The sounds of the metal under the hooded borrowerâs shoes echoed through the vents, excruciatingly loud normally, but in a deserted house like this it didnât matter. Dream smiled from behind his mask, using a hand to shield his eyes as he reached an outdoor exit for the air within the vents⌠a hole meticulously made in the grates. He would hook his hook around the grate lines, and begin to rappel himself down⌠and once he reached the bush, he would take berries from it with strong tugs to rip them out from their stems; It was a routine day, afterwards he would get some water from a leaky pipe and would patch it back up when he left from the attic.Â
Everything seemed normal, he had only been here for a week but it had been a great house so far. If only the last house I went to was half as peaceful⌠I hope that guy didnât mind that needle shot. He mused over his most recent past, balancing across a pipe in the attic to reach his base of operations. It was a simple place carved out of an old box, it wasnât much, but for now it was home.
Once he got inside he would place his bag down next to his âbooksâ which lay against a wall, and laid atop a piece of fluff he had stolen a few houses prior⌠they all blurred together so he couldnât quite remember which. He sighed, stroking his temple with two fingers, it was relaxing for sure but the adventure was always something he enjoyed. He supposed it could be worse though, that blue haired borrower from a few houses back (Or was it longer than a few?) was even more of a thrillseeker than he was, foolish even; Dream couldnât judge however, only hope his fellow borrower would be safe.
The base was an interesting place, to a human at least, to a borrower it was all very typical save for the âbooksâ. Dreamâs makeshift bean bag out of fluff was in the center, directly in front of it to the left in the corner laid a few pieces of paper, some of those papers being held together by a very thin needle. The papers were the âbooksâ mentioned earlier, inside laid some teachings in the borrowerâs written language on operations for the special Hook Dream had, as well as basic advice and even one of them being a journal he wrote in from time to time. In the opposite corner, to the right of the front of the bean bag were a few murals, sketches of a variety of people, a pink haired man in a crown, the blue haired borrower, another borrower with wings, and so on. The walls behind the bean bag, and farthest from the entrance, were mostly empty⌠save for a few tools to repair the hook in the event of a malfunction or damage being sustained, and a variety of needles to be used as weapons.Â
Dream sighed as he unequipped the hook for a moment, taking it off of his waist. It was truly a special thing, heck he probably wouldnât be alive right now without it. You see, the hook was an automated one that could be worn around his waist, all it took was a bit of control for where you wanted to throw it and the damn thing could hook onto just about anything with enough momentum, it could allow him to swing the length of an entire room, and when mixed with Dreamâs unique analytical vision, it was easy to gauge what he needed to do to get close enough to stab a Bean and get away fast without being caught.
His train of thought was interrupted though as his ears detected a familiar sound⌠the jingling of keys turning as the front door was opened.Â
That couldnât be right?Â
Almost growling, he got up, put his hook on, and ran out the front door of his box⌠leaping out and throwing the hook to a support beam in the attic, swooping down and swinging directly in between the bars of a vent grate and spiraling down, down, down before shooting the hook back up for it to lodge within the roof of the shaft and allow him to slow his fall to a soft thump of his makeshift shoes. From here, he would head to the living room with a nervous, yet excited expression overcame his face. Excitement at the prospect of being able to finetune his skills and battle with a bean, but also annoyed and nervous at the relaxation being taken away. He would be sure to readjust his mask, and heâd emerge out onto a shelf, overlooking the scene.
He made an oof sound as he dropped a box down onto the hard floor, using a hand to push his glasses up as he looked around the house. It wasnât much, but it would serve well. George had been saving up for a house for a while at this point, wanting somewhere more than an apartment for his streams and recordings.Â
This move had been a big change, but it was something he wanted, and it would bring him somewhere better to live in case his YouTube and Twitch career went up in flames so he could get a job. The next hour or so of his day would be spent carrying boxes from his car inside, thankfully the moving company had come so his bed should already be- His thoughts were cut off abruptly as he opened the bedroom door to find nothing there. He groaned slightly, and checked his phone only to discover theyâd been delayed⌠typical.
The next hour was spent trying to make a makeshift bed on the sofa the house came with; It definitely needed replacing, he couldnât even figure out what every stain was. George eventually just covered it all up with a sheet he had found in one of the boxes, and from there he would try to get everything out of the boxes he could⌠largely just his setup, decor, and his TV. He would grumble slightly and head outside with a pair of clippers. He didnât particularly feel like working for another hour to figure out how to set up the TV, so instead he would take care of some of the prickly fauna in the backyard.Â
George opened the backdoor, and took in the fresh air. It was a rather beautiful backyard despite the overgrown plants, but he would still keep some of them. But first things first, that prickly berry bush right up against the house would be the first to go. George took his clippers to the bush, he didnât want to get pricked by it anytime soon. When he leaned in to take the first snip however, an acorn conked him right on the forehead, and caused him to reel back with an audible âOw!â while he clutched his head. He looked all around.Â
How had the nut hit him?Â
The tree in the yard wasnât overhanging above him, and he hadnât heard any squirrels⌠he pondered over this for only a moment, before taking a step back towards the berry bush; And he immediately fell over into the bush with a rather high-pitched screech, his shoes had been tied together, and now he was covered in thorns!Â
âOw, ow ow ow!â He grunted as he practically leaped away from the bush and tenderly touched where they had pricked him on his arms. âUrgâŚâ He looked up briefly, feeling around his neck. As he did this, he saw a glimmer of something disappearing into an air vent.
Something clicked in his head. Was this perhaps⌠the doing of a borrower? Heâd heard a lot of stories about those little guys, nothing specific, and no one was sure if they really existed, but⌠No, it was crazy, he mustâve imagined it. But as he got up and headed back inside to extract some of the embedded thorns, he thought he heard something that sounded like laughter.
Special thanks to @i-am-beckyu for reviewing the fic beforehand! I was h^lla rusty at the time so it helped a ton! (There is an owo hidden somewhere in this fic courtesy of my Gf btw xd)
Also: This post is actually a double feature, almost immediately after I am posting a fic for a different fandom! :3 I know itâs not what yâall followed me for but itâs a new passion of mine x3 totally would recommend checking out Dannocaldrawings and Shorts Wars on YT in general tho if you donât know what they are or else that other fic will be confusing af.
