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Tubbee in Tubbox

Chapter: One

Tw: Fear, comfort, a pinch of angst, mentioned vore (none happen) WC: 1800-ish

Guys, I can explain. I finished this before chapter three of TinyHunt- sry.

“Look Phil!” Tubbo froze, he was just flying around France when he tried to get some bread and brought it to a fence post. “Yo Wil, it looks a bit like a bee.” Tubbo turned around and looked into the bright blue eyes of a blonde haired human. Who was WAY too close for comfort, Tubbo was far to paralyzed to even think to scream as the teen wrapped his hand around the bee hybrid.

Ranboo meanwhile was watching this whole ordeal from a window of the bakery that was a couple feet away from where Tubbo was, he really should’ve been doing something, but he’s always been to scared of humans. He watched in horror as Tubbo was taken by the teen and shown to an older blonde and a man with dirty brown hair. “Oh my god, what should I do!” Ranboo was on the verge of having a panic attack, but instead ducked into a crack in the wall to hide away.

Tubbo tried in vain to escape the humans grasp, until he was placed into the hands of another blonde who looked considerably older. Tubbo liked this one a bit better, as they were holding him rather gently, for a human. “Tommy, this is a Tiny,” the human explained to the original human who is apparently named Tommy. “You can’t just go pick up wild tinies or any other animals around any where.” Tommy looked a bit annoyed for a moment. “But Dadza, he looks so cool! Can we keep it?”

Tubbo was alarmed by this, he definitely did not want to be taken by some child. He was tempted to fly away in the direction of his and Ranboo’s home, but he didn’t want to endanger Micheal. With any luck, his Beloved would buzz off and leave him, for Michael. While Tubbo was praying for Ranboo to stay away, Phil had succumbed to Tommy’s will and bought a Tiny jar to keep the bee inside. Tubbo attempted to escape, but a brown haired human who Tubbo hadn’t noticed made sure to keep him boxed in so he could only go into the jar.

Ranboo was busy packing away all their shit, he wasn’t about to let Tubbo be taken away. He was instead going to follow at a safe distance and hopefully get Tubbo out. He thought of leaving Micheal, but decided against it. He instead grabbed the pink haired borrower and flew toward where Tubbo was. He got their just in time to see Tubbo get stuck inside a jar.

He had gotten there a bit too late. He made sure to follow the humans from a safe distance and spotted them entering an airport. Oh god, they had really screwed up! Ranboo tried thinking of any possible way to rescue Tubbo for he was deported out of this country. (Tubbo’s species was from the UK so it was technically the truth.)

He eventually settled that there was no way to do so, he decided that he and Michael would sneak onto the plane. It wasn’t that hard, they ended up hiding in one of those little dining carts that was being loaded onto the plane. Once they were inside it took only a moment for the plane to take off. Ranboo settled in for the long ride hiding in a dark corner of the plane bathroom. As he consoled Micheal, he could only hope his platonic husband was doing alright.

Tubbo whilst extremely pissed was fine, safe even. The teen that had originally found him was holding him in his lap and was inspecting him from behind the glass. “Wilbur, this thing is honestly really cute.” The child conveyed to Wilbur. “Really? Well if we are going to keep. it-“ “Him.” Tommy corrected, “Right, him, then what are we going to name him?”

Tommy thought for a minute, drumming his fingers very annoyingly on the lid of the jar. “How about, Bee Boy? Or BB for short?” Wilbur snorted, “What? Would you name your child, oh I don’t know, Big Law if they looked like they’d be a lawyer?” Tommy looked like he was going red. “Well bitch I’d appreciate if you gave a better idea you prick! Besides, I think it’s a lovely name.”

“Well you’d better take care of them Tom,” Phil chimes in from the back, I don’t want to bury them like we did with Clementine.” Tommy grimaced at the thought, he hated whenever they talked about Clementine. “I thought we agreed not to bring up ✨Clementine✨.” Ah ah ah ah.” Phil corrected, we only said that we wouldn’t unless you got another pet.” Tommy DID turn red at that and was properly pissed off, but Dad was right.

