screams of his Beloved pleading racked his body. 

"I'm no better than Dream," he whispered.

Suddenly the ghost paused... His mind blank as he finally snapped out of it, seeing the tattered remains of his Beloved clothes littered across the bed, tears swelling in those eyes he wanted to brighten up, lips bruised and swollen as he quickly moved away from the scene. 

"T-Tommy..." he went feeling a sudden vile feeling filled his heart, "sweetie...?" He went as he slowly approach the blonde, with a very gentle and tender hand he touched his Beloved's shoulder in hope to ground him, but suddenly... Tommy screeched, the most ugliest and mortified scream he ever heard. "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I WON'T FIGHT ANYMORE! I PROMISE, I'LL BE GOOD! I'LL WEAR THE RING! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" 
His non-existing heart dropped... What had he done?

He promised he would wait! Why would he- 

 He quickly took a blanket and wrapped it around his Beloved, bringing him to his chest as he sat him onto his lap, sobs escaped him and Tommy as he began rocking them both. Trying his best to hush his terrified Beloved, humming the L'manberg song recalling how it would calm him during fits of fear. Though Tommy was hysterical, almost incoherent as he trembled in his arms, 'I almost- why would I-? Tommy-...' his thoughts were too jumbled. 

Meanwhile the voice purred happily to be in the Ghost's hold, but Tommy was too out of it to care now, the feeling of those claws holding him made him feel sick. He wanted to go home, he wanted his small dirt shack, the small nest he built when Onyx was still around, he wanted to go back when his wife rung her hands to his hair almost whispering sweet phrases of love they both had shared on their wedding night. 

He missed her... God, he missed his wife so much. What wouldn't he do to have her here... Maybe then Ghostboo wouldn't have kidnapped him or his son... "Tommy?" He flinched as the ghost brushed his hair from his face... It felt so wrong when the ghost did it, Onyx did it better, "I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you-" 

"Liar..." he whispered causing the ghost to whimper at his tone except Tommy whimpered too... 

Chapter 13: Chapter 12

Hey Single Pringles...

Been a while, huh? Sorry, I went on a sudden hiatus on this story. Mostly because of writers block, I lost slight interest in this story, and Welcome Home ARG pulled me in. 

I ain't full back, but I did write between my Hiatus so here's Chapter 12

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Ghostboo left Tommy alone after that..

Taking his time to tend, leave, and protect the home that... Doesn't feel at home anymore, days as he watched from a distance both his family and the people in the Essempi also seem to keep him at a distance as well. He had approached them, groups of them appearing to look out for his beloved and sons, so he was ignored often. Soon he no longer felt the need to be in those lands and quickly permanently left the server, as he continue to live within this new server. It had become his home, but even his home felt terrible to be in, alone and cast aside by his family. Currently, he was staying in the living room, he didn't bother sleeping without Tommy by his side, he couldn't sleep. The kids seem to be noticing how quiet their father had become and was wary of him as well. 

So they were avoiding him too...

Ghostboo released pitiful chirps and wrvoop in enderian whenever he saw his children around, coaxing them over in hopes to spend some time with them. However, it had been Michael who was always yanking the other away, his child was afraid of him now, considering how shaken Tommy had become after that incident. 

The boys began sharing the master bedroom with Tommy. Leaving the rest of the house cold and unloving, the warmth he wanted to preserve is gone now, nothing is left. Though he still cooks for them and always made sure they ate even if he hardly sees them now, it was a new routine he didn't dare to break. He missed holding Tommy, but he doesn't force it anymore... Ranboo was right, he was no different than Dream...

"Darling? Boys?" He knocked as he heard to soft voices of his family- no... Not family... He had no right to call them that. "Breakfast is done, please eat something before you go," he went placing the tray down and began walking away, his chirp an enderian song as he walked down the stairs as his tail dragged behind him. Slowly approaching the fireplace to start warming up the chill that is seeping into his house, though it was almost Spring it was still cold. He knows Tommy hates the cold, memories he shared with Ranboo recalled how the boy shivers whenever the wind braced him. How he hoarded mountains of blankets for himself or his son, and how he would seal any holes within his hobble home back in the Essempi. 

