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Prologue

Tommy’s ears were faintly ringing. If it was due to the adrenaline still somewhat rushing through his veins or the after effect of the explosion he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he just handed the Presidency to Tubbo, Techno shot him, then L’Manberg…. It was gone, and when the air cleared, Wilbur was gone with it. Before anything could set in, Techno summoned the withers and the remaining citizens had to push aside their grief to fight the anarchist and the former-soldiers of Manberg.

That was yesterday. Now Tommy was sitting in his house wondering what to do. Tubbo had gone to work out how L’Manberg was gonna continue living, he could have gone to see Phil but he didn’t really want to see him so soon after seeing him stab Wilbur, even if Phil was told to by the madman. Eventually he decided to go for a walk, maybe cause some chaos, maybe build another beautiful tower using cobble. Who knows, the main thing he didn’t know or notice, was how the pools of water he passed, from waterfalls to one block puddles, almost seemed to turn slightly to face him, a translucent face watching him till he returned home safely. The unknown watcher felt sad, he wished to go and talk to Tommy, maybe if he was quick he could go before they noticed he was gone-

“What are you doing-”
“AHHH!”
“Sorry for scaring you Sir but the rules were clear, until you can be trusted fully with controlling your abilities you aren’t allowed to interact with them.”
“I know… Also what did I say about calling me Sir?”
“Ah right, but you will have to step back from the watching pool till you are given the all clear, Wilbur.”

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Chapter 1: The punishment of Chaos and Water

The God of Water and the God of Chaos was a very unlikely pair to many, however the facts were there and staring painfully at the council. The two Gods had gone to the mortal plane and one caused a small lake to cause a flood, because in their own words, they were bored.

Due to how the God of Chaos was able to prove he had no true role in this and that Water orchestrated it, he was able to leave, only to be returned a few weeks later after tormenting a trio of mortals who ended up gaining abilities by accident, and while the damage to them was able to be resolved, the damage Chaos and his unpredictable weather caused the God of Earth to be mad, and she demanded he be punished.

The council eventually came to a decision, that the two Gods will be punished as if it were one, with approval of the rest of the deities, they continued with this. The final choice was that the pair would be stripped of their powers and given mortality, to live a lifetime as a mortal and will be judged to see if they were worthy of being given their powers and responsibilities back and what guidelines they will need to follow. As for the new immortals Chaos had made, they would have to be marked down as being under him, and until their powers had fully come in, they would be under the responsibilities of the Nanny.

Soon after they were sent down to be reborn, the council had to deal with a new problem, with the removal of Chaos’ powers, seven new embodiments that fall under Chaos were formed. They too were sent to the Nanny, with permission to accept help from the Seven that previously fell under Corruption, with hopes that due to how the eight selected had previously been mortal to be able to help the ten new deities.

What none of the council expected however was around a decade later, Gods started asking permission to allow the deities under them to take on their responsibilities to spend some time on the mortal plane, either to be on their own or to make friends with the pair of punished Gods, with only one minor deity asking to also go. Soon one of the council members even asked to go, the eldest son of the Gods of Time and Life with plans to live as a young child or teenager, like many who left before him. It took convincing but he was given this permission, as long as he kept up with his responsibilities.

With the exception of the minor deity, who was returned by their death, all those who left never permanently returned, with the excuse of keeping an eye on the fallen God of Water, even the major God who claimed he was making a small nation for him and his friends. Then the first war began, causing two new nations, Water leading one, Love and War leading the other.

“Honestly, and I mean this with all the respect in the galaxy, but considering how much your son likes to go hard when challenged in a fight, this isn’t surprising,” the eldest of the Seven told the eldest members of the council. While they did have a point, that didn’t make the elder Gods any less disappointed with their eldest son’s actions to the mortals of the land.

The way Water, or as he was named Wilbur, was handling his responsibilities as a President made the council hopeful, and while he wasn’t the best parent at all times, they did see him in a good light in that regard. While it was sad to have to watch the minor deity that fell in love with him be brought to them by the God of Death after the child was born, the half-fox deity made them curious, it had been centuries since a deity was naturally born, most just creating embodiments or in rare cases, making mortals their adopted children to pass powers to.

All seemed well, until the election happened, they watched as the forever chaotic, even in mortality, Schlatt won, and the once highly praised Wilbur went mad wanting power, and Schlatt had gone mad with his new found power and dependency on alcohol. The appearance of the most loyal follower (and while it didn’t have to be said out loud, favourite of) the Blood God, surprised them, having had only heard their second youngest tell them of him, the anarchist who seemed to only want to farm potatoes was a surprise to them, with stories of the pig man being covered in his enemies blood clouding their mind.

With all they could do was watch, they began pondering what to do if Wilbur and Schlatt did die, what the verdict was, only for the events of November 16th to hit before any ideas could be engraved onto a scroll. They called for their son to return so the whole council could be present. With Wilbur and Schlatt under their supervision the Gods of Time and Life, the protector of Humanity, the Blood God and the God of Death sat around their temple pondering what to do.

In their frozen spot of time they debated amongst each other for the actions that need to be taken coming up with a temporary solution, a trial period. They would stay on the Godly plane with their abilities but would have to work to prove their worthiness of keeping them while remaining under the care of the other remaining Gods. To ensure they did behave the Gods were assigned their previous roles but were to act in harmony with those that were forced to carry out their roles during the punishment along with one of the demonic members of the Seven watching each of them.

Both were okay with this arrangement, with Schlatt having someone at his side to help him calm down after witnessing how his funeral went, and Wilbur having someone at his side when the lack of a funeral for him caught up to him, pointing out to him that at least Tommy and Niki had made their own ways to keep him in their thoughts. With Niki keeping the burnt trench coat he had on when he died, and the diary he had kept was given a place on Tommy’s shelf, for all to see.

Once the funeral was over though, Schlatt’s demonic babysitter (as he nicknamed them) had to then ask the council a very strange question.
“Hypothetically, what would happen if a mortal ate the heart of a God’s mortal body?” and there was no real response that the quartet of major Gods could give, cause they didn’t know “Well, fuck.”

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Chapter 2: Ate your heart out

A few days after Schlatt’s funeral, Quackity felt odd, not good, not bad, just odd. He couldn’t quite place what was wrong, but he felt like someone was constantly watching only to find no one around, brushing it off as him just being paranoid due to his time in Schlatt’s government. But then when he went to sleep that night, instead of a dreamless rest he found himself in what looked to be a playground, a shit one but a playground nonetheless.