Tubbo in the jar sighed, this would be a LONG flight. But after their conversation subsided, Tubbo thought back to Ranboo and Micheal. If his Beloved had any sense, he’d have stayed and forgotten about him, and raised Micheal. But deep down, Tubbo knew that Ranboo would probably try to find him, he’d just have to hope that in this world where humans eating borrowers was normalized that Ranboo wouldn’t get himself killed…

A few hours later…

Ranboo woke up with a thud as the plane landed, Micheal cooed a bit on his lap as the plane stopped. He’d never bee much of a crier. But there wasn’t any time for Ranboo to sit and eat breakfast, he had to hurry if he wanted to find Tubbo. He hurriedly swooped out of the bathroom and attempted to sneak by the crowds of humans. And oh boy, if humans possessed the ability to smell fear then he’d be certain that every human in a 5 mile radius would turn their head his way.

He eventually tracked them down to a taxi cab, he was already beat from the searching, and now he’d have to keep up with a car! It was too much. But he had to keep going on, for Tubbo, and for Micheal. And did he try, oh he tried to keep his eyes on the car, but eventually he lost them he did catch their names thankfully. Philza Minecraft, Tommy Innit Minecraft, and Wilbur Soot Minecraft. Weird names, but names he needed to know. He’d have to do a bit of eavesdropping, but he swears that he will find Tubbo…

Tubbo meanwhile was being bumped and jostled like a toy as the Taxi went down the streets of London, he didn’t enjoy it, but kept his mouth shut. He was lucky that the young one appeared to want to keep him as a pet and not for a snack. Of course, that didn’t make it any less terrifying. He’d spent the last day worrying about Ranboo and Michael and now that he was actually thinking about his situation, he realized that he was essentially a dead bee sitting.

“Don’t worry little Bee Boy,” Tubbo jumped at the voice of Tommy, “You’ll be safe here with us.” He patted the jar, Tubbo didn’t feel all that safe, but he found some solace in the potential of them not devouring him. Eventually the Taxi rolled to a stop at a house. It was a nondescript house, but Tubbo didn’t get much of a chance to admire the exterior, as he was carried inside. “Hello boys!” A woman’s voice rang through the house as the Minecraft’s headed inside. “Kristin, come we have someone to show you.”

They then proceeded to show Bee Boy to Tommy’s mum blah blah blah, and he was getting bored. “Daaad, I’ll go and show BB our new room.” Phil nodded, “Okay, have fun! And please, be careful with that jar-“ but Phil couldn’t finish as Tommy rushed up the stairs, he was excited to show his little friend his room. He got to the top of the stairs and pushed open his door. “Alright Bee Boy, this is our new room!”

Tubbo wasn’t excited to be the pet of a Child, but at least the room was decent. Their was a bunk bed in one corner, in another a desk, in the final corner directly to the right lay a bay window that showed the backyard and a bit of the street. Tommy went ahead and showed him around his room by laying Tubbo on his desk and pointing. He told him about his favorite YouTuber’s (The Sidemen) and all about their best member. (“Vikkstar, Vikkstar, VIKKSTAR!”) There were quite a few posters of him around the room.

He talked about his YouTube channel where he mainly vlogged his life with his family the Minecraft’s and how he also play’d a game that his grandfather made that was called the same name as their last name. He told Tubbo that he’d have to introduce him to his ‘Vlog Nation” as he called the viewers, and Tubbo had to admit, Tommy didn’t seem like that bad of a kid. Who knows, maybe this whole thing could in fact work out in the end…

Ranboo was lurking around in the airport, hoping that he could find anyone who might be taking about the Minecraft family. He eventually, while taking a break in the park, found a little girl watching a video that looked like The Minecraft’s in Paris. He believes that he has found a lead. He distracted the girl with a shiny object he’d found on the floor and took the iPad from her. She’s left it on the bench, and went back to a haphazardly made nest to analyze the video. He would find Tubbo, no matter the cost.

Philza was wondering what Tommy and Bee Boy were doing up there, he had to pray that Tommy wouldn’t do anything stupid. Alongside that he’d have to make sure that everyone who got near BB knew that he was a friend and not a snack. It would be difficult to have a Tiny as a pet, but he and Kristin would make it work. Who knows? It might bring even more views.

Kristin was just happy that Tommy was happy, and she really enjoyed the idea of having another pet around. Even if a lot of people enjoyed eating tinies…

Wilbur had similar feelings to Kristin. He’d punt anyone who would hurt Bee Boy thus making Tommy sad. No matter how much he teased him, he cared about the little gremlin…

Technoblade, was completely unaware of all events happening, he was trying to find a new house to live in after stowing away on a boat from America. Little did he know that maybe he’s find something more than food in England…

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Well everyone that was Chapter One of Tubbee in Tubbox. And just to clear it up, Ranboo’s journey will be told a bit more in a Side Story.