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Yep, I'm not sure exactly when but I have two, you heard me, two g/t fanfics that are out of the oven and in need of touch up. :D
One, I just need to review someone's feedback on it (@i-am-beckyu <3)
and Two, I just need to receive someone's feedback to review it :D (@local-squishmallow <333)
The first will be our regularly scheduled program of an mcyt g/t fic, but the second will be something new! :3 There's even a hint somewhere on my account about it. Do not worry if the new fic happens to not be your thing, about something you know nothing of would totally recommend, or for whatever reason you don't vibe then that is A-OK x] tis why I am releasing these two at virtually the same time.
They will probably come sometime this week, hopefully before my birthday on the sixth. :3 Thank y'all for being a great community!
There's nothing like summer in the city is there? I've been feeling the writing itch grow inside, and I think I know how I want to quench it.
But first, I want to see if interest exists XD
You see, the truth is my TinyHunt AU (And really any AU on this blog) was shoddily planned, without nearly as much careful thought put into it.
So, after thinking about trying to plan things out better, I've come to an idea.
What if, I rebooted my favorite au? :3
Would anyone be interested in reliving the start of the Speedrunners journey through the lense of a borrower-?
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Tagging y'all because of my TinyHunt taglist btw xd
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 didnât 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 didnât need glasses, they were mainly for just looking good and helping his colorblindness. So he was still a bit upset when he didnât find them on his nightstand when he woke up in his new house. He had contemplated calling Sapnap but decided that heâd 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 didnât think that heâd ever encounter any. Not that he had any proof he did have one infesting his new house, but there wasnât 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 weekâŚ
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 didnât care that much, this Human was relatively foolish, and since Borrowers were common Knowledge to them, he didnât 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 TVâs, such as the man with powers like a Spider, or that one âanimeâ 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 wouldnât be leaving anytime soon, so he could annoy the human more than he normally would. âooooh Tiny?â George whispered attempting to sound menacing, but after seeing him talk to someone named âSapnapâ through the phone, it really didnât have the intended effect.
âI seeeee youuu!â Dream laughed at this, âYouâre a Liar!â He chuckled out. âoooh, so youâre up there Tiny?â 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 Georgeâs eyes.
âAHHHHH!â 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.
âNoooo!â He groaned as he saw that he had totally crushed them when he caught them. Just above he heard some chuckling. âIâll get you for that you little Nightmare!â 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.
âHeheheha!â 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, âDonât touch anything of mine Tiny, or else.â 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, heâs 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 hadnât 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.
âYou know I have a name right?â The Tiny asked one day after George was teasing him. âOh really, and what would that be?â The Tinyâs answer was quick and straight-to-the-point. âThe nameâs Dream.â 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.
âWell, Dream.â George enunciated, âI hope that you can Dream your way out of my house.â Dream didnât crack so much as a smile after that attempt at a pun, âYou must realize that I lived here first.â George took a second l. âWell yeah, but you are merely a pest that should be taken out.â Dream grimaced at this, and decided to leave, he didnât want to entertain this dude any longer.
The next dayâŚ
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 prankâs ensued. Flower pots and framed pictures were shattering left and right, both by Dream AND by George as he chased Dream throughout the home. âNot another one!â George shouted after he knocked over a pot trying to get at Dream, âCome back here!â 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, âGod damn it Dream!â 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. âI got your bed Dream!â 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. âDREAM. STOP!â 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 Georgeâs PC, he remembered his friend Skeppy doing this several times. Although Skeepy wasnât 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 Skeppyâs company at times, but Georgeâs rage when his PC short-circuited was absolutely hilarious. âNoooo! What the actual hell is wrong with you!â George interrogated the wall. George then went on to call someone name Phil, presumably to help with the PC.
On another occasion, Dream sat back and watched George watch a movie. The movie in question was Star Wars. Dream wasn't super invested until he saw some of the characters tie up a big mech and topple it over. He grinned mischievously underneath his mask as he concocted his plan.
Then a few hours later, he tied a long bit of rope around a book in the closet to lure George over there. Once George was in earshot, he pulled causing a loud thud to sound from the closet. "oooh Dreeaam? You in there?" He headed over to the closet. To which Dream leaped from a nearby picture frame and used his hook to wrap around the idiot's legs.
"Oh what the hell!?" George shouted as he tried to swat at Dream, rather unsuccessfully he might add. "Would you. Stop. Moving. For a second." He grunted out as Dream had tied his arms a bit too. Dream finally landed on his shoulder, "No, I don't think I will Gog's." Then he jumped off with the slightest push. "AHHH- oof." George went as he crashed through the partially open closet door. Knowing that George would be trapped for a decent while, Dream mustered up the strength to close the door for good measure.
"Oh, you are SO dead when I get out of here." He heard George declare angrily. "Sure I'll be, and the day that happens is the day I stop messing with you." Dream replied sarcastically as he retreated into the nearest vent before just bursting with euphoria.
A few hours later...
George had received a call from Sapnap at 12:23 AM, he was extremely pissed off at being woken up, especially after being trapped in the closet for a few hours, but went downstairs to open the door for him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see something yellow, (or was it green?) poking out just barely visible from behind a Photo on the bookshelf of George with Sapnap, Bad, and Badâs cat he had gotten recently not too long after the photo was taken.
âGeorge, whoâs at the door?â Dream asked knowing heâd been spotted. âJust a friend of mine whoâs moving in, not that itâs any of your business.â Dream was almost wheezing as a realization crept upon him. âYou mean to say, that you called BACKUP.â He started, âOn a little Borrower like me?â He finished laughing. âNo! It isnât like that!â George said turning a tiny bit red, âitâs totally like that! Well, Iâm excited to see them.â
George then proceeded to unlock the door and turn the knob, Dream knew that it was probably Sapnap who he had heard George talking to a number of times. âBring it on Sapitus Napitus.â He muttered as George pulled the door openâŚ
Wilbur was on his way to his fatherâs house, but he decided to stop at a park, so that his son could run around a bit.
But when he went to sit down on a bench, he noticed something peculiar. Next to him was a jacket, and it appeared to be, moving? He looked around, and apart from his son, there was only a tall man wearing a suit just running around. (Was there something in his hair? Nah probably not.)