Looking around he found nothing until he heard the sound of chains on a swing, turning around to where he was once facing. There was now a little girl on the rusty swing set. She wore a red dress that looked bright against her dark complexion, he slowly started to walk towards her.

“Hello? You okay? Where are your parents?” He asked with a concerned tone.

“Hello Quackity,” Her voice sounded layered, almost distorted, demonic even, “Don’t worry about where you are, I was told to keep an eye on you.”

“Why the hell would someone tell a-” he cut himself off when she turned to face him, her pure white eyes paired with a glare shocking him.

“You tell me, you’re the one who ate a guy's heart,” and with a snap of her fingers, he woke up in a cold sweat, the dream(?) tattooed into his mind.

He lay there for about an hour, trying to catch his breath and figure out what he just saw, while also trying to convince himself the child he saw didn’t have horns on top of her head. Eventually he decided to just ignore it, getting ready for the day, unable to shake the feeling of being watched off of him, hoping it would go away.

This eventually led him here, a week later, a week that was filled with him being paranoid about someone watching him, to the new member Captain Puffy’s therapy office. He explained to her the feeling he’d been having along with the dream, and the words the little girl said to him, trying to see if she could help him make sense of what was going on.

The first thing she questioned was whose heart had he apparently eaten, shocked when he revealed he literally ate Schlatt’s heart, moving on to suggest it could be his sub-conscious feeling guilty about his relationship with Schlatt and how it ended. He wasn’t sure what to think of it all, so when he went to bed that night, he wasn’t sure if he was glad or not to be at the swings with the red dressed girl again or not.

“Sorry for last week, I wasn't feeling that great about having to watch over you,” the girl apologised.
“It’s okay, um, what’s your name by the way?” the duck hybrid asked, trying to push back the slight nauseous feeling down.
“Do you want my true name or the name the people who said to keep an eye on you call me?”
“Um… Whichever you prefer?”
“Ah, so neither, well in that case,” She put her feet down, stopping the swing moving, and then she stood with a slight wobble turning to face him, “Nice to meet you Quackity, I am Raspberry, I have been told to keep an eye on you incase eating Schlatt’s heart has any side effects on you.”
“Why would it have side effects?” Raspberry grinned when she heard his question.
“Cause you ate the heart of a punished God.”

“WHAT?!” he screamed sitting up, after calming down a little he realised he was no longer in the playground, instead in his bed, alone in his room in the darkness.

After going to get a glass of water to help him calm down enough to go back to bed, he noticed a note was now on his nightstand. He picked it up and read it, and in cursive it said ‘Sorry I didn’t get to explain much to you, no need to worry though, the council have asked someone to explain this all to you in person, for they realised that you being able to keep waking up and leaving the conversation was not the best way to do this ~ R’. It was an oddly formal letter to get from a child.

The next morning Dream was at his door. Over breakfast Dream did his best to explain the situation to Quackity, stopping to let the other ask any and all questions he had, but the one that Dream found the most interesting was when he was asked who Raspberry was.

“Ah, I see she told you her nickname, well she was and still technically is, an embodiment of the sin of being slothful, but in recent years due to… a sort of change of management, she has been working for the God of the dream realm, as a way to either talk to people or to help ward off nightmares.”
“How does that translate to being the embodiment of being lazy?”
“No nightmares means you stay asleep for longer, so it works out for her in that way.”
“Huh, so why exactly does she have to keep an eye on me?”
“Honestly, she was the only one who was able to help keep a proper eye on you, I have my own things going on here, most of my fellow gods are living like mortals on this plane and the ones that are still working are too busy, and none of us know what happens if you eat the heart of a God, regardless of it is a mortal body or not.”
“Huh… Wait, so if she is Sloth, what about the other six?”
“Eh, they kinda do their own thing, ever since their old ‘boss’ left they kind of have been doing their own things, but they do kinda have their own bosses.”
“Oh okay… How is Schlatt?”
“He has been taken to calm down a bit, he wasn’t exactly happy after he died and learned he still had to exist, but he currently has others to help keep him company during that time.”
“Okay… I’m sorry, is it okay if you go, kinda need to process this all in private.”
“Oh yeah, of course,” and so Dream left Quackity to register the truck's worth of information he had received today, till noon he sat at his table trying to figure out what this meant for him along with the world around him, and decided to opt for a nap after he had some lunch.

He then smiled for the first time in a fortnight when he found himself in the playground, thinking it’s a perfect dream realm ‘day’ to join Raspberry on the swings. He didn’t notice that as he played with her, the rust slowly left the playground and her eyes slowly glowing brighter with each minute he spent spending time with her, all he knew about that night, when he woke up the next day and realised he slept for much longer than expected, was that the immortal child liked his jokes and had a catchy laugh.

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Chapter 3: In a field of alliums

It has been nearly two weeks since Wilbur died, since Tubbo got busy with work, and a week ago even Quackity started to be a bit… Weird. This combination resulted in one thing, Tommy was bored and wanted to cause some chaos, but Niki instead convinced him to help her take the remaining supplies out of Pogtopia. Which lead to now, with Tommy whining and bitching while continuing to help Niki, though when asked he would claim that’s only because she promised him cookies and cake if he helped.

“Why do we have to do this shit again?”
“Well incase you forgot Tommy, there is a farm down there which should have enough for us to collect potatoes from in order to help with the lack of food we have back home, it could be a nice thing to do to at least take that problem off Tubbo’s mind,” Niki calmly explained, smiling lightly to the teen.
“That is true… Do you know how he’s doing by the way, haven’t really seen him lately,”
“Honestly, except for yesterday when he came in to ask some questions about the business side of the bakery, not really, but he did look tired and a bit stressed so I wanted to do this to at least lessen the burden, plus I feel bad just keeping those crops away from sunlight.”
“Oh okay,” they stayed in an almost awkward silence for a few minutes only for Tommy to be interrupted by his own thoughts with a shout.
“Tommy! The hole!” But before Niki’s warning could reach him, he felt himself falling down, taking the vines that he could have sworn looked like hands trying to grab him down with him as they were ripped from the dirt walls of the hole. As he fell however only one thought was on his mind.
‘I don’t have a water bucket on me.’

Back in L’Manberg, Quackity was hosting Dream in his house, telling him about how he saw Raspberry again, and that he had some new questions to ask him, while they were slowly making their way through the list they were interrupted with his front door slamming open, they both turned to look at the unexpected visitor to see a flustered and frightened Niki.

