#arsonisago

Part 3 of Once more to see you

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This fic is based off of Mitski song 'Last words of a shooting star' I suggest you listen to that while you read.

Warnings?: Just angst.

Requested?: yes

July 16th

the day their funeral was held.

They always loved the lake near L’Manberg.. 

Tommy had alway remember how they would talk about it hours on end. Saying how the water shimmered in the morning and how it was so clear you could see the fish at night... 

He had always told them to shut up. Not wanting to hear about ‘stupid fishes and stupid clear water.’ oh what he would give to hear their ramble again.

Getting up from his bedroom floor, he stands in-front of his full length mirror dusting his funeral clothes off. He had to look prefect for them.

‘Everyones going to be there’ he thinks ‘everyone loves them’ he goes to think again but quickly fixes himself ‘loved them..and you were the one to take her away’ 

Oh how he wanted to smack himself so hard that there would be just a large hand print rested on his face but that wouldn’t take the pain away...that wouldn't cover on how he took his own siblings life.

This was his fault.

limping towards his door, he opens it to walk across the hall to your room. Light seeps through the cracks of the door.

The sounds of strumming and soft hums of a song floats through the air quietly.

‘Her favorite song, must be Wilbur’

Tommy contemplates knocking on the door and making a disturbance even more. He sits there for what feels like hours until he musters the courage to knock. He takes a deep breath and goes to raise his fist but before he can a rough, calloused hand take its place over his small smooth one.

Gasping lightly he swivels around and stares at the tall man before him. Technoblades gaze makes Tommy feel small and powerless. Theres a intense feeling in his eyes. Tommy couldnt place what it was but it felt like pain and regret. The same feeling he felt that night..

"-so come downstairs and get ready, I'll get wilbur, just worry about yourself for now" His gruff voice pulls him to his sense. He didn't catch the first part. He didn't need to really, Tommy already knew.

"Yeah..." He starts, backing away from the painted door. "Y-yeah ill just...go" Removing the hand ontop of his he runs down the oak stair case. Bits of the wood missing from unforgettable games of tag and hide n seek.

He'll miss those.

Philza stands at the kitchen table. Moving cloths and fabric around he attempts to tie his black tie. Tommy stands awakwardly behind him. His figure barely noticeable in the mirror. Somehow though, Philz notices.

Grunting he turns around to Tommy gesturing to his tie then to him. "You think you could help me out, mate? Im having trouble."

Tears cloud his vision as he rushes over to Philza. He gently takes the fabric into his hands. First tying one loop, then another. All the while Philza leans in to take a good look at Tommy for the first time in a while.

Bags are drawn heavily under his sockets. Frown lines adorn the corner of his lips and above his eyebrows. His eyes lost light, instead of the light blue they all loved a dark blue is now present. His eyes are also puffy and red like he had been crying.

'He probably has,' Philza thinks as Tommy wraps up the final knot 'and I don't blame him...'

"There, all done." Tommy comments stepping back to get a good look of his work. "you um..you look nice Phil."

Philza laughs lightly and says, "You too, mate. You too."

Techno and Wilbur shuffle down the stairs slowly. Their gaze catching the eyes of Tommy and Philza. It looked like they had been talking about something. A note was held tightly in Wilburs left hand, a guitar in the other.

"Whats that you got there?" Philza asks walking up to the two boys eyeing the paper in Wilburs hand.

Wilbur looks at techno first before looking at Philza. "Its nothing, just something I found in Y/N room. I'll speak about it when we get there."

Phil, giving techno a skeptical look, looks back at wilbur with a hesitant nod "Okay. Are you guys ready to go?"

They both nod. Wilbur giving a verbal answer while techno just stands there. Philz turns around to look at the boy cowering behind him. Picking at his hands he sets his sight on the floor.

"Yeah.." he starts feeling eyes on him "Im ready."

this wasn't going to be easy.

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𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗦𝗺𝗽 𝘅 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽! 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰!

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Warnings: This storys’ plot is centered around shifting! If you are against it then i suggest you not read it. Also talks about not liking the life the reader is living right now. This story is kind of a release of what im going through at the moment so i hope you enjoy!

!Mentions of bullying! (not proof-read)

Theres a loud noise that rings through the air as your arm is pushed up from under your chin. Your once closed eyes shot open when your chin hits the desk sending excruciating pain throughout your whole body. The kids in your class laugh at you as the teacher dismisses the class for the day.

Your eyes well up in tears as you rub your chin to smooth it out.