So Wil picked up the jacket and checked out the pocket. He had vague notions that maybe a tiny mer had been dried out, but he hadnât actually expect for their to be one in there! He let out a small gasp as his hand wrapped around a small body, which turned out to be a small teen with blonde hair. He was shaking, Wilbur wouldnât be surprised if it was out of fear. âDonât worry little mer, youâre safe now.â But the fear disappeared, and was replaced with, anger?
âOi Bitch! You better fucking put me down or Iâll kill you!â The small blonde shouted up at the human, surprising him. âHey, calm down prick iâm trying to help you!â He set the tiny teen on the bench table, and just kinda stared at him. Both men seemed unsure of what to do next. âHow did you get here?â Wil broke the silence, âI mean, if someone took you from the ocean then they mustâve-â The blonde interrupted, âThe fuck do you mean ocean?â Now it was Wilburâs turn to be confused. âWhat, but, youâre a mer arenât you?â He asked.
âWhat the hell is a âMerâ?!â That was when the tall teen from earlier walked over, Wil could see his eyes widen as they reached for the small teen. Wilbur wasnât sure what came over him. Even though he had just met the teen, he felt an overwhelming sense, that he should protect him. He batted the tall manâs hand away cupped his own over the blonde, scooting him away from the man. âYou fuck off! You canât hurt them!â He yelled at the tall teen. âFucking get your hands off me bitch!â
Ranboo was getting ticked off. He was glad that Micheal was at Puffyâs, he didnât want the baby to see what he was about to do to this man if he hurt Tommy- But his thoughts were cut off by Tubbo, who was riding in his hair. It was a strange sensation for a small teen to slide down your forehead and stand on your nose like it was a slanted floor. âI BEG YOUR FUCKING PARDON BITCH!â Tubbo just started RIPPING into the man. And while Tubs was talking a bit too fast for the man to understand, he seemed to get the gist of what he was saying.
The man released Tommy, and after picking him up to see if he was okay, they left the park. The next day though, they realized that the man in question lived two houses down from them, so they assumed that heâd be a problem. But he wasnât. Because he actually came by their house and apologized. They were just sitting at the kitchen table having a nice breakfast when he knocked on the door. Ranboo told Tommy and Tubbo, naturally, to hide, before answering the door. He was surprised to see the man from yesterday, but was instantly on the defensive just in case he tried anything.
âHey, I just wanted to apologize about yesterday⌠I didnât realize that you were friends with the mer-â He cut himself off, like he had been hit by something in his jacket. âExcuse me, Borrower.â Ranbooâs eyes widened slightly, how did this guy know what Borrowers were? âMy names Wilbur,â he said, holding his hand out, âwhatâs yours?â Ranboo, still confused by the fact that he knew about Borrowers, shook his hand dumbfoundedly, âR-Ranboo, how do you know about Borrowers?â He asked him with a slight edge to his voice.
Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo peaked out behind the salt and pepper shakers they had hidden behind. They were curious too.
The man- Wilbur, let out a small smile. âWell, I donât know about Borrowers, my Girlfriend does though.â He finished, reaching his hand into his pocket and presenting a Female Borrower. âHey, you must be Ranboo, Iâm Sally.â
A few hours of talking laterâŚ
Wilbur and Tommy sat together at the kitchen table while the others chatted on the couch, theyâre backs to them. âAyup Big Man, sooo, mind sneaking me some cookies?â Tommy asked with a smirk and cheeky grin. Normally, Wilbur wouldâve refused. But, his chaotic energy appeared to be rubbing off on him. âAlright, letâs go get some.â He offered his hand to Tommy, who stepped onto it so trustfully. And while Wilbur and Sally had been together for almost a month now, it was still strange to feel the small living weight of a tiny person in his hand.
The two crept over to the kitchen, and snuck a few cookies from the jar. He placed a cookie onto the hand that Tommy was laying on, and ate the other for himself. Though, while he was munching on the cookie, âWilbur! You canât just eat their food unprompted!â Sally scolded him from a counter. Wilbur quickly hid Tommy in the cookie jar, so he wouldnât get in trouble as well. After Sally chewed him out, he smiled at the thought that the Borrower was probably gorging themselves in there. After a few goodbyes, they left the home. But Wil made sure that the lid to the jar was slightly off, so Tommy could get out without help.
Tommy crawled out of the cookie jar a little bit later, heh, while that human was initially a bitch, he was great about giving Tommy his treats. He went to Ranbooâs room, and climbed the chest of the slumbering human. He spotted Tubbo resting on Ranbooâs hair, and scoffed lightly at the little bee boi. He curled up into a ball on the humanâs chest, and thought about when he would next see the human. He did wonder vaguely where the humans next door in between their houses were, but that was a problem for another day.
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âWell everyone, this is it!â Ranboo wasnât sure who he was proclaiming this too, as he only had the toddler that he had adopted last year with him. He sighed, he wished he had friends. He could only hope that whoever would be moving in next door would also have a toddler so Michael also didnât feel lonely. He quickly unpacked the car and room Micheal into their furnished home. he was glad that the moving company had already furnished the house. Once he unloaded all of his stuff into his room, and Michaelâs stuff into his room. He decided to relax on the couch.
That was when he saw two tinies walk by on the counter. He had seen them through the reflection of the TV. Tiny peopleâs existence was nearly common knowledge at this point, but Ranboo didnât know anything about them except for the fact that they looked like small people, and that most people thought that they werenât intelligent. Or at least, no one had ever heard them communicate. So either they could speak or Ranboo was going insane, as he could very clearly hear them talking behind him.
âTommy, this isnât a good idea!â The one in a green buttoned shirt spoke tot eh one in red and white. âCâmon Tubs, we need to know more about this bitch if weâre gonna be robbin him.â âTubsâ looked annoyed at that. âThatâs not what itâs called!â He scolded. âWell itâs basically the same innit?â Tubs glared at him, âNo, Tommy itâs completely different.â He started ranting in the difference between borrowing and stealing. âUrg, shut up you absolute prick, letâs just get some food or something.â âAwww, he has a baby!â âTubbo not so loud!â âOh, youâre telling me about being loud?â
They kept on bickering there for quite a bit, and Ranboo could barely contain his laughter. âHeheh.â He finally let out. In the reflection he saw Tubbo and Tommy snap their heads over to him in fear. âD-do you think he heard us?â âNo way this bitch heard us, weâre the stealthiest motherfuckers around!â âWell not if you keep doing that!â Eventually the tinies went back into a hole in the wall that Ranboo hadnât seen before. Ranboo thought about how lucky those two idiots were that they had chosen his house. He was fairly confident that no one else wouldâve allowed for them to continue living here.