“Dream, I think we have a problem,” she said, gasping between words to get her breath back from her long run.
“Why what’s happened?” Dream asked, before Niki answered she turned to look at Quackity.
“Does he know about the other planes?”
“Yeah, he was actually asking me some questions about it, why?”
“I think Tommy accidently fell down a hole to one of the godly planes-”
“WHAT?!” both Quackity and Dream screamed.
“Where did he fall?” Quackity asked.
“Follow me, we might need to ask for more help though, I have no idea which plane he could have landed on,” and with that, all three ran out of Quackity’s house and went in the direction of Pogtopia, with a quick message to a pair of followers in the planes bellow.

“Ughhhh, what the fuck?” Tommy groaned, slowly opening his eyes to the bright sky… ‘wait sky?’ he thought ‘I thought I fell-’
“Are you okay?”
“AHHHHHHHHHH” Tommy yelled, scrambling up and backing away from the owner of the unknown voice, a strange looking black and white… enderman(?) that was wearing a outfit made of lilac colours “THE FUCK ARE YOU?!”
“I’m Ranboo, I kinda live here in the field, are you okay? Most people don’t really fall from the sky,” Tommy listened to the weirdo, slowly calming down and taking in his surroundings, it looked like a almost endless field of alliums, spotting a field of multi coloured tulips in the distance to the right, and sunflowers to the left.
“Where the fuck am I?”
The weirdo- Ranboo tilted his head with a curious look, “You are on the godly plain of Nature, I thought that was obvious.”
“The fuck is the godly plain?!”
“Ah…. You must be a mortal.”
“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING MORTAL BITCH?!”
“Please stop yelling-”
“I’LL YELL ALL I WANT!”
“Please, if you keep yelling my moms will-”
“WILL WHAT, TELL ME OFF?!”
“Yes,” a distorted voice of a woman answered behind him.

Swiftly turning around Tommy saw a pair of women, although one looked a lot taller, and looked borderline demonic, her pitch black skin and hair almost rivalling Bad’s if not for the very slight pink tint to her skin. Meanwhile the other wore a soft mint green pencil skirt with a matching ribbon around the neck of her white buttoned up shirt, a large contrast to the shadow lady’s hot pink neoclassical dress, with brown hair reaching her waist with a stark two or more feet in height difference being between the two, both sporting an allium each in their hair.

“Hi, I'm Trinity but round here I'm known as the Nanny, this is my wife, you can call her Day, are you by chance Tommy? Our boss is asking if we have seen you and if not to search through the planes?” Tommy was too shocked to answer the lady in green, instead he passed out with his fall cushioned by the purple flowers surrounding all four of them, “That’s a yes I guess.”

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Chapter 4: What a strange dream

When Tommy woke up he was in Ponk’s clinic with a splitting headache and a faint memory of a purple flower field, Dream, Niki and Quackity by his side. Niki told him that he hit his head at the bottom of the hole he fell into but it was a bit too deep to see what was down there so she got Dream and Quackity to help get him out, and while Tommy accepted this, he noticed that Quackity had a expression that he couldn’t tell if it was a concerned look, or a guilty one.

The next few days were spent in bedrest by Ponk’s orders, with people visiting every now and again, but what pained Tommy more than the bump on the back of his head, was how Tubbo never visited, but that was okay, he must be really busy. On the final night of his time in the hospital when Tommy slept, he dreamed of a never ending grey desert under a starless night sky, but what he was most drawn to were the seven people with him, they all looked like they were from different times in history, with each one wearing a different colour of the rainbow but they all had blank white eyes.

The one dressed in a green robe wrapped around a long pale pink nightgown with ginger hair and blonde streaks smiled slightly at him and bowed to him, he saw her lips moving but for some reason he heard no words come out, only what sounded like whispers Wilbur singing the anthem of a fallen nation in the distance carried on by the wind. The next day he went home with a clean bill of health from Ponk but something that no one saw was an invisible vow, made by a soulless being, to follow her boss's wishes and protect the young blonde. While Tommy did find it odd after a week of waking up how no mobs had attacked him since he got out of the hospital but no matter, it was mid-December and Tommy wanted to go talk to Tubbo about any Christmas plans they had.

Tommy searched around L’Manberg, trying to locate Tubbo in the new L’Manberg streets held up on stilts over the crater Wilbur left behind, and looking down into the crater during a rest from searching Tommy spotted a small layer of water at the base of the hole, causing Tommy to sit there and figure out if it was from a build up of rain (he can’t remember it raining that heavily or that often the past few weeks) or if a underground spring of some sort was leaking down. But as he was lost in thought, he hears footsteps walking up the prime path towards him, and looking up he is greeted with the partially burnt face and blonde hair of Tubbo.

“Oh hi Tommy, what brings you h-”
“Are you being fucking serious? Is that all you have to say?” Tommy replied in an agitated tone and a sour expression, standing up from his dangerous thinking spot.
“Yes…? What’s with the face?”
“Tubbo I was literally in the hospital less than a week ago, I haven’t seen you in a month and all you have to say is ‘oh hi Tommy’?!”
“Well, I’m sorry Tommy but it’s been really busy-”
“It’s been nearly a month since I last saw you!”
“AND I’M SORRY OKAY BUT I HAVE A LOT GOING ON RIGHT NOW, OKAY?!” Tubbo yelled, snapping at Tommy.

As Tubbo took deep breaths trying to calm himself down, he looked at Tommy’s stunned and slightly frightened face, but then he realised, it was not his face Tommy’s eyes were looking at but slightly above them, towards the top of his head.
“Tommy?” Tubbo questioned what Tommy could possibly see, turning around to look behind him only to see nothing.
“Tubbo… Why did your hair just turn brown?”
“... Oh fuck, okay so, don’t freak out-”
“DON’T FREAK OUT?! YOUR HAIR JUST CHANGED COLOUR- OH SHIT!” Tommy yelled realising a little too late that he was not keeping track of his footing on the rail-clad platform.
“Tommy!” At the same time he heard his friend call out for him, he felt what felt like more than two hands grap at his leg, while the rest of his body dangled upside down.
“Holy shit, that was close.”
“Yeah… Need me to pull you up or can you swing yourself up, I feel like I owe you an explanation-” Tubbo’s voice trailed off and was followed by a few seconds of silence, “Heyyyy, Dream, nothing to see here.”
“Tubbo, you are holding Tommy by the leg and are in that form what do you mean nothing-... you know what, come on, now we have to properly explain to him what’s going on,” Tommy felt one more hand grab onto his leg before he was fully lifted up, now leaving him able to see the neon green fucker Dream and Tubbo who still had the brown hair, but now with an additional 4 arms and a small pair of horns sticking out the top of his head… Wait what?
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
“Tommy, calm down or I’m carrying you to your house like this.”
“HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN?!”
“Fair point… Well, come on Tubbo, let’s go.”