“Aw is the wittle bunny wabbit gonna cry?” A kid mocks you while you pack up the books littered across the vandalized desk with gum underneath.

“No” you mumble slinging the broken strapped backpack over your shoulder.

Before you could walk out the door your teacher stops you. “Mx. y/n, could I talk with you for a minute?” He stands with a stack of papers in his hands. Varying from different colors. A large "F" stamped at the top of the paper in a huge red circle.

Sighing, you grab a chair and place it infront of his wood desk. Throwing your backpack back down on the floor you slump in the plastic chair with a unamused look sketched on your face. This isn't anything new.

Tucking in his shirt he sits down lightly in the swivel chair with a cough. Every so often looking at you as he rearranges the files on his desk. Looking at you on last time he crosses his fist and leans forward faced at you with a serious look.

"From the look on your face I think you know why your here, am I correct?" He asks looking at every inch of your face, trying to read you.

"Yep, so teach lets save the pleasantries, I got a F blah blah blah, I need to stay after class on Friday to bring up the grade blah blah blah if I don't I fail blah blah blah, yeah I get it. Im not stupid" you grumble moving uncomfortably to try and get a better position. You avoid all eye contact with him. The sooner you get this over with the sooner you can leave this place.

Mr. WentWorth agrees with you nodding his head. "Yeah, exactly Y/N. You're not stupid. You're insanely smart which is why I was completely disappointed when the 5th test came out saying you got a F....again. Is this about the kids who hurt you?"

You ignore the last part and start to pick at the skin on your arm and finally look up at him "Look Mr. W, im trying my best. If you cant tell im not feeling school at the moment. Plus I'm already planning on dropping out so there's no point in trying anymore." You sit up straight as you put your backpack back on "This was a good talk, I enjoyed myself. Don't worry, I'll do the retake form. Get it in to you by Monday." You return the chair back to one of the desks and head to walk out the door.

"Y/N!-" He starts standing up to chase after you.

"Have a good weekend!" You cut him off rubbing the bruised spot on your chin.

𝗔𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆

𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗦𝗺𝗽 𝘅 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽! 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰!

Warnings: None

!Im not sure if 100% of this is correct, If you want to shift do not go by the directions that I write in the chapter, seek professional websites or amino to get information on how to shift!

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Enjoy!

Once you got home all you wanted to do was sleep. Sleep your life away but thats not going to slove any problems. You throw the beige colored backpack across the room and slam into your chair. The parents weren't home today seeing as they were on a business trip for the next week so your were alone.

Great.

Shrugging off your coat you twist the cap to your water bottle off and take a big gulp as you sign onto your desktop computer and log onto twitch.

A bar pops up.

FOLLOWED CHANNELS:

➢TubboLive

➢RanbooLive

➢Tommyinnit

➢Jagger_Swag

➢Earthtopoc

You grin and immediately join Tubbos stream. As the screen loads a ad for Coke pops up giving you time to be distracted and to pull out your journal. Reaching across the table you fish for a pen and pop the cap. Tubbos voice fills the air.

"Hi chat! How are you guys doing today!" He grins, waving both hands like a maniac but the sound of happiness in his voice is prominent. Your quick to drop everything to put 'Amazing!'.

He giggles and opens up the DreamSmp where he stands in Snowchester by the mansion. You continue doing what you were doing.

A couple of weeks ago you saw some people talking about 'shifting' on Tik Tok. It seemed instersting to say the least. You saw that it was like dreaming only it felt real. So, you decide to give it a try. Thats why at this moment you had a notebook and a pen writing your 'script'.

"At this point," you mumble "I'll take anything to get away from here."

The first thing you do is write your name and features. All things you remember the video said to do.

Name: Y/N Y/L

Age: (Y/A)

Birthday: (Y/BD)

Height:...-

oh-.. when was the last time you got measured?

'It doesn't feel like I've grown anymore since the last check-up' you think 'I'll just put I'm (Y/H)'

Tubbos laugher is soft in the background as you focus on filling out everything else. Not bothering to make it look fancy, you finish up the affirmations section and finish up. All you had to do was prepare to shift to the DreamSmp.

It was like a comfort place. Every-time you felt stressed you'd watch your streamers play as a way to feel relaxed.

"Haven't felt that in-ages" You retort ripping out the few pages and placing it under your pillow. You'd be trying the pillow method. As easy as it seems. Placing it under your pillow, visualize your DR, say affrimations and bam-your shifting to your DR. The problem is- you have to believe. Which isn't easy because you have a hard time believing.