After this he made sure to leave food in wash to reach places, and keep his favorite ones in harder to reach areas. He kept on eavesdropping on those two, they seemed like they were always together. They bickered and bickered, and Ranboo had to stop himself from commenting on them. âTubbo, this was such a great fucking house man, this bitchiot keeps on making this too easy.â âI dunno, I donât trust it.â âCâmon Bee Boy! Just enjoy the thing!â They kept on like this for a few weeks. Eventually someone moved into the house to their left, and Ranboo was getting annoyed.
âUgg, that guy over there keeps screeching, what is he, a banshee?â He wasnât sure why, but he took to talking to Michael whenever he any thoughts he wished to speak aloud. This thought was also shared by the tinies as well. âWOULD THAT FUCKING BITCH SHUT THE FUCK UP!â âTommy! Quiet!â âSorry, sorry, it was t that loud though, and his human ears couldnât pick it up I donât think.â âSo?! That doesnât mean you should start screeching like those guys next to this house.â Ranboo really wished they could talk, but he knew that theyâd probably be scared sh*tless if he did.
Things continued, and a second person came to live with the first person. Ranboo actually saw them through the window in the front whilst cradling Micheal. He saw that his other new neighbor had a white bandana, and a white shirt with a flame in the middle before he entered the house.
And promptly another screech occurred in the house soon after. He sighed. He saw again in the reflection of the TV that Tommy and Tubbo had seen the new human too. âAnother one?â Tubbo said exasperated. âDonât worry about it, Iâm sure this new guy wonât be a bitch boy like the one with glasses.â (They had eventually seen the one who screeches one day through a window.)
âWHY WERE YOU JUST STANDING THERE!?â They heard from the house, they did catch a few more things after that though the walls, âWell itâs not my faultâŚâ that was the last thing they heard. âFucking hell, both of them sound like screechersâŚâ Tommy commented. âYeah, youâre rightâŚâ Ranboo muttered under his breath in response.
Then stopped himself from continuing as he saw the two of them snap their heads in his direction in terror. Ranboo fixed his mistake quickly. âUh, thatâs right Micheal! You shouldnât do what those guys do!â He disguised it as a lesson to Micheal. Tommy snickered, âThis bitch sounds so ridiculous doing baby talk.â âLetâs go Tom.â They took a cookie that Ranboo had left on the counter and and went back to the wall.
He sighed in relief, and took Micheal to feed him his bottle. They heard more screeched happen through the next few days, and witnessed another guy in a hood come to stay with the other two guys. He also had a cute kitty. Things stayed the same, until a few days later when he heard Tommy and Tubbo scream. Ranboo had let Micheal start roaming about the house as he did know how to walk. The sounds came from the way Micheal had wandered off. âOh god.â Ranboo muttered as he rushed over there.
âLet go of the Bee Boy!â He saw Tommy shout at Micheal as he clutched Tubbo in his smol hand examining him in awe. Tubbo was whimpering and struggled with everything he had, which wasnât a lot. âNo no no, Michael. You do not grab Tubbo.â Ranboo tried to keep his voice calm but there was a bit of shake in it. He then pricked up Micheal cradling him and coaxing him into letting go of Tubbo. Ranboo picked up the tiny man and placed him onto the counter next to Tommy who was looking extremely confused. Tubbo took a few shaky steps back from Ranbooâs hand as he set him down.
âYou get the fuck away from us, Bitch Iâll kill you!â Tommy shouted with anger, but not without traces of fear and a distinct shake. Ranboo probably wouldâve laughed at Tommy waving around the needle in his hand under different circumstances. âHey, itâs okay Tommy,â he started completely forgetting that he wasnât supposed to know their names. Tommyâs eyes widened, âHow the fuck do you know my and Tubs names, bitch!?â He added at the end. Ranboo held up his hands in a attempt to show he wasnât a threat, but it only made the tinies back away from him even more.
âHey, hey, calm down. Iâll explain everything.â After that Ranboo explained that he knew they were in his house since the beginning. He told them about how he had seen them through the reflection and heard them talking several times. At the end of his explanation Tubbo smacked the back of Tommyâs head, âYou dick man! Itâs your fault that he found out!â âThe fuck you mean you prick itâs not just my fault! He told use he heard both, both of us bitch boy!â They bickered a bit after that. Ranboo just has to interject, âLetâs stop bickering now, my name is Ranboo.â
Both of their tiny head turned to him, Tubbo was the first to comment. âRanboo, thatâs a bit of a weird name.â âYour name is literally Tubbo.â Ranboo responded. âRanboob has a point there.â Tommy snickered. After that they spent a decent amount of time talking. It didnât take long for them to get comfortable with Ranboo.
Then one day Ranboo offered to show them the backyard. âI dunno about this Ranbus.â Tubbo warned Ranboo. âLast time me and Tom were outside he attempted to ride a bird.â âAnd Iâll fucking do it again if you keep bringing it up!â Came the muffled voice of Tommy as he was inside a crisp bag gorging himself.
Ranboo chuckled at the two, they were honestly pretty cute when they bickered. âItâll be fine Tubbo, you got me to keep you safe.â His voice softened, âYou know, I could just carry you two there.â Tubbo looked up at his friend. They had discussed this idea many a time, Tommy was up for it, but Tubbo still was skeptical. He looked as if he were gonna refuse again, Ranboo was mid sigh when a Tubbo finally said âOk, weâll do it.â
Tubbo, while he was deathly afraid of being picked up, literally couldnât feel fear when he saw Ranbooâs face light up like a light bulb. He didnât have the heart to tell him that it was mostly Tommy who convinced him to do so. Tommyâs exact words were, âTubbo, you let us ride in that bitchâs hand, or Iâll throw out your bee plushie I sewed for your birthday last year.â After getting Tommy out of the crisp bag, Ranboo placed his hand on the table palm first. He waited and nonchalantly looked around the room without staring at the two tinies on the ground.