None of the trio knew this, but on their way back to Tommy’s house, they were spotted in the distance by Jack Manifold, who was too far away to see the trio clearly but could tell who it was from Dream’s neon green hoodie and hearing Tommy who was kicking and screaming, but instead messaged Niki to ask if she knew why Tommy was being held by Dream like he was a fish a proud fisherman just caught.

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Chapter 5: New Names and Titles

After Dream, Tubbo and Tommy entered Tommy’s house, it took nearly an hour to calm Tommy down enough to explain the story to Tommy, the first thing they explained was how Tubbo was a minor God formed from when the God of Chaos was punished with having to live a mortal life, along with many others who were made to fill the void in the balance of the universe. Tubbo then spent ten minutes denying to Tommy that the other minor Gods formed were his siblings, but Tommy refused to back down, all the while Dream was laughing watching the two, happy that Tommy at least looked like he’d be able to move past the incident earlier, until all eyes were on him.

“Wait, Dream, how do you know all of this?” Tommy said curiously, turning to look at the neon green man.
“He’s… Actually I don’t know, how do you know all this Dream?” Tubbo said, before sitting down to catch his breath, remembering that yelling for nearly ten minutes is not a smart idea.
“I would think it’s pretty simple, I’m a God as well,” Dream replied, tucking his legs up so he was curled up on his chair.
“Of what?” Tommy’s eyes squinted into a suspicious glare as the words left his mouth.
“P-Pardon?” Dream stuttered, not used to being asked what he’s the God of.
“What are you the God of, neon green?”
“Pfft, no, but I don’t really like talking about what I’m the God of, it makes people judge you and shit.”
“Is that why you cover every inch of your skin?” Tubbo asked, pointing at Dream’s outfit.
“Yep, also means if anything happens it’s easy to get disguised.”
“That makes sense… Tubbo, are you okay saying what you are the God of?” Tommy asked hesitantly, not wanting to accidentally offend his best friend.
“Well I don’t have a set title, but I remember before I came here to the mortal plane the people who took care of me called me the God of many faces, since I can shape shift and change my voice and stuff.”
“Wait… So every ‘character’ you’ve been doing was using your God powers,” Instead of replying, Tubbo instead looked very sheepish, hair turning blonde again as a faint embarrassed blush covered his face.
“Tubbo, I thought you said you didn’t use your powers?” Dream said with a light veil of concern in the tone of his voice.
“I try not to, it’s just that in those moments it was a lot harder, having fun tends to do that,” the blush getting more prominent as Tubbo rubs the back of his head looking down at the floor.
“Wait… Tubbo, how many hair colours do you have?” Tommy asked, a devious spark in his eyes.
“Um, I’m not sure actually, why?”
“I have an amazing idea for a prank!”

As Tommy and Tubbo excitedly talked about their prank idea, with a light chuckle Dream took it as his sign to leave, slowly sneaking away and closing the front door behind him.
‘You should probably tell him at some point it wasn’t a dream he had,’ A familiar voice echoed in his head, he smiled slightly hidden behind his mask, slipping his hands into the joint pocket in his hoodie to place both hands on the small disk-shaped plate he kept on him.
‘I know I should Day but baby steps, besides, I would much rather tease your wife over the name she picked for Tubbo,’ Dream replied without the words slipping out of his lips, as he walked down the prime path towards the Community House.
‘Oh shush, it was hard to figure out the names for the whole group.’
‘I know, I know, also how are your sisters? Can’t imagine having to keep Schlatt and Wilbur in check is easy.’
‘Eve is doing well, the main thing Wilbur has done so far was rename his plane, Gen however wishes she could kill Schlatt.’
‘Yeah, Schlatt has that effect on people, also this is the first I’ve heard of the renaming thing, what did he change the name to?’
‘Oh you are not gonna believe this, he changed it to Utah,' Dream bit his lip to avoid laughing out loud in the middle of his lone walk down the prime path and avoiding suspicion from anyone watching.
‘Why did he change the name of the water plane to Utah?’
‘Apparently before moving here to the DreamSMP, I still hate you named it that btw, you narcissist, he lived in Utah.’
‘Day, I don’t give you permission to talk to me in my brain only for you to bully me, has over four hundred years of friendship meant nothing to you?’
‘Yeah yeah whatever, also learned something else from Eve that I think you will find interesting.’
‘Oh? And what is that?’
‘Wilbur is having her watch over Tommy, ever since he fell down into Ranboo’s area,’ Hearing those words made Dream stop in his tracks, his hidden smile growing.
‘He did?’
‘He did, Eve was more than willing to do it seeing as it was a sign that Wilbur is slowly coming back from his mental state from November, no more willing to sacrifice his brother in the ashes of their home.’
‘That’s good… Going back to the group Schlatt made, how are they?’ Dream continued to walk down the prime path, basking in the rays from a sunset as he listened to Day continue to talk, imagining they were talking face to face like old friends really should, with their neon green and hot pink outfits blinding anyone who tries to interrupt them.

Meanwhile in the newly dubbed plane, Utah, Wilbur sat smiling down at the watching pool, as he listened to Tubbo and Tommy chatter away about a new and harmless prank they were going to pull, getting so fondly focused on the duo he didn’t notice the three pairs of footsteps behind him.
“Wilbur,” tensing for a moment before Wilbur relaxed, recognising the demonic voice behind him “Is it okay if we join you?”
“Oh, yeah of course, please sit,” He said with a smile painted on his face.
And so that’s how Wilbur’s day was spent, watching Tommy and Tubbo while the small family of three he has grown to know for nearly two months set down beside him.
“Wilbur,” he heard his name said hesitantly from the demon to his right.
“Yes, Envy?”
“Actually I was about to say, my name is Evaline, if you want to call me that.”
“Okay… So Evaline, Hamilton and George are your names?” Evaline laughed before replying.
“Yep, the Billiam family line doesn’t have as creative a collection of names as our cousins in the Tompson line, surprisingly.”
“Oh yeah? Give me an example of an interesting Tompson family name.”
“Technoblade A. Tompson is a strong example.”

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Chapter 6: Pranks, Confessions and Gift Giving

Jack is going mad, that or he desperately needs to stop wearing his 3D glasses, regardless of the reason he is absolutely certain every time he has seen Tubbo this week he has had a different hair colour, but whenever he asked other people about it they would say they’ve seen nothing, even Tommy who Jack saw by Tubbos side throughout the entire week.

He had no time to dwell on that however, for it was now Christmas day, and everyone was gathering in the centre of the new L’Manberg to take part in a Secret Santa exchange that Niki organised. Jack himself got Tommy, so he settled for just praying that he was giving a music disc the blonde didn’t already have.