"Guess I just gotta try harder" You stand up to stretch, limbs on fire after sitting for 4..- 4 hours?! You huff out a grunt while restlessly walking to your bathroom door. The knob cold in your hand. It wouldn't hurt to shower before going. Don't wanna meet them while smelling like trash and sweat.

20 minutes later you walk out smelling like a flower garden. Breath smelling like mint after debating with yourself if brushing your teeth would increase the chances of shifting. You didn't know but did it anyway.

Tubbos stream now off but the screen emitted Green, Black and Red colors. He must have raided Ranboo and your computer automatically decided to join the raid.

You laugh lightly "Nice." and opt for a large gray shirt with the words 'Orlando Florida' In fancy font and basketball shorts thats also a little too big.

You don't brother watching Ranboos streaming, closing out of it and turn the computer off.

'I feel like I just committed a crime' you sigh and close the bedroom door not bothering to make sure if the front door is locked.

It is. Plus if it wasn't its not like anybody would come in and rob you. You practically live in the safest neighborhood of (Y/S).

Sliding into bed, you reach over and feel for the lamps on/off button. After a minute of poking and prodding you find it and push down with a click. The only light source in the room now was the window which was half closed emitting car headlights and the Green,Yellow,Red light coming from the Traffic lights.

You lay on your back and breathe. The video said something about counting? 0-100 you recall. Reaching a hand behind you, you make sure that the script is under your pillow. Reaching back around you lay both arms and legs away from your body and count.

1..

2..

3..

4..

then you start the affirmations after you count to 50.

'Your halfway there Y/N...' A voice floats around in your head but you pay no mind. Why does it sound so Familiar? You continue counting.

51..

52..

53..

'You got this!' Another voice cheers and a wave of goosebumps fill your arms as you shiver. Although..no windows nor a breeze goes through your room.

"I will shift!" You cry and your body begins feel light weight. All of a sudden-

'Welcome Y/N,' A figure calls from the dark

'Welcome home'

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You can totally ignore if you want I get it if it's too weird or specific for you to write

Revenge (part 1.)

requested?: (yes read above)

Warnings: Mentions of blood, knives, death and a whole lotta angst. (a bit ooc)

 a/n: Non this was perfect! Dw about specific-ness or how ‘weird’ it is, that means you have a good imagination! Also being specific makes it easier for me to write! I hope you enjoy! I tried as best as I could^~*.

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You and Ranboo had been friends for ages. Ever since he first joined the smp. You always admired how truthful and kind he was. Spilling everything that happened to him in a instant, he trusted you so much that he even told you about everything that happened with Dream when no-one else knew. So the fact that he didn’t tell you that he killed for money hurt.In all honesty you could’ve helped him. But, it was very hypocritical of you. See, you had a secret of your own. You were a vampire. And no one knew.

You planned to keep it that way.

Everyone has been skeptical of how Ranboo got richer and richer every second. They honestly thought that he grinded for hours or worked in tradding materials but it was something different..something worse. You knew exactly what it was. At the dead of night he’d sneak out of his house, clad in Netherite armour and a sword shoved into his pant pocket like clock work. Theres was only one destination in mind. He’d set off to the community house.

Hovering over a tree, you floated in the air watching as ranboo quietly close the spruce door and hesitantly stepped down to avoid the creak of the step. He slings a bag over his shoulder that looks like it could crush anyone under 120 pounds.

‘Whats in the bag?’ you think eying it closely ‘wouldnt be a dead body, he wouldnt keep that in the house especially with Micheal in there.’

Ranboo stumbles here and there until he finally reaches the crafting table covered floor. Three guys stand infront of him. All varying in different heights.One carries a enchanted axe, the one on their right equpied with a bow while the other one is bare-handed. But…there was something else you noticed about their stance…

They were scared.

“Ranboo!” One called walking forward “So nice of you to finally join us.”

Ranboo scoffs walking towards the man but only to stop a little ways from them. He throws the bag on the floor gently. “You know its hard for me to sneak out of there.” He says bending down “Took me ages to put Micheal to bed.”

The guy laughs and shakes his head “I bet, childern are always stubborn. How is micheal now? 3? 4?” He watches as Ranboo opens the black bag slowly, eying it as if a monster is going to pop out and attack him and his goons.

Ranboo looks up at the man through his eyelash from the floor and lets out a laugh “How old my son is shouldnt be your business, punz” he sneers opening the bag a little wider.