Eventually he felt one pair of tiny feet clamber into his hand, and felt someone sit down. âCâmon Tubs.â Tommy called, and wordlessly, the second pair walked on too. âWoah.â Tubbo gasped as Ranboo felt as if he was unbalancing, but righted themselves. âThanks Tom.â âNo problem Bee Boy.â
Ranboo then asked if he could lift his hand and take them outside. âYep! Take us away Boob boi!â Tommy shouted up at him patting his palm. Ranboo lifted his hand slowly and heard Tubbo gasp again, he walked over to the door as carefully as he could. In his Pam he felt one of them trace the lines of his palm, he opened the door with his other hand and they stepped outside.
After looking around the backyard, he set them down on a small table he had on the porch, while he sat down in a chair that he pulled next to the table. They just kinda stayed there like that, occasionally theyâd talk, but they mostly just stared off into nature. Ranboo thought about what plants he should plant at the back.
Tubbo thought about how amazing the bees were that he could see near the flowers.
And Tommy thought about the smoke that he saw rising from their next door neighbors backyard. âWhat the fuck is that?â
Ranboo looked down at Tommy, and then looked in the direction the tiny pointed in and saw the smoke too. âOh, itâs probably a barbecue.â âAnd whatâs a barbecue?â Tubbo asked still staring at the bees. âItâs where you go outside and cook food, usually other people are there too who- itâs basically a social gathering.â He stammered out. âCool.â Tubbo replied. âWait, so can you go over there and tell them to shut the fuck up so that we can sleep?â Tommy asked, Ranboo thought about it, and decided that it was disturbing to Micheal, so he agreed.
After a bit longer he took the tinies back inside, fed Micheal who was in his crib, and headed over to their neighbors. It wasnât a far walk. He reached their door and knockedâŚ
Tw: angst, torment, swearing, vague abuse of a certain cat, threats, and Muffiny. WC: 5K-ish
âShhhhh, donât worry Ant, itâs okay!â Bad reassured his cat Antfrost. Bad had received a call a few hours ago from his son Sapnap who had left a few days ago to live on his own with his friend George. Apparently, they were being tormented by a borrower, most humans werenât aware of what they were actually called, but Skeppy had told Bad when they became friends.
Yes, Bad was a friend of a borrower, who was heading out to capture a borrower. Thankfully, Bad thinks he might know who this one is. After he received the call and had asked Sap what the borrower (Bad had called them âtiniesâ on the call) looked like and ran the description by Skeppy. Skeppy told him that the borrower sounded like his friend Dream, who was similar to how he was back before he and Bad started living together.
However, Bad couldnât let on that he was sympathetic for borrowers. Although he was a bit annoyed at Skeppy when he laughed at hearing that Badâs sonâs hair was set on fire. âClassic Dr-r-eam!â He was stuttering through his laughs. But Bad was pulling up into the Driveway of Sap and Georgeâs house. He got out of the car holding Ant, he went around back and grabbed his suitcase. Once he rolled it over to the front door, he knocked a light quick knock.
It took a second, but Sapnap finally answered the door, Bad looked at him and audibly gasped, his hair was singed. But regardless Bad embraced him, and looked over his shoulder. Inside he spotted George on the last step of stairs looking a bit awkward, he saw a shelf to his left, and a couch to the far left. On the right he spotted the kitchen. But on the shelf he saw a hint of green and orange. Bad instantly knew that it was probably Dream.
Dream was wondering why Bad looked like he knew who he was. It was bewildering to see someone recognize him, no human knew who he was. (Except for George and Sap of course) So he was intrigued. Callahan tugged on his shoulder, Dream turned to see new writing on paper, âWe should go now.â Dream shook his head, âNo, you go back into the vents, Iâll keep an eye on this new guy.â Callahan drooped for a moment. (Dream couldnât see if he was frowning or not, his reindeer onesie covered his mouth.)
So Callahan retreated into the vents, but Dream stayed behind. Bad was talking to them about their living arrangements and was sad to hear that the other rooms available were all small (for a human anywayâŚ) This fact only made Dream smile, he still believed a decent amount into The Arctic Academy motto, âTo put the humanâs in their place, we must stab âem in the face.â It wasnât the most clever motto, but it got the point across.
Sapnapâs dad ended up living in the room next to Georgeâs, Antfrost got to sleep in the empty room that George hadnât furnished yet. Thankfully Bad had a decent amount of things to fill the void, including a fairly large cat tree. âHere you go Ant! Go run free!â Bad let Antfrost get acquainted with the house by dropping them off in their main room. Bad looked to the left, âWoah George, you have an outdoor patio/ balcony?â âYeah, there isnât anything out there yet though.â
Bad hummed in approval, and went to the backyard downstairs. âSo, what have you done with this place?â George squinted, which was when Bad noticed that his glasses were cracked down the middle. âNot much, Iâve mostly been preoccupied with the Tiny in my house, he calls himself âDreamâ.â George seemed to think for a moment, âActually, itâs been a bit since Iâve last heard from himâŚâ
Dream was still contemplating what his next move would be, he heard later on that Bad was planning on having a barbecue to make George and Sap feel better, and he sent Sap to go and get groceries. This was a good opportunity to introduce Bad to what he could do. He slid down the vents to the backyard, and got out. George was out here setting up a grill that Bad had brought from his own home. He looked around from the porch, thankfully George hadnât noticed him yet. Bad meanwhile was inside talking to the wall, presumably trying to trick Dream into coming out, little did he know that Dream was outside.
Regrettably there wasnât much that Dream could use to disrupt George, but he did see a spade. Heh, it wasnât much, but it would do itâs job. He attached his hook to the Spade, and swung it around over his head. Heâs always been thankful for the training that Techno and Purpled put him through, it made him incredibly strong. Once he had built up enough momentum he let the Spade go by releasing the hook and launched it at the grill, damaging it, to add insult to injury, it ricocheted and hit George in the knee.
âOwwww!â George grimaced after the Spade collided with his knee, he looked in the direction that the Spade had come from and saw just who he expected, âDream!â He he quickly grabbed a stick ready to beat him up, that was when Bad came outside. âGeorge what happened?â George needed to warn Bad, âBad! Watch out!â He pointed in the direction where Dream was. But Dream had already swung around Bad, âHey Bad! Nice to meet you!â He swung straight onto Badâs face underneath the hood and held onto his nose. âOh you have glasses! Here we love glasses!â He swung away again before Bad could react and took Badâs glasses with him.