The tree that was erected and decorated for the festivities was magnificent in its height, even if Jack didn’t actually remember seeing it when he passed the area a few days ago, although he wasn’t really paying attention to his surroundings so might have just been that, or he’s going blind along with mad, who knows. But hey who cares, it’s not the time for thinking you are going mad, it’s a day of giving or some shit like that.

Niki would say she was pretty good at hiding her God-hood, she would use the excuse of surrounding herself in nature as flowers being good decorations, and the reason behind her anger during the pet war was that she was emotionally motivated from the murder of her pet, brushing aside questions about her flower crowns she wore but was never seen making as making them in the comfort of her own home before going to bed. That however was before two nights ago, when she was creating the Christmas tree, when she had finished making the single spruce sapling grow into the perfect tree to decorate, branches strong enough to support the decor while they didn’t grow too close to the ground that no one could stand underneath to place presents and take shelter from the snow. When she finished working and was proud of what she had done, she turned around and was greeted by the sight of a wide eyed and shocked Captain Puffy.

Before Puffy could say anything when she opened her mouth Niki panicked and knocked Puffy out with a swift punch, instantly regretting it and catching Puffy before she hit the ground. Which was why Dream ended up waking up on Christmas Eve to a scared and guilty looking Niki carrying an unconscious Puffy with a bruised face. When Puffy did wake up to a sore jaw and on Dream’s couch she was handed a cup of floral tea and was told the story of the Gods by Niki and Dream, the day was then spent in Dream’s hidden home under the community centre’s basement with Niki honestly answering Puffy’s questions as she could, not realising till the clock said it was once again night time that at some point Dream had slipped away.

The question that Niki was dreading having to answer and explain was seen as a simple one on the surface.

“How old are you then?” Puffy had asked innocently, looking up at Niki who was mid-pour for a new refill of their tea.
“... Honestly, I don’t remember,” Niki said, suddenly finding herself unable to look Puffy in the eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, until mortals had been formed, we didn’t really keep track of the years, and when they did everyone had their own version of a calendar, before we settled for the one that is currently used when it was seen as a universal one, and by that time, it had already been at least thousands of years of us existing,”
“Wow,” Niki turned to look Puffy in the eyes when she realised it was not disbelief but awe in Puffy’s voice “So that’s how the flower crowns work.”
“Oh goodness sorry, that happens when I get nervous,” Niki’s face bloomed a light pink as she lifted a hand to get rid of the mood flower-ring on her head feeling embarrassed for not realising one had sprouted, only for her hands to get stopped.
“No, no need to get rid of them, it’s really cool,” Puffy’s words reflected the smile painted on her face, “I was actually going to ask what they mean?”
“O-Oh, well I might need to actually see what is on my head to answer that.”
“Oh, right, sorry,” Puffy’s apology was joined with the release of Niki’s hands, both nervously laughing as Niki took a handful of the flowers from her head and brought it down to see what was in her hand, globe amaranths.
“Well these types of amaranths, the globe one I mean, symbolises immortality.”
“Wow… So are you a flower Goddess?”
“More of an overall nature one, so plants and animals, however there are more specialised Gods under me who are for specific flowers and animals, some I even ‘share’ because they fall under the domain of another God, for example fish, I share them with the water God.”
“Oh wow, is that why the pet war was so draining on you?”
“Yeah… It hurt knowing creatures under my domain had died, I still don’t know how Fundy managed to convince me to go ‘eye-for-an-eye’ on Sapnap to be completely honest.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” It was at this point Niki realised Puffy was still holding the hand Niki didn’t use to grab the flowers on top of her head, with a blush she sheepishly looked into Puffy’s eyes, seeing a faint blush on the other woman's face “Niki, what do the new flowers mean?”
“T-That depends on what they are.”
“Red chrysanthemums,” a deeper blush formed on Niki’s head, fainting feeling more chrysanthemums popping up.
“W-Well they um… Screw it, today is gonna be a day of confessions,” Niki had no doubt that moss rosebuds and red tulips were also growing, “They mean… I love.”

There was a solid ten seconds of silence following Niki’s confession. She felt the rosebuds, tulips and chrysanthemums make way for hawthorns and red columbines.

“Y-you know what j-just forget it I-” Niki was cut off by the feeling of a pair of soft lips on hers, as Niki kissed back the pair both closing their eyes, she felt a new set of flowers dawn her head, agrimoney, ambrosias, bridal roses and myrtles.
The next day however, on Christmas Day, even though Niki didn’t have Puffy as her Secret Santa, the former-pirate captain still gave her the greatest gift. The sight of Puffy having magnolias in her hair. Their meaning you may ask? Love of Nature.

The fact that the gift she received from her Secret Santa was a slightly charred round the edges of hand-sewn fox toy from Sapnap did leave her feeling conflicted about the day.

Far away from L’Manberg in the cold never ending winter, we find a lone potato farmer tending to his crops, who despite being the only living soul around had plenty of people to talk to.

“No Chat, we will not put dye into the potatoes so it looks like they are bleeding when we cut into them… What do you mean why? They won’t taste good if you fill them with dye,” his monotone voice speaking to the bodiless voices in his head.
“That does sound unpleasant,” an eerie yet ethereal voice was behind him, with a slight smile the farmer stood up and turned around to face his God, who donned their semi-mortal form, floating above the ground but with the height of a young child, wearing nothing but shades of red with gold accents.
“Greetings to you, Blood God.”
“Greetings to you too, Technoblade.”
“So… Why are you here?”
“I came to give you this,” in outstretched arms was a wrapped present, in matching colours to the Gods clothes, “It’s a Christmas present.”
“Yooooo, thank you, sorry I have nothing to give back to you,” Techno said as he took the present into his grasp.
“No need, you have spilt a lot of blood in my name this year, besides, I’m allowed to give gifts to my favourite aren’t I?”
“That’s very true… Actually, is it okay if I ask you a question?”
“Of course, go ahead.”
“Why do the voices like me so much?”
“Oh, because you are the most entertaining of my living followers, in fact they alone have made it so the other Gods on the grand council know not to mess with me.”
“Why’s that?”
“Well, you have gained the affection from nearly fifteen and a half million spirits who are willing to be an army for you is not something to sneeze at.”
“Oh wow… Moving on from that, can I interest you in some baked potatoes inside my house?”
“Technoblade… I don’t have an actual mouth in this form, so I’m going to have to say no, maybe next time when I’m in a far more mortal appearance.”
“Sounds like a deal, Merry Christmas Blood God.”
“Merry Christmas Technoblade.”