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38 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

CandyLand au Chapter One: Candy Men

Tw: Candy People, Swearing, mentioned vore (none happen), fear, unintentional fear. WC: 1800-ish.

Tommyinnit led a different life from most boy’s. You see, his dad, Philza ‘Candy’ Minecraft, owned a candy store. That was fairly popular in the city of L’Manburg, and Tommy just so happened to work their. He remember’s the day when his dad gave him the job at this place, “Now Tom,” his dad had told him. “One day, you’re gonna be the owner of Philza’s CandyCraft, but before that, you’ll need to do some work here.” For the first year, he was unpaid. But as time passed and he got good at his job, Phil had started paying him. It was a pretty routine life.

Wake up, eat breakfast, get ready for work, work, go home, eat dinner, sleep, repeat. With a lunch break in the middle obviously. Of course, Philza could’ve chosen his other son Wilbur to take the reigns of the Candy Store, but he was off trying to become a famous musician with his band. But today he was closing up shop, saying goodnight to Karl as he closed the doors, and prepared to sweep the entire fucking store. Sigh, he absolutely fucking hated this part. He ended up making a little game out of it, sweeping up these dumb ass dust bunnies. “Hullo! Thought you could get away huh? Ya bitch.” He swept away several dust bunnies while providing witty banter to his imaginary audience.

As he finished sweeping up the last of the bunnies, he saw something, really goddamn strange. “What the fuck…?” He whispered as he moved closer to get a closer look, on the floor next to a door to a storage room, lay two pieces of Candy. But, Tommy had just swept there not five minutes ago! He leaned down and examined the pieces, they were two pieces of sweets that were shaped like people, and were somehow standing on their own, backs turned from Tommy. The one on the left was a teen made of Crystalized honey, weird, Dad was just working on a new product made out of the shit. And the one in the right was a teen made out of a black and white frosted cookie, with some purple as well.

If Tommy didn’t know any better, he’d say that the two had tensed up when his breath hit them. He picked the two treats up off the ground and held them in his hand like he would any other piece of candy. He finished closing up shop, locked the front door, and headed upstairs to their apartment, and subsequently, his room. He laid the pieces of candy on his nightstand, and decided that he’d have them as a little snack in the morning to get the day started with something sweet. (You’d think that since Tom’s old man runs a sweet shop, that his kid would be allowed to eat a load of the shit, but apparently fucking not. Because it’s “Bad for you”.) He laid his head in his pillow, and closed his eyes.

Tubbo was absolutely scared out of his mind. It was a miracle that both he and Ranboo had managed to remain quiet throughout that entire time while being held by that human’s hot ass hand. Fuck. But there was no time for Tubbo to get his own feelings sorted out, by the look of Ranboo, he was about to have a full on Panic Attack. “Boo, you need to calm down.” Tubbo comforted Ranboo putting his hand on his shoulder. “We need to figure out a way to get down and to get the fuck out of here.” Ranboo nodded, still unable to speak, and let Tubbo lead the way to get out.

While Tubbo is exuded confidence as he searched the child’s desk for anything to help the two down, he was fucking terrified on the inside. He’d heard the child’s monologue about eating them in the morning. (But weird that he spoke aloud, but ok.) Tubbo could probably survive a fall to the ground, and only gain a small dent. But Ranboo would literally crumble if he did that, so Tubbo had to figure out a better solution. Thankfully, the desk was plentiful in resources, but not all of them were helpful. “Alright, we have 12 pencils, 11 paper clips, 10 toy cars, 9 candy wrappers, 8 small animals, 7 stray Lego pieces, 6 framed photographs, 5 random stickers, 4 stacked books, 3 piggy banks of decreasing size stacked, two erasers, and a lamp in a pear tree.”

That was oddly fitting to a song he’d heard the Candynapper singing earlier. So, the majority of stuff was useless, including a water bottle he hadn’t mentioned earlier. He looked over the edge of the nightstand, and saw that the wire of the lamp could more than likely be scaled downwards. He shared this plan with Ranboo, who initially declined before realizing it was the only real way he could get down. Tubbo walked down it a bit, before sliding the rest of the way, and waited for Ranboo. So, with a little encouragement from Tubbo, Ranboo also made it soon after, sliding straight into Tubbo’s arms. “Alright, now let’s get the hell out of here.” Tubbo told him punching the teens shoulder.