âAy! You Muffinhead give those back!â Bad tried to get the glasses back from the swinging Dream but couldnât reach, meanwhile the borrower was laughing from the top of the porch. ââMuffin Head? What even is that?â âItâs what you are!â The little muffin smirked up there. âBad! Get the b*tch!â âHey LANGUAGE!â âNowâs not the time for language!â Bad frowned at George, âThere is always time for no swearing!â âWhatever, just get him!â Bad thought of what his approach should be. âHey Dream, if you come down Iâll, uh, bake you some muffins?â Dream just laughed again. âYou wonât be able to trick me that easily.â
"But, it's not a trick..." Bad replied awkwardly. Dream wouldn't be fooled though, "Welp, I'll see you two 'MuffinHeads', later!" He retreated into a second-floor vent. After returning to their Home Base above the living room, Dream discovered that Callahan was cooking up a soup. Now, the old Dream would've called this behavior 'reckless' and 'dangerous'. But after The Arctic Academy, and the discovery of Borrowers, it was pretty exciting. "Callahan, that smells delicious, what'd you make?" Callahan held up a sign asking him if he had any injuries, Dream shook his head and repeated the question.
Callahan didn't want to upset Dream, but the truth was that Badboyhalo had given Callahan the ingredients to make this. Yes, he knew that Dream was set on tormenting the humans, for⌠some reason. But it wasnât Callahanâs fault, Bad was really nice. Bad chatted at him through the wall for a bit, and while Callahan didnât respond, Bad kept talking. Eventually Callahan step outside of the wall and used his sign to write a message that he was a mute. Bad completely understood and talked with him. It was, a nice change of pace. It made him think back to the last human heâd revealed himself too.
âSo, whatâs Dreamâs deal?â Bad asked after a bit, âWhat do you mean?â Callahan wrote. âWell, heâs really been tormenting my son and his friendâŚâ Callahan took a moment to think after that, eventually he wrote: âI think he just has fun doing it, especially because of their reactions.â Bad nodded in understanding. âYeah I know. I have a friend whoâs a borrower who was just like that.â Callahanâs eyes widened, âYeah, he was a bit of a memer.â
After that they heard George scream outside. âI assume thatâs your muffiny friend, right?â Callahan nodded staring down into the face beneath the hood. (Freckles with glasses. Short hair.) âWell, Iâll go and try to negotiate with him, see you around Callahan.â Bad waved bye and left to go and confront Dream. It didnât seem to work though as Dream recounted what he did this time. Callahan thought of asking him why he thought it was important to fight the humans, but thought better of it. âOh you shouldâve seen me Callahan, it was amazing.â Dreamâs voice brought Callahan back to the present.
Callahan wrote on a paper asking Dream what his next idea was. Dream thought long and hard about what it should be as Callahan finished the delectable soup and passed a bowl to Dream. âI think that Iâll try to tie them up and lock âem in a closet, like I did to George a little while ago. Maybe I could even go with them when they travel and get them thrown out of somewhere.â Dream cackled. Callahan did think it was a bit much, but he was intrigued about how these things could go. Before they went to bed, Callahan gave Dream a reminder that while he could heal Dream, he couldnât bring him back from the dead.
Dream just nodded sleepily, and hit the sack. Callahan could only hope he wouldnât put himself into even more dangerâŚ
The next dayâŚ
âSapnap! How could you forget the meat you muffin head!â Bad berated his son after checking over the groceries that Sap had brought home from the store. Sap tried to chime in, âNo you know what Sap? Letâs all go to the Grocery store together.â George wanted to argue against that, âBut Bad, what if he trashes the house? Bad nodded in his direction, âDonât worry George, we have a cute kitty cat! Weâll be fine.â
Of course, Bad didnât know that as he was speaking, Antfrost was being tied up by Dream. The tiny person made a noise at Antfrost, but as he was a cat, he failed to understand. This was not the first time that he wished he understood English. While Skeppy was nice, this little person was mean. âMeow!â Ant yowled as he was strung up in the closet. Meanwhile the tiny man let out something akin to a laugh. But Ant could only frown at him as he closed the closet door.
Dream laughed after closing the door on the kitty. Normally animals were harder to defeat in battle, but Antfrost was extremely easy to defeat. Dream quickly swung around the outside of the house to Badâs red car and snuck inside through a crack in the roof. He hid in a hole under the seats of the Car. He could hear the humans taking muffled. âI call Shotgun!â âSapnap no, I want the front!â âNow calm down you two muffin heads, both of you go in the back.â The car doors opened. Dream tensed just a bit, he wouldnât be able to maneuver in this small space that much, and he couldnât distract Bad.
Although heâs never admit, he came to enjoy the humans company and speech. If he didnât hate their entire species, maybe, they could be⌠never mind. He just didnât want them to die yet, that was all, if he did feel anything other than hatred for their kind, he didnât want to know that his mates would say. After approximately 20 minutes, the car rolled to a stop. âOkay, George I need you to go get some meat to cook. Sapnap, I need you to get some drinks that we can have. And I will get some baking supplies for muffins.â Bad ordered, âDo we got that?â George raised his hand.
âYes George.â âWhy are we going through all this work to have a barbecue for ourselves?â Bad sighed, âBecause you muffin, maybe our neighbors might see the smoke and want to join in our barbecue.â âOooooh, that makes sense.â Then the three of them set out to get the stuff. Now Dream had to decide which one heâd go after first. He looked over his three options, and smiled in the direction of George.
He swung about the top of the shelfâs and aisles watching George for the perfect moment. He ended up chilling above the containers with the meat on a light fixture that George was perusing. He chuckled just a little, but it was enough for George to turn around and spot him to the right. George glared at him, but didnât say anything. Dream saw that their was a woman with their back to George, and George was facing in their direction and was pretty close.
What happened next isnât really that good to describe, but letâs just say the hook grabbed onto something which resulted in the woman turning around and back-handing George. âOw! That wasnât me, it was that tiny up there!â He pointed at Dream to which the Lady turned around, but Dream was already gone. After the lady beat George with her purse and got him kicked out, Dream went to find Bad. It didnât take that long to find him, after all, it doesnât take a genius like Dream to know that Badboyhalo was in the bakery area of the store, more specifically with the muffin supplies.