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Chapter 7: How to spot a God?

It was New Years Eve when Tommy, Quackity and Puffy were told by Tubbo, Niki and Dream that they were the three who knew the Gods existed, and after being told by the immortal trio they didn’t feel comfortable talking about the other Gods in their group that the human trio decided to team up to try figure them out themselves. The only tools they were given after telling the Gods their plan was a pair of smooth metal disks Dream handed to Quackity and Tommy, red and green respectively, with the statement that they cannot hand them to anyone else and that if they are ever in trouble, to drop their disk on the floor. As for Puffy she received a vow from Niki, spoken in a long dead language, with the promise afterwards that it would do a similar thing to the disks if a cry for her help is called outloud.

The first suspected God Tommy put down was Technoblade as the Blood God, Quackity put Sapnap down as God of Fire (In his own words “because he’s so hot”) and Puffy put down Bad as God of Muffins. It wasn’t much but it was a start, even if it has now been a week of the new year and they have no other ideas. It then started to spiral into an argument when on the seventh of January Quackity revealed that Schlatt was a God, and not in fact dead, leading to Tommy breaking down over how it would have meant Wilbur died for no reason, crying even more when Quackity admitted he had no idea where Wilbur was now. Tommy was so sure that he would have moved on by now, it had nearly been 2 months, at least he had Puffy and Quackity hugging him as the therapist explained how grief doesn’t work that way.

A few days later Tommy was walking along the prime path towards the church, finding solace in the white walls, walking almost on autopilot in the moonlight; he was enjoying the calm of the night, only for it to be shattered by the sound of a yell.

“What the fuck do you mean the one of my other Godly titles that I have is ‘Eight’?!” Being cautious Tommy sneaked along the path slowly looking around the corner to see Sapnap yelling at Dream, whose back was facing Tommy leaving a clear view of Sapnaps face, “You said yourself I’m the only God with abilities like mine, so why is what’s basically my nickname in the council’s eyes, Eight?!”
“Sapnap, calm down-” Dream said, trying to reason with his friend.
“No, I want a fucking answer!” Sapnap yelled his hair bursting out into flames, Tommy started to hear his heartbeat in his ears, the smell of smoke filling the air and bringing unwelcome memories into Tommy’s mind.
“Sapnap, I’m not going to do that until you are calm and won’t destroy anything.”
“Well then we aren’t gonna get any fucking answers are we?!” The sound of a board being ripped out of the prime path tore through the air, slowly becoming on fire as Sapnap enforced his grip on the plank.
“Sapnap, put that down before you do something stupid- Shit!” Dream ducked as he was interupted with the flaming board being thrown at him and missing, but now it was headed straight for where Tommy was.
“AHHH!” Out of shock Tommy fell back, closing his eyes and bracing for the impact of the board shattering above the young blonde, only for it to not come, only hearing the sound of the metal disk spinning in a circle till it lay flat on the wood beside him.
“Okay, that’s far enough,” A new voice snapped.
Cautiously opening his eyes Tommy sees the back of what looks like some kind of military uniform, a long over the shoulder cloak covering the left side of the stranger's body, with shattered bits of the burning board around their boots.
‘Did they just shield me?’ Tommy wondered to himself, questioning why a stranger would do such a thing, he then looked up to see the back of their head, to see an oddly familiar sight of ginger hair with blonde and glowing neon green streaks.
“Who the fuck are you?!” Sapnap demanded, trying to shake off the shocked look he just had on his face from the stranger's sudden appearance.
“I am a servant of the God of Water, or since you want answers so badly, I am Four.”
“Wait, what?” The confusion of Four’s answer stunned Sapnap into calming down, his hair returning to its normal state of not being literal fire.
“I am Four, if you need more answers I suggest you stop yelling at Dream and go ask Bad, he’s got some explaining to do if you truly don’t know why your nickname is Eight, now if you may excuse me, I’m going to help Tommy here back to his house to insure you don’t throw more shit at him,” the moment the swear left Four’s lips Tommy let out a shocked laugh, not expecting someone with a formal way of speaking to swear, however when he went to cover his mouth out of embarrassment for unconsciously laughing at Four, he heard a light chuckle come from the uniform wearing woman above him.

“Well, you heard her Sapnap, goodnight Tommy, hope Four gets you back safely, I’ll help walk Sapnap back now,” Dream then lightly grabbed the still stunned Sapnap’s arm leading him in the direction back to the black haired man’s house.
“Well, that’s our queue to leave, ready to go?” Four turned around and offered a hand out for Tommy to grab to get back on his feet, only for him to freeze after seeing her eyes. Her pure white eyes.
“Are you the green lady from that weird dream I had?” he asked, almost dreading the answer he was going to receive.
“I am, sorry for not being able to formally introduce myself before, but a basic explanation is the God of Water has asked me to help keep you safe,” assuming they probably were going to be there for longer than expecting, Four sat down to sit on the prime path facing him to avoid looking down on him as they spoke to one another.
“Why would they want that?” suspicion practically dripping from Tommy’s voice.
“Because they feel guilty for not stopping the pain you’ve suffered during your time here sooner, to put it in simple words, the longer explanation is one I don’t think you can wrap your mind around yet to be honest, even I don’t fully understand it.”
“Huh okay… So is your name actually Four?” Tommy asked moving to sit with his legs criss-crossed.
“Hm… Well sorta, I have a lot of names I’ve been called during my time being alive,” she calmly answered, criss-crossing her legs “Four is one of the major ones though.”
“How long have you been alive?” Tommy started to lean forward with his chin in his hands, a curious glimmer in his eyes.
“Well, if you include the years where I was a human, I have been alive for 145 years.”
“You aren’t human?”
“No, I’m actually a demon but didn’t want to freak you out when I was summoned so I’m in the closest I can get to a human form at the moment, it’s actually why I’m wearing this cloak, it covers the bits that aren’t really human.”
“Cool, so what other names do you go by?”
“Well, I don’t really give my name to strangers, like my siblings would, but you can call me Four or Green if you’d like, they are two of my most used nicknames from the Gods.”
“Eh understandable… How are you going to leave by the way, after you take me home at least?”
“I kinda just poof away, I think, haven’t really used one of the summoning disks before to be honest.”
“Oh okay… I think I’m ready to head back now,” Four wordlessly responded to him with a light smile, before standing up and offering her hand to help Tommy up a second time, but this time he took it, after putting the green metal disk back into his pocket.
The walk back along the prime path to Tommy’s house was filled with mindless chatter that neither Four or Tommy could repeat back to someone else if asked. When Tommy woke up the next day, he saw his copy of the list of Gods had been moved to his bedside table, half-asleep Tommy picked up the paper to read it once again only to see dark green ink next to a matching arrow pointing at the part of the list where they put ‘Sapnap - God of Fire’, with a new answer from who Tommy could only assume was Four.