Punz looks back to the guys behind him who were now taking off the hoods that layed upon their heads. The two figures behind punz was none other then AntForst and Bad. Its his turn to laugh “Shouldnt I know the things about my client?” to which ranboo huffs out a 'I’m not your client’ under his breath.

Standing up, ranboo towers over punz by a good amount making the boy in white peer up at the hybrid. “Yeah Yeah, whatever. Whats in the bag?” Looking away from ranboo,his gaze drops down to the bag on the floor. A purple-ish light floats from it making punz laugh in greed.

Ranboo huffs again as if hes done this a thousand times.

“He probably has” you mumble, you yourself trying to see what was in the bag without getting spotted.

“Everything you asked for,” He starts picking the bag up with ease “5 enchanted cross-bows, two stacks of arrows, half a stack of diamond blocks and 10 gapples.”

The men whoop and Punz goes to reach for the bag but his hand is slapped away by Ranboos freckled one.”No. This is not how the trade works, you know that. Dont get greedy. I dont sell to greedy people.”

Punz sighs and rolls his eyes but nonetheless takes out 10 blocks of netherite and 4 blocks of gold. “This what you wanted?” he asks making ranboo nod to conform. “Alright then on the count of 3 we had over our respected items and go our marry little way, alright?” Ranboo nods again. He can sense something- no. Someone lurking.

“Alright then 1,” Punz takes a step forward towards Ranboo and ant and bad do the same. Ranboo stays where hes at. “2,” Ranboo stays still once again but this time slowly reaches for something in his back pocket. The boys don’t notice but you do.

“Oh god ranboo please dont let that be what I think it is..” You gasp covering a hand over your mouth. From the your place up in the air you know take position on the ground barely visible behind a tree.

“3″ Ranboo pulls the sword that once was rested in his pocket and swings it into punzs’ stomatch. A bewildered look flashes across punzs’ face as he stares into Ranboos eyes. He grunts and falls forward but ranboo catches him before he can crash. While the knife is still in punzs’ stomach he lies him down getting his blood all over his hands.

Theres a scream couple feet in-front of Ranboo.

‘Crap,’ He panics looking up quickly and noticing the two men inching away from him ‘I forgot they were there!’

Ranboo slowly inches forward slowly to not cause any alarm. Ant speaks up for the first time in 30 minutes “Ranboo you dont want to do this...” He puts his hands up in defence. “Me and Bad can just move on! Forget about it! Just please...” his sentence trails off.

Ranboo twirls the knife in his hand. The blade soaked to the brim in blood. He shakes his head slowly...sadly. “I’m sorry but...I cant have any witnesses” with that he teleports infront of them and with one swift motions they take their place on the floor. Now, there are three bodies.

‘This is too much, whats going on? Whats...whats happening?’ You scream inside your mind. Thoughts running a mile a minute. This wasn't  the Ranboo you knew and loved. This wasn't him.

Your body moves before you think and now your standing behind Ranboo as his shoulders shake. It hard for you to look away from the blood. The smell is strong and the desire to eat is stronger. But, you have to focus on the point at hand...

“what the heck is going on?!” That got his attention. He head snaps backwards so hard you think he might've snapped his neck. Your voice didn't register in his head until he saw your crazed look, fear danced in your eyes as you look at the enderman dressed in black. You were bent forward slightly, both hands wrapped around your baby blue robe eying the sword that rest in his palm.

Tears sprout in his eyes as he trips over his words. “(Y-Y/N)?What are you doing here?” He tries to walk towards you stops when you take a step backwards.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Your voice wavers in disbelief. “Why? WHY?! Why didn't you tell me this was happening? I thought we tell each other everything!”

Ranboo whimpers and shakes “we do..we do..we do..” he cries “im sorry..im sorry im so sorry...”

You scoff and take the hand from your robe and place it on your cheek, eyes stuck to the ground. You cant bare to look him in the eye. “why..why are you sorry? hmph? Are you sorry for brutally MURDERING THEM AND THEN GETTING CAUGHT! AND FOR WHAT?! THEIR MONEY?!” Anger was now in place of fear. You looked up and looked straight into his eyes. Remorse is written all over his face.

this causes him to shake more. “no, im sorry for what im about to do..” in the blink of a eye he teleports behind you and places the cold, metal object to your neck. “I love you so much...remember that” and with a quick slash you join the bodies on the floor.

Thick tears fall from his eyes bound to make scars later. With one deep breath he says these finals words before the darkness fades in “There shall be no witnesses.. im sorry (y/n)”

is this what betrayal feels like?

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