This was all he can do for him now, he curl before the fireplace, staring intently at the fire as trying to relish the feeling in hopes to warm his empty chest. He flinched as he felt the floor shake, signaling his children were leaving without saying goodbye. He chirp out in hopes to receive an answer, but by then they were gone, his boys gone out without a guide, a spike of fear rise in him as he began to panic. 
'They're alone! Why did they leave without an adult!?' He thought as he quickly got up to follow, "I messaged a friend to walk them to school," he froze. His mismatched eyes turn to greet those grey-blue eyes, "we need to talk."

   
Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Ghostboo seated in silence both weary and excited to see his beloved, though the boy was staring intently at his cup. The silence was all that greeted him though considering it had been weeks since he last talked with him at least face to face. 

"This can't go on..." his heart dropped, "Whatever your thinking, whatever you're trying to do, it needs to stop."

"But--" 

"I am never gonna be your husband Ghostboo... I never saw Ranboo that way, I never felt anything to him nor Tubbo, I am not gay either so this," he gestured to each other, "is never going to happen."
Ghostboo clenched his claws into the palm of his hand, his ghostly heart clenched so painfully that he almost attempted to take a grip on his sweater. "However-" he perked feeling hopeful, "we can't go back to the Essempi... It's safer here and the boys have a life here too, so I'm gonna put my own rules from now on."

"Rules?"

"Yes, Ghostboo, Rules... Because I am sick and tired of the constant eggshells, I have to be on around you," he hissed. 

"I-I didn't mean to be uncomfortable love-"

Slam! 

"Rule one... Don't call me any fuckin pet names, I am sick of them, it is weird and needs to stop," Boo frowns at this, he enjoyed calling him these names, he loves him after all, but if Tommy wants him to stop then he will. "Rule two, you will not force me or the kids to do any "family time" you already confused them as it is, Michael is picking up that we're fighting and is currently being resentful now, so that ends. The kids will come to you with suggestions on their own when THEY feel ready for it, understand?" 

That made him sulk a bit, but at least he could now interact with them... At least a little bit. 

"Rule three..." Tommy started again, "you will not TOUCH me without me giving consent, that means don't hug me, don't grab me, and don't fuckin kiss me, not even a peck on me!" 

"But- Lov- I mean Tommy, I've been doing that since we came to this server-" 

"And? I never liked them, they always made me feel sick!" 

'Liar' went the voice. 

"I will not say this again Ghostboo, you will not do ANYTHING remotely affectionate towards me unless I allow it," he was firm on this, he wanted nothing more than to steer clear of the phantom and him, but this was the best he could do. “I-If that’s what you want then Tommy, then I promise, I won’t do anything that will make you uncomfortable,” he said his voice soft and gentle. Though the pain expression on the apparition’s face was enough to please him.

So mean…

He ignored that thought.

     
    Ghostboo left the house after that, seemingly beginning to go mining since the family was low on funds, but he in truth he needed to leave for a while. His heart ached and the longing to kisses his beloved was strong, however he made a promise and he has to keep it. He didn’t want to push Tommy away anymore, but he craved to hold his beloved, whisper sweet lullabies, and kiss his scarred face again. 
His pickaxe broke under the pressure… The thoughts of his beloved plagued him too much. "Calm down,” he whispered to himself as he kneeled onto the floor, “calm down,” he choked as teardrops began streaming down his face. 'Everything went wrong,' he thought as he began sobbing and the desperation, the pain, the loneliness… it just didn't stop, it broiled over and began eating at him. “I'm so sorry Ranboo,” he whispered, “I couldn't make our dream come true.” He curled in a fetus position sobbing and singe the sweater he had always worn, swallowing his pain as he laid there. He didn't know what to do, go home? Feel out of place? How should he even approach this? He can't interact with his family like normal… 

He was shaking when he got up after his small meltdown, his face stained with tears, his hoard spilling out of his inventory. He gathered them all with shaky hands, slowly one by one puts them back in his inventory. His mind blank and his heart heavy coming to terms that he may never have his dream… He could be useful for them? Maybe protect them? “I'll figure it out—” he paused as his clawed-hand hovered over the velvet box… the Tommy never took his gift, huh? 