‘Sapnap, God of Destruction.’

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Hi all,
So basically I felt the need to say this, I won't be able to update for a little while because I have a bunch of uni exams for the next 2 weeks (maybe 1 1/2) so until that is all done and dusted I probably won't be doing any writing other than those.
I'm sorry that it will be that long but I felt a need to explain that instead of making you all think I kinda just dipped and left this fanfic alone, which I really doubt I'll ever do.

I actually realised after I sent a link of this fic to one of my irl friends who upon reading a bit went "Hey, is this the AU for the comic thing you sent me?" and I realised it was indeed the same AU, and the comic I had sent them was a scene I thought of and will probably write into this story NEARLY TWO YEARS AGO! I even sent it before November 16th! This AU pre-dates the start date I've ended up giving it, lmao.

So yeah, just wanted to say that, if you have any questions regarding this fic don't hesitate to comment it and I'll do my best to answer any questions. Before I sign this off however, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 180 HITS! I honestly didn't think I'd get more than 10-20 hits so I'm forever grateful for you all and when my uni year is finished in the next two weeks I might put some art for the AU for y'all as a treat for being patient with me, we'll have to see, but do tell me if that's something that might interest you lot.

But for now, thank you for reading this authors note and I'll see you next time ^-^

~ LMKgoddess

P.S. Can't believe I almost forgot to say this but next actual update that I post it will most likely be after November 1st, and I'll be 20 then!!! So this is my last chapter thing on this fic as a 19 year-old, see you all when the 10s are behind me! o/

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Chapter 8: Demon disks

A few days after the incident Tommy woke up to the sound of someone knocking on his front door, he then found out that the person who forced him out of a dreamless sleep was Sapnap, who with a embarrassed look on his face apologised to the young mortal. Tommy was mostly tuning it out due to a mix of being half asleep and not trusting Sapnap’s apology, but he was shocked into being awake when he heard the weirdest bit of information he’s heard that week.

“And apparently Bad isn’t even the real God of muffins he just started to call himself that but-”
“Wait what!? The Gods can do that!?”
“That’s the thing, they can’t really, it’s just that he decided to start being the God of muffins but he refuses to tell me what he actually is the God of, all I know is it’s tied to whoever the fuck Four is so I was wondering if she told you anything that I could use to help figure out what is going on.”
“Don’t think so, most I really know is that she is a demon now but wasn’t born one, OH, she also works for the God of Water, whoever that fucker is.”
“Okay, okay,” Sapnap took a few steps back with a perplexed expression painted across his face “So, is a demon, wasn’t born as one, water god, got it, thanks for telling me Tommy, sorry again, I’m… I’m gonna go now.”
“Oh okay,” Tommy was left confused by the encounter as he watched Sapnap walk away, feeling a need to keep an eye on him until he was out of sight to make sure the God didn’t walk off the parts of the prime path that lacked a safety rail ‘What the fuck just happened?’

Unbeknownst to Tommy, in the Godly plane of Utah, a demon, her two great-great-grand-nephews and Wilbur were laughing at how bizarre the interaction was, a bet about how long it would take Sapnap to figure shit out being made.

“So… Bad is a God, we just don’t have any idea of what?” Puffy asked Tommy when he updated the group at their next meeting.
“Yep.”
“And there’s a demon who is protecting you?”
“Yep.”
“Wait, this is news to you guys?” Quackity’s question made the other two sharply turn to look at him “I’ve known since I first met Raspberry, don’t you remember Puffy? I told you I had a dream about a little girl with pure white eyes and you said it was just me being guilty, that was my demon who keeps an eye on me. I think in the number name things she’s Seven.”
“... WHAT?!” a giggle whispered in Quackity’s ears, oh that’s right, should probably explain that too.
“Yeah, that’s actually why her disk is there in the dream catcher on display. It acts as a conduit so she kinda uses it as a way to see what I’m doing when I’m home, then I pop it out to take with me when I go out.”
“... THAT’S WHAT THE DISKS DO?!”
‘Oh, he really knows nothing.’ Quackity thought to himself before replying “Well it’s how it works for Berry, whoever you got as a demon protector will probably want a different conduit thing.”
“... Huh?!”

The rest of the day was spent in a back and forth of Quackity telling Tommy what he knew, Tommy getting more confused, with Puffy watching the two with an amused expression, it was a nice somewhat calm day.

Down in the plane of the Dead, the realm of the blue stood, a city built to never rust as to be immortal as its overseer. In the centre is the underground skyscraper, it’s highest point reaching out to the artificial night sky of skulk above, the plane covered in a never ending night. The skyscraper was built with diamond windows, with gold trimming wherever possible.
From the windows and doors jazz pours out of the building, a reminder to the residents of the time the overseer spent in the universe as a mortal.

Within this building, there is a lounge, with emerald carved into the walls, cool iron framing the doorways and windows, decorated with extravagant and expensive art deco furnishings, and in the centre of the room, two deep blue chairs facing each other, a crystal table between the two. The main focus however of this room, were the two people talking in it, on the table between them lay a blue metal disk.

“So this disk is what makes you fuckers are going to use to keep track of me? Like some fucking outdoor pet?” a man with a gruff voice asked.
“It’s either this or keeping you in eye view in person, so if you do want to go back to your plane you are going to have to make a compromise,” an elegant feminine voice replies, her tone not masking how tired of the other she is.
“Doesn’t mean you fuckers have the right to track me-” the man stood up as he complained.
“Well tough shit okay,” the woman answered, also standing up, refusing to let him have a chance to look down on her.
“DON’T FUCKING INTERUPT M-” the man cut off with a choak, a shocked expression when he realises the other has a hand around his neck lifting him up.
“What the fuck are you going to do about it huh?” It was then the man realised, he really should stop pissing off the person who, while she usually looks human, is in actuality a demon nearing a height of seven feet.
“Fuck, fine, just put me down!” upon landing on the ground his legs gave out, making him collapse like a rag doll.
“Now, I’m going to ask you this again, do you want to stay here where you are watched constantly, take the disk meaning you get some more privacy in your plane, or we both go to your plane so I keep a proper eye on you?” The elegant voice faded with each word, replaced by a demonic one instead, one that almost sounded like two people were speaking at once.
“... I’ll take the stupid fucking disk.”
“Perfect, well the main thing is keeping it in your pocket, so long as you do that you are free to go, so after months of waiting to say this I’m happy today is the day… Goodbye Schlatt, hope you enjoyed your stay in my lovely city of Greed.”