“Darn it, I think I still lost a few crumbs…” Boo finally spoke unprompted as they got about halfway across the floor to the door. “Oh now you choose to speak normally? Don’t worry ‘bout them Boo, Human’s are hopefully pretty dumb and won’t notice it.” He assured him. “Oh really, he just won’t think anything of it when his treats have magically disappeared?” Boo retorted, making Tubbo pause for a moment. “We don’t need to worry about what he’s gonna think, we just gotta be long gone before he wakes up.” Ranboo snickered slightly as they finally reached the damn door after an eternity.

“What’s so funny?” Tubbo asked Boo, finally getting annoyed by it. “It’s just, you said Bee-heheh.” He said laughing just a bit more. “Oh ha ha, because I’m made of honey, you’re a prick Ranbus. Let’s just get under this bitch already.” But try as they might, unless they suddenly became chewy squishy candy, they would t be getting under the door any time soon. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Tubbo was promptly pissed off as he kicked the door, leaving a small honey dent in his foot. “What are we gonna do Tubbo?” Ranboo asked, tone getting increasingly more worried and anxious as the sun began to rise outside. And Tubbo felt like murdering the birds that were chirping outside.

Tubbo wracked his brain for all the possible things that he could do, but his mind drew a blank. But that was nothing compared to the blank terror that spread across the honey teen as the alarm clock went off…

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49 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

Water deep as loneliness Chapter One: Boating trip

Tw: Fear, fearplay, dehumanization, swearing, Safe and Unwilling Noms, messin around with humans like their ants and or play-things, that's about it, read with discretion- WC: 1,585 words

Tommy stared out at the water. He wasn’t the biggest fan of being out in the ocean, but there wasn’t much reason to stay on land. He’d heard that this fisherman was taking people out into the ocean on his fairly big boat, and he wanted to get away from his orphanage, so this was the best option. They left Essempi and were expecting to dock at L’Manburg in a few hours. He sighed, this was the perfect opportunity to get away, he just had to make sure none of the suspicious passengers didn’t stop him and ask where he was going, why he was alone, or why he had a full backpack. He saw someone try to come over and talk to him but excused himself quickly. He didn’t really like talking to people, and people didn’t really like talking to him, so he usually stayed away. He hid in the back of the boat, in between crates holding XD knows what.

He was debating on crawling inside one and seeing where he ended up when a loud crash was heard. It was like a boulder had hit the side of the ship. “What the fuck!” He whisper-shouted as he peeked out from his small corner in between and under boxes, he could hear people shouting before being cut off with a splash. He could’ve sworn that he was scaled in the water as he peeked over the edge, staying close to the floor. Oh, shit, he’d heard the legends of Mers, but he didn’t think they’d actually be real! He quickly hid in one of the crates, practically jumping inside the only open one and sealing it with a lid. He heard a few more shouts, but he ignored them as he closed his eyes and plugged his ears with his fingers…

“Aww, this one’s dead too!” Tubbo informed Ranboo as he circled around the nearly broken ship. He looked over to Boo as he emerged on the other side of the ship, shaking his head. He groaned a bit, “It’s no fun to play with dead ones…” The two continued searching for humans, but they only found more that drowned. “Hm, maybe next time we shouldn’t splash ‘em into the water.” Ranboo nodded, “Well, we could always just sink the boat?” Boo asked, it wasn’t that much fun, but it was something. They turned back to the boat but it was already sinking. The two collectively groaned, “Well at least we could get some food out of these crates.”

Tommy could hear the Mer’s searching through the rubble of the boat. He was thrown around quite a bit as the boat sunk, and was now floating in said crate from earlier, only had one eye hole to peek through at many other crates, floating in the ocean. Oh shit, he was going to die. He could feel himself start to hyperventilate as he drifted. The Mer’s continued to tear apart crates, he even caught a flash of scales everyonce in a while out of the peephole. Then he watched as the water disappeared, getting farther and farther away as the crate he was in was lifted up. “Oooooh…” he made a few noises, oofs, and urgs, all the way.