Gently lifting the small box to reveal the diamond ring he crafted for his beloved. Enchantments vibrant with life and magic, he worked so hard for such a precious gift… Now it remains untouched and away from their owner… An owner who refused to even touch it. “unwanted,” he whispered as he closed the box. He felt the urge to toss the little box away, since it was what started this whole mess. How it was the reason why Tommy refuses to allow him to treasure the blonde. 

He envied that silly little mug that was in his hands.

He envies the air that got to be apart of him.

He envies the blankets that got to hold him close… 

He envies the world who got to see his beloved smile. 

 

 

    Tubbo was exhausted…

Ever since the reunion with the spider-siblings he had been running ragged around the Essempi. Especially with Dream who attempted to kidnap him to draw Tommy out, that nearly cost him his life. It was no secret that Tommy was gone, no one knew where he was, no signs, no leads, or even clues. The only clues him and the Crafts family got was: find the dead.

“What the hell do they mean about that?” he whispered as he looked over the maps of the entire Essempi. 

“Tubbo?” he looked up to greet the pinkette, “hey Techno,” he went stretching out his back as he leaned into his chair. “No luck… What hell are we going to do? We checked this whole server and nothing!” Technoblade sighs at this feeling the brunette's anxiousness and irritation. He fully understands, but this was too much… Everyone had exhausting resources from the server, most were irritated at the fact they were looking for the blonde, others were pretty much done with the server and its people in general. Dream was nowhere to be found after the kidnap attempt on Tubbo; Techno now realizes how deranged that man was and maybe… just maybe… he began to understand WHY Tommy betrayed him. 

“Let's take a break today Tubbo, everyone is still asleep so we can discuss this now if you want,” he went.

“No, your right… We're short on supplies and we are far from the Main Essempi, so we'll need a few days to restock and plan everything,” he went. 

“How do you feel?” 

Tubbo eyed the worn warrior, “well having the feeling of thousands of eyes on your back, I feel very on edge,” he smiled though his words were soaked with honey-coated venom. Which caused Techno to snort, “understandable, they haven't left our side since we found them.” 

“How's Wilbur taking it?"

“He's asleep” said Techno. 

“Motherfucker, he sleeps through anything now,” chuckled Tubbo referring to the time when Wilbur got NO sleep. 

“He's getting better, just needs to bathe and stop being a smelly boi” smirked Techno earning another chuckle from the ram. 

Silence engulf them as the sound of wind and snow ambient can be heard in the background. “Are we ever going to find them?” went Tubbo starting at nothing, but the top of the tent. 

“I ain't promising anything, but… Maybe…” 

Chapter 14: Author Note

So...

 

I haven't written anything in over two years involving the DreamSMP. Mostly due to allegations about William, then the Dream drama and all that. Plus when I was rereading it, it made me question what the fuck I was going with this. 

 

So I might just rewrite the entire story, I will be putting disclaimers on each story if anything involves the DreamSMP characters. Mostly to make sure people know I am writing about the CHARACTERS not the people. That includes William Gold's Character because let's be real, the guy doesn't even own his character anymore. It belongs to the community, but I do respect the authors who do not want to write anything about the character so I will respect those who don't want to read it for that reason too. 

 

NOW I don't know when the first chapter of Union begins, I will say that it may run differently than it originally started so if you still want to read it. Please be patient with me. I will have it up as soon as I can. I will leave this story up until for you all to reread or adopt whatever you want with it. Just be sure to give credit where it is due now. Hope you guys have a nice day, PLEASE stay safe out there. 

Chapter 15: Author Note

Hello everyone! I know it has been a while, but I just wanted to let you all know that the new updated Version of Union will be posted either later on today or tomorrow.

To let the people enjoy this story, I will leave it up for those to either reread it or just adopt the concept. 

Thank you guys for your patience.