âAlrighty then, which is the best muffin recipe to use?â He scanned the many boxes of muffin mixes to determine which would the most delicious to bake. He had perfected the art of baking Muffins, the craft of them. He hoped to one day teach it to Skeppy, if he ever stopped messing about trolling him. But at least Skeppy had boundaries! Unlike Dream, who didnât have any from the looks. Skeppy had briefly explained over the phone, (He had a hard time using the phone Bad got him, but he managed.) that his specific group of borrowers had a deep hatred for humans and would like to âput them in their placeâ. Bad, although he was sympathetic for their kind, couldnât imagine how they would pull that off. He could only hope they wouldnât hurt themselves too much.
That was when he noticed Dream in the corner of his eye. That little Muffin Head followed them! That was when he also received a phone call from George that Dream had gotten him thrown out of the store. Bad reassured him that heâd get the meat himself. He started openly talking to Dream, but he tried to be subtle about it. âHmmm, I wish I knew what type of muffin Dream would most like to eatâŚâ He continued to say things of this nature in the hopes that Dream would attempt to communicate. Granted, he already knew which Muffin Dream would most like.
âOh yeah, Dream likes Chocolate ChipsâŚâ Callahan had said when Bad asked him. (Well, he actually wrote⌠ok, I think you get it by now) âWell, guess Iâll just get these chocolate chip ones, theyâre pretty good.â He then kept a close eye on Dream to make sure no Muffiny occurred. He just had to hope he could avoid whatever Dream might do while he left to go get some beef. He perused the aisle and waited for whatever Dream might do, eventually settling on burger meat and grabbing some bacon as well.
Dream followed Bad, he wondered why on earth Bad would try to be⌠nice to him. Eventually he came to the only logical conclusion. Bad was trying to poison him. I mean, it made sense right? Like why on earth would Bad want to be friends with a borrower when they were only viewed as pests? Dream rolled these thoughts around in his head and steeled himself to the anger he should feel for their kind. Meanwhile Bad was selecting the meat to make and âwondering which one Dream would like best.â He went up to one of the higher up shelves and started stringing it up.
Once he got all the strings attached and winding around all of the cans that were up here, all he had to do was pull it. He actually had to cover his ears from the clanging and clattering that landed on Badboyhaloâs head. âAuhhhh!â Bad yelped as the cans domed him several times over. An employee did rush over to help him, meanwhile Dream cackled and decided that now would be a good time to go harass Sapnap. He swung around searching, struggling to recall where Sapnap went. Eventually he caught sight of his white bandanna in the cold area with the drinks.
Sapnap was perusing the drinks, trying to figure out which one the two of his friends would most enjoy. He eventually settled on getting a variety. (After all, if other people from the neighborhood would come they might like different things.) He grabbed the Coke, the Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, you know, the works. He, hesitated for some reason on picking up the Big Red. It felt, a bit strange like he was compelled to pick it up.
So he grabbed it and added it to his cart. That was when he spotted that little muffin, b*tch, he means b*tch! Dream up on the rafters. âHey!â He shouted up at him, and the people in the aisle looked at him strangely. But he didnât care, he just threw the Big Red bottle at Dream. And he missed, and somehow it opened and sprayed everywhere.
âAURGG!â He shouted as he got drenched. Then security came by, âHey! Let go of me!â He struggled against the Security Guards, âSorry sir, but youâve caused a disturbance and spilled Big Red all over the place.â The Security Guards informed him as they carried him to the front door. âNo, wait! Thereâs a Tiny up there!â He pointed up the rafters, but Dream was already gone.
âYeah sure buddy, this store is Tiny free, now please, get out.â Sapnap continued protesting as they essentially threw him out of the store. Dream just couldnât stop laughing and thought he might piss himself. He did eventually get back to his senses and snuck back to the car, and rode back home with an upset George, angry Sapnap, and an extremely irritated Bad. âYou two absolute Muffins!â
Bad started berating them like children, âHow did Dream manage to get both of you thrown out of the store!?â Sapnap shouted back âI donât know okay! All I do know is that that green b*tch, (âLanguage!â) is probably in this car with us!â George started looking all over the car in pure paranoia. âY-you guys donât th-think heâd try to crash the car, right?â
Dream knew he wouldnât do that, it wouldnât be very fun, and although technically speaking killing them would help complete his mission, enslaving then would be the best way to go. After tormenting them a bit. Bad and Sapnap blanched for a moment, before Sapnap shook his head, âNo, I donât think he will, not as long as weâre still fun for him to mess with.â Well, he isnât wrong. So once they got home and Bad fretted around with Antfrost after finding him tied up, Dream went and chilled on the roof.
He thought that getting an idea of who the neighbors were would be helpful if any of them decide to come for the barbecue. To the left of the house he spied a single Dad who was rather tall with a pink-haired toddler, okay, shouldnât be too hard to mess with if Dream wants too. To the right of the house is a new family that just moved in, he spied a brown haired with a beanie unloading band equipment. Alongside that he spotted a child racing through the house with a woman who had vibrant red and a nice ocean-y dress. Ok, coolio. That was when he realized that it was time for the barbecue.
Bad had set up the grill and had already got Sapnap to make burgers, meanwhile he was inside baking muffins. Dream spied the tall single dad noticing the smoke and coming over with his toddler. Dream grimaced, it would be difficult to do a prank to everyone, especially when he saw the family of three also coming to check the barbecue out. Dream decided that heâd probably be better off just observing the celebration and settled to go hang with Callahan for a bit, maybe explore the other houses as well. He hear the door knock, âIâll get it George yelled at Bad as he went to open the door, and lo and behold, it was the single tall dad, Dream really needed a better name for him.
âHello neighbor, whatâs your name?â George asked the new guy, âOh, Iâm Ranboo.â âCool.â They both stared at each other awkwardly. âSo can I come in?â âYeah sure.â âThis is Micheal by the way.â Ranboo gestured toward the child he held in his arms. They went to sit in the couch together and engage ins some small talk while Sap cooked. âSooo, umm, wh-why has this house been pretty loud, ahem, recently?â Oh, so this was a noise complaint, itâs reasonable to assume that the neighbors would be upset with the noise these guys make as Dream torments them. The door was knocked on again, this time though, Bad answered as he just put the Muffins in the oven.
âHello neighbors! Come on in! Ah, I see you have a young muffin!â Bad gestured for the family of three to come inside, for some reason though there was some water on her arms. âOh, youâre wet, here let me get you a towe-â âNo.â The two adults said. âItâs fine,â the one in the yellow shirt continued, âShe likes being wet.â âOkayâŚâ Bad responded confused. âSo what are you guys cooking?â The red head changed the subject. Dream was getting bored though, so he decided to head over to Ranbooâs house to see what was going on over there. He headed up to the roof and swung over and into the house via a crack. He roamed about the house until he was confronted by a voice.