“Hmm, I think there’s something alive in this one!” Tubbo shouted out to Ranboo as he picked up another crate. This one was slightly heavier than the rest, but it was still extremely light. Ranboo swam over, peering into Tubbo’s palm where the small crate rested, smaller shorter than his pinkie, but slightly bigger in length than it. He reached out, slicing at the crate with his claw, prying it open. “Got it!” He proclaimed as he busted it open. He unceremoniously dumped all of the contents out, it was mostly straw, but then out came a smol human in a red and white shirt. “Ahhh!” It shouted as it fell out onto the palm.

Tommy quickly got to his feet when he landed on the somewhat warm and scaly palm. Holy fucking shit they were big. He gazed up, up, even further up at the Mer, they were smiling a large toothy smile as they stared down at him. The Mer holding (fuck he hated thinking about that) him made a noise, kinda like a shrill gentle screech. The fingers adjusted slightly, pulling him into a grip. “No, no no no!” They curled around him as he was lifted up for inspection. Oh, shit, he really was gonna die, and in such a horrible way. He fully expected the Mer to just eat him. But, that didn’t appear to be the case. He tried to work up the courage to speak, but no words came. He could hear another Mer behind him, but he couldn’t turn his head. “P-p-please…” he lightly whispered. It wasn’t super loud, but it was a word at least.

It didn’t appear like they heard him, they just kept on chittering between the two of them. This was fucking terrifying. They started swimming just in a random direction away from land, so that definitely wasn’t good. They came to a tame spot of the ocean that seemed to have a Coral Reef down below the water. They chittered all the way, making strange noises all the way. Tommy wished he knew what they were gonna do with him, he was surprised that he hadn’t died yet, from everything he’d heard about the legends of the Mer’s, he thought they’d have killed him already. Then something, unexpected happened.

The one holding him, started, counting. It made a noise, waited for a second, made another one, then made a final one a second later. That was when he threw The Human a far distance away. “AHHHHHH!” He simply shouted as he hit the cold water. He stayed submerged there until he spotted both mer’s gunning for him, hands stretched out as they tried to grab at him. They appeared to be fighting each other over who would catch him. As they did this, Tommy desperately tried to get to the surface. Until one clawed hand wrapped around him, it was rough and knocked the air out of his lungs. He was lifted out of the water and took in the air. More chittering was heard. Before another noise was heard from the water.

“Boys! It’s time for Dinner!” Tubbo groaned at Phil’s voice. He really wished they’d been able to play with the human a little more. “What should we do with it?” He asked Ranboo who was holding the human in a tight grip. “You might wanna, loosen that a bit.” He informed him. “Oh, yea.” He shifted the human to rest in his open palms. “Land is a bit too far away, but we could always keep him for a bit.” Tubbo nodded, “Yea, you can store it for a bit, we could continue tomorrow.” Ranboo nodded somewhat eagerly, as Tubbo disappeared to go placate Phil for a sec.

Tommy was glad when he was shifted to rest in the creature's palms. He really didn’t want that to happen again, and he was building his voice back up, as he was lifted high up, close to this Pricks face. “OI BI-“ He tries to shout with all of his ‘annoying’ gusto, but he was unceremoniously shoved into the Mer’s mouth, where he landed on the soft muscle of the creature's tongue. Oh shit. He backed up with urgency, poking himself on one of the sharp teeth. Oh Prime, this was it. He shouted as the wet tongue pushed him around, lathering him in Saliva. This was so gross, but the Mer ended up swallowing thickly, pushing him toward the dark tunnel that lay at the end. He shouted and screeched as he tried to avoid the tunnel. But it was fruitless as his legs got sucked into the tube.

The throat dragged him down deep inside the mer, he tried to fight it with everything he had, but it was far too late. He was gonna die, and he hadn’t done shit with his life. He held back his tears and shouted with outrage as he tried to climb back up, but the muscles forced him further down until he finally landed in a slightly lit-up room. But this wasn’t a room, this was his demise. He lay in there, just in shock at what had happened. This wasn’t how he wanted today to go, nor how he wanted to die. "Oi Prick face!" He shouted as loud as he could, "You better let me out of here or I'll fuck your stomach up!" He tried to beat up the stomach from the inside, prime he hated that word, but it didn't do shit. He resigned to just cryin in the corner, how brave.

Tubbo sat on his ‘bed’, waiting for Ranboo to come so they could get some dinner. Finally, the Black and White Mer came down. "What took ya so long Boo?" He asked, only Semi-Concerned. "Um, well it put up a bit of a fight and it kinda-" He was cut off by Phil. "C'mon! Dinners ready guys!" Tubbo shouted back that they were coming, "C'mon, you can tell me later." Ranboo nodded his head, following Tubbo out. Afterward, they headed to bed, and Boo tried to tell Tubbo again. "Sorry, could you just tell me in the morning? I'm really tired right now..." He really was, Boo mumbled goodnight, and they headed to bed...

52 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

TinyHunt

Chapter One: Analysis

Tw: technical hurt, pests, that’s about it.

Word Count: 2kish

Dream was rather enjoying this new Human. He had been spending some time getting a good look at this guy in particular to gauge how careful he should be. Needless to say, George didn’t seem like a very competent Human. He was watching silently laughing, while George struggled to find the glasses that Dream had lugged away to the top of the shelf.

Dream though, was not a cruel Borrower. So he had put the glasses just right on the shelf so that when the light streamed through the window, would illuminate the lenses. He quickly backed away as this happened against the wall about to enter the grate. He finally heard George make a sound of triumph as he reached the glasses.

George actually didn’t need glasses, they were mainly for just looking good and helping his colorblindness. So he was still a bit upset when he didn’t find them on his nightstand when he woke up in his new house. He had contemplated calling Sapnap but decided that he’d just find them himself.

Once the light shined onto the shelf just above his nightstand he reached and grasped it. He could almost swear he felt a small gust of warm breath on his finger, it was very small though. He went ahead and put them on, and went downstairs to grab a stool from the garage. But when he got back and double-checked the shelf, it was empty.

It was common knowledge that Tinies existed, George just didn’t think that he’d ever encounter any. Not that he had any proof he did have one infesting his new house, but there wasn’t much else it could be that breathed on his hand like that. His suspicions were only confirmed more when food started mysteriously going missing alongside other objects that he used.

Over the next week…

It took Dream a second before he realized that George was in fact, not blind. (Or at least not in the normal way.) But he didn’t care that much, this Human was relatively foolish, and since Borrowers were common Knowledge to them, he didn’t have to worry about being seen all that much.

Besides, if the Human got close enough to do anything he had a much more technologically advanced hook than most other Borrowers. It was mainly based on some of the things that Humans watched on their TV’s, such as the man with powers like a Spider, or that one ‘anime’ with actual giants. Back when the house was empty, he liked to practice his swinging here, he was already pretty good thanks to The Blade. But practice makes perfect.

Thankfully it seemed as if George wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon, so he could annoy the human more than he normally would. “ooooh Tiny?” George whispered attempting to sound menacing, but after seeing him talk to someone named ‘Sapnap’ through the phone, it really didn’t have the intended effect.

“I seeeee youuu!” Dream laughed at this, “You’re a Liar!” He chuckled out. “oooh, so you’re up there Tiny?” George gestured, heading over to the cabinet just next to where Dream actually was on top of the Fridge. Dream was ready for him, grabbing his hook, he launched it at his glasses and wrapped it around the middle bit in between George’s eyes.

“AHHHHH!” George screeched as his glasses were ripped off of his face and landed with a thud against the fridge with a rope wrapped around it reaching up to the top of the fridge. He was just reaching for them when the hook attached to the end of the rope that his glasses were on disengaged, making his glasses fall all the at to the tiled floor. He reacted quickly bringing his foot up to catch them.

“Noooo!” He groaned as he saw that he had totally crushed them when he caught them. Just above he heard some chuckling. “I’ll get you for that you little Nightmare!” He shouted up to the top of the fridge. There was a vent up there, so the little goblin was probably retreating into it like the rat he is.

“Heheheha!” Dream was enjoying this as he retreated into the vents with a cookie that he had yoinked from the cupboard. Making his way up the vents, he ended up at his centralized home base inside the ceiling above the Living room nearby the front door. Without a word, Dream feasted on his find.

A few minutes later he heard George leave the house, “Don’t touch anything of mine Tiny, or else.” Pffft, Dream thought. Or else what? If this idiot thought he had any shot of catching him, he was sorely mistaken. As soon as he heard the door close, he decided to take a nap, thankfully the house would be quiet for now.

George was on his way home, it had taken a bit (and a decent sum of money) but he had gotten some new glasses. He also called Sapnap as he was supposed to arrive at the same time as him at their new house. Sap was moving in with him, but knowing this idiot, he’s probably eating a pizza in a gas station somewhere on the way.