âOi Bitch! What are ya doin!â âTommy shut up!â âYou shut up Tubbo this guys got a cool ass looking hook!â Dream swung into the kitchen counter which is where these two borrowers were. It was obvious immediately that these two had not attended The Arctic Academy. âHello Tommy and Tubbo,â he said awkwardly taking their names from what they just said. âAyup Prick, how do ya know our names!?â The blonde one, Tommy asked him. Dream just stared at him until it clicked, or more specifically the brown haired Tubbo made it click. âOh right.â Tommy said after Tubbo reminded him that they had just yelled each others names out. These two idiots bickered a bit more while Dream stared around the room, seeing outside the window that a woman was knocking on the door to his house. Dream took notice of her brown hair and pink eyes, that were almost glowing.
She had a white shirt that was tucked into a black skirt and a necklace with a purple, almost pink, jewel at the end of it. Interesting. That was when he realized that Tommy was still talking to him. âHellooo bitch, are you there!â Dream shook himself, refocusing on these two. âYeah, Iâm here and my name is Dream, not Bitch.â âSure whatever you say,â he turns back to Tubbo, âHe sounds like the kind of guy who just goes mimimimimi, you know?â He loudly whispered to Tubbo. Dream just scowled at the two of them. âI donât have time for this.â He leaves them with that to go get some food. âHey! Wait a minute! At least let us show you to Ranboo!â Ranboo! Weâre these two traitors or something!? Willing to give up their own kind for survival, disgusting.
Dream turns back drawing his needle and points it directly at Tommyâs throat. âWhat did you say, Tommy?â He asks almost in a whisper. Tommy seems utterly stunned, until he responds. âGet that fucking needle out of my face, Ranboo is a friend of mine who is kind to borrowers, so calm down if you think you know who Iâm talking about-â Dream cuts him off. âFriend? Did you really just say that? I am part of The Borrower Rebellion, and if you honestly think that humans could be our friends than there is something seriously wrong going on here.â He extends his hand to Tommy, âWhatever this Ranboo has done to you, I will take you away from here and protect you.â Tommy took a step back. âWhat the fuck are you talking about, me an Ranboo are friends, heâs been taking care of me and Tubs, no way is he a bad guy.
Dream grimaced, he was more brainwashed than he thought. âWell if your gonna be living with this human and being their plaything, than be my guest,â Dream informed him, âBut you better be ready Tommy, because theirs a storm coming, and humans like Ranboo will be put where they belong.â Dream swung away with as much flare as he could to prove his point. He was still pissed off, but decided to not let it get to him too much. He just had to hood that those two were saveable from their mindset, and that theyâd still be alive once the rebellion starts making some actual headway. He really should go back to The Academy to find out exactly what their current plan was and how he could help.
He got to the backyard of George and Sapnapâs home and watched from a tree as the festivities continued. He couldâve sworn that he saw something hiding by a gutter, but when he looked again there was nothing, mustâve been a trick of the light. He thought about what he could possibly do to prank these humans today, he remembered that Callahan informed him that there was a special type of leaf that could give any creature horrible indigestion, and that there was a few in the backyard hanging from the tree. Grinning mischievously, he pulled a few off and swung just over the grill in some hanging lights. He spied where the lettuce would be and swiftly replaced a load of it with the leaves.
Sapnap prepared the burgers, the fool not realizing that the leaves he was using wasnât lettuce. Everybody got their burgers and sat at Picnic tables, Kayla, (Dream had heard her name whilst spying,) had chosen Big Red, Wil had chosen a Diet Coke, and everyone else had either a Pepsi or regular Coke. Dream thought he saw Kayla listen to something, but he couldnât see what she appeared to be listening too. She started looking up and around the place as if she was looking for something. Or someone. How could she know though? Eventually everyone had started eating and were excusing themselves either home or to the bathroom. George, Sap, and Bad all looked confused and in a bit of pain presumably from the indigestion.
Bad spied Dream as the little green muffin was laughing his butt off from a tree in the backyard. âGuys! Look up there! The little green potato did this!â George and Sap were understandably very upset at this, but Bad tried to calm the two down. (Man itâs like they never changedâŚ) âHey Dreeeaam?â Bad called up to him, âI have something for you, Dream!â Bad presented the Muffin that he made especially for Dream. It was green with chocolate chips. Dream looked at it questioningly, âWhat? Is that meant to represent what youâll do to me when you catch me? Because if so than thatâs creative Iâll admit but a rather stupid sentiment on your part for believing youâll catch me.â Now it was Badâs turn to be confused, âWait, Dream this isnât a trick! I want to just bury the hatchet!â âYea, right into his backâŚâ George whispered.
Dream laughed, while Bad scowled at George. âYouâll never be able to trick me Muffin man, and whoever Sapnapâs calling on the phone wonât get me either!â Bad turned his back on Dream and saw Sapnap in the phone with someone. âSapnap, who are you calling!?â Bad realized that itâd be a good idea to absolutely make sure that these two ragamuffins wouldnât kill Dream so that he could negotiate, you know, for Skeppy. âOnly the best exterminator in Essempi Bad. Iâm done trying to negotiate with him.â Bad came to the realization that he really needs to up his convincing game, before Sam or those other two kills him. Because if he dies, Badâs not sure Skeppy will forgive him.
Awesamdude was sitting at his desk trying to find a connection between the Tiny Attacks (TAâs) that had been occurring recently, there werenât a lot of them, but they were still significant. Then his phone rang. âSam Nookâs Extermination service, how May I help you?â He recited as if from a script, his brother Sam Nook was the founder of the company. âSam itâs me.â Came Sapnapâs voice, âSap? What do ya need dude?â He asked dropping the formal voice. âMe and my friend have a tiny problem, literally.â
Samâs face darkened, âHave you been harassed by a Tiny that has a different hook than usual?â âYes, howâd you know?â âBecause you arenât the only one whoâs been experiencing this problem Sap, Iâll be right there.â He hangs up the phone and takes a moment to look through the glass near his desk. In the other side lies a few rows of tinies in jars, and a equal amount of hooks on display. âTime to add another to my collectionâŚâ