As he opened the front door, he wondered whether or not he should call the Tiny by another name. He went around trying to think of clever names for the Tiny, but as he hadn’t even seen what they looked like, it was difficult. One day though when he was prowling the kitchen after noticing that even more cookies were gone the Tiny spoke up.

“You know I have a name right?” The Tiny asked one day after George was teasing him. “Oh really, and what would that be?” The Tiny’s answer was quick and straight-to-the-point. “The name’s Dream.” Huh, that was a weird name, but from what he did know about tinies they did have some strange names. Not that he had room to judge, his middle and last name were Not Found.

“Well, Dream.” George enunciated, “I hope that you can Dream your way out of my house.” Dream didn’t crack so much as a smile after that attempt at a pun, “You must realize that I lived here first.” George took a second l. “Well yeah, but you are merely a pest that should be taken out.” Dream grimaced at this, and decided to leave, he didn’t want to entertain this dude any longer.

The next day…

Things went like this for a while. This time, George thought it'd be smart to set a trap. Multiple in fact. It got to the point where Dream had enough saved net that he could sew it together to make a net big enough to catch George. So one day while George went out to eat, (As Dream usually ended up stealing the food if he brought it back.) he set up the trap just above the front door.

"ooooohhh Dreeeeaaamm? I'm back and without any food for you to-" George was stopped by the net that had dropped as soon as he opened the door. "AH!" He thrashed about in the net for a bit, meanwhile, Dream was in hysterics at the sight. "Ohhh, i'll get you for that one!" George shouted at the shelf as Dream disappeared again.

After this, even more prank’s ensued. Flower pots and framed pictures were shattering left and right, both by Dream AND by George as he chased Dream throughout the home. “Not another one!” George shouted after he knocked over a pot trying to get at Dream, “Come back here!” Another day, George found a whole bunch of holes in his favorite shirt with Supreme on it completely torn out.

On another note, Dream had a nice new red and blue blanket, “God damn it Dream!” George roared after this. Dream the. And made a hammock on top of a shelf to get an excuse to do something else. Needless to say, George destroyed it. “I got your bed Dream!” George said to Dream, but Dream was t listening. He was pulling out a needle he had gotten from Technoblade a few years back.

He made a running leap with both his needle and his hook. He used his hook to swing around the bumbling Human and poked at him as well. “DREAM. STOP!” George screeched as he was assaulted with the sewing needle. After a minute, Dream swung himself up to a vent and watched laughing as George fretted over his small cuts.

He even went and messed with the wires inside of George’s PC, he remembered his friend Skeppy doing this several times. Although Skeepy wasn’t as skilled as Dream and usually ended up electrocuted. Dream and him had parted ways for a bit. Skeppy because He was too train and show Dream up. Dream because he preferred to work alone for the most part.

He did miss Skeppy’s company at times, but George’s rage when his PC short-circuited was absolutely hilarious. “Noooo! What the actual hell is wrong with you!” George interrogated the wall. George then went on to call someone name Phil, presumably to help with the PC.

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My #1 post of 2022

Technoblade was a hero.

Just not in the normal sense.

He was a hero who brightened up all of our lives,

With his jokes and his trademark sarcasm.

He worked hard to make sure that we, got the content that he wanted to make for us.

To make sure that we would be happy.

And now he’s gone.

Today is a dark day for not just our community, but for any and all people who watched him. A dark day even for the people who watched his close friends.

And none of you are alone in your sorrow.

Everyone is suffering.

So let us all have a moment of silence, for the Man who brought us Joy whenever he uploaded, or when he went to others streams.

Rest In Peace Technoblade, you worked hard for it.

Don’t be afraid to shed tears for him, if he meant anything positive to you, then you let those tears fall for him.

“You have to believe in yourself.”

- Sun Tzu, The Art Of War

…

Don’t forget.

62 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

Welp this was my year in review- @w@

And wow, didn't realize Water Deep As Loneliness was my third noted post overall @w@ I honestly didn't think it'd be that good of an au, I'll have to add it to the ever-expanding list of things I want too do to make a Chapter Two- XD

Same deal with Candy Boi's XD

And... not sure how to feel about my Technoblade Post being my most noted post on here- :,]

It's a weird emotion I'll say that much X,D

But, here's a fun fact, this'll be my 210th Original Post that wasn't a reblog in total- :D

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #mcyt g/t

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