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Chapter 9: A mortal’s guide to how to accidentally piss off a God

Two days later Tommy decided that after weeks of suspicion it was time, he was going to try to find where Techno was hiding and confront him about being the Blood God. The plan was set in place for Tommy to go to Techno, Quackity would go try to get Dream to admit what he was the God of and Puffy was to go ask Bad.

As the cold winds rushed by Tommy, who regretted not wearing more layers to go visit the piglin hybrid, or at least bringing more to put on after exiting the nether portal due to the shocking temperature difference between the overworld and the nether. Regardless, Tommy trekked through the snow towards where he was told he would find Techno, cursing out the cold to the arctic winds, not caring at that moment for any potential cold wind God he had just pissed off. At least then they’d both be angry at each other.

Tommy let out a sign of relief when he finally saw the smoke coming from Techno’s house in the distance, as he got closer with each step he got more and more nervous, cause how the fuck do you ask a person if they are a God, do you ease into that conversation or do you make it the starting sentence. In his distracted state, he seemed to walk on autopilot all the way to Techno’s front door atop a set of stone brick stairs. With one deep breath in, he knocked on Techno’s door, trying to hide his surprise when after the second knock the door was open.

“Sorry not interested in girl scout cookies,” hearing Techno’s voice after not seeing him for two months nearly broke Tommy into a sob, that Tommy instead covered up by coughing.
“Heyyy, the Blade, I just have a quick question to ask you-”
“Goodbye Tommy,” as the door slowly closed on his face Tommy placed his foot in front of the door's journey back to being closed.
“It’s about Gods.”
“... What kinds of Gods?” Techno asked re-opening the door, drawing a blank for an answer Tommy decided to take out his copy of the list of gods and presented it to Techno.
“Are you the Blood God?” The blonde asked, voice shaking from how nervous he was but if questioned he would insist it was because of the cold.
“No, but I can see why you’d think that… Actually come inside, there’s a present in here that’s from the God themself, I also would like to have a talk about how you know this stuff.”
“Oh fuck yeah, I’m freezing my balls out here,” Techno closed the door behind Tommy as the teen entered the house.

Puffy stood outside the front door of Skeppy and Bad’s house, where she had been standing for five minutes trying to hype herself up to be confident enough to actually knock. Countless scenarios as to how this could go flashed through her brain every time she went to lift her hand to knock, causing her to get nervous and stop herself. The newest one that has wrecked her brain is one where she might find out Bad has secretly been a ruthless killer this entire time and that she might never see Niki again, causing her to now hold the small branch of black poplar that was surrounded by a bouquet of bearded crepis in her hands, not wanting to crush them but gain as much of the protection and courage Niki had promised they’d give her, or at the very least signal to Bad that she was under Niki’s protection and him hurting her would be a declaration of war to the nature God (another puzzle piece as to why she went to war with Sapnap over her pet’s death falling into place in Puffy’s mind).

Right as it was about to become six minutes of waiting outside she felt a buzz in her pocket that she was storing her communicator, the familiar buzz grounding her back out of her mind and into reality. After placing the branch and flowers back in their place as a hairpiece for her ponytail she took the communicator out, seeing a private message from Skeppy.

Skeppy : Are you going to be outsdie the house like a weirdo for long?
CaptianPuffy : Oh shit sorry, here to see Bad and keep getting into my mind about how this conversation could go wrong
Skeppy : Ok, want me to let you in so you can get knocking out the way?
CaptianPuffy : Yes, please

Soon the short diamond crystal structured man opened the door for Puffy, silently signalling for her to follow him. Closing the door behind her she followed the man into the quartz house, looking at the house and its mish-mash of furniture, with ladders for the two-foot-tall Skeppy to reach the same things as Bad who towers over the man with his height of 9 '6.

“Is the thing you want to talk to Bad about tied to the conversation he had with Sapnap?” the blue man asked, breaking the silence.
“Yeah, I know it’s been a bit over a week since then but he only told Tommy who wanted me to check up on Bad two days ago,” the sheep hybrid answered as she followed Skeppy up the stairs.
“Okay, but please be careful and prepare for potential smells, Bad hasn’t really left his room since and refuses to tell me what the talk was about so I have no idea how to help him so… Good luck,” and with that Skeppy wandered off to a different part of the house, leaving Puffy in front of Bad’s room.
‘Well, no going back now,’ Puffy thought, taking a deep breath in and out before knocking on Bad’s room.
“Go away Skeppy,” a muffled voice said from behind the door.
“It’s not Skeppy, Bad,” Puffy answered, standing in the hallway awkwardly before she heard the faint creek of a bed, light footsteps and then the unlocking of the door, stepping back a little as the door was opened to be slightly ajar.
“... Why are you here Puffy?” Bad asked, only one blank white eye visible to the woman.
“I’m here on official identification business,” Puffy said, taking out and showing the list of Gods to Bad, his single visible eye widening when he spotted the writing next to Sapnap’s name.
“Who wrote the green text?”
“Um, according to Tommy her name is Four…”
“... Give me a few minutes please so that I can look presentable, do you know the way to my office?” Bad sighed a little seeing Puffy shake her head no, “Okay just wait here please, I’ll show you the way, it’s not a talk I want to have here.”

Ten minutes later Puffy was sitting at a desk facing Bad, the shadow man still having some height on Puffy despite both being sat down. Instead of wearing his usual black and red hooded top he was wearing his usual pants with a t-shirt that had white and red bands around the edges
“So… What do you want to know?” Bad asked.
“Well first things first, can you please tell me what you are the God of?” Puffy asked, voice soft so as to not make Bad feel pressured to answer her.
“... I am the self-appointed God of muffins, but my real titles are the God of corruption and… Man, I haven't said the second one in a long time… Father of the Seven.”

Quackity was shitting himself. He’d been silently following Dream for a few hours now, seeing the man just kinda walk into the forest gathering resources, wondering how on earth to approach the masked man. In his thinking he didn’t hear as footsteps approached him from behind, letting out a piercing scream, a series of swears and a prayer in quick succession when he felt a hand land on his shoulder.

When he calmed down he realised that the person laughing behind him had a wheezing laugh that sounded like a kettle, taking a few seconds to process it before realising that he was both hearing Dream laugh behind him, and saw the Dream he has been watching all day with their hand over the mask’s mouth looking like they were trying to not laugh. Quickly turning around he saw a second Dream.

“What the fuck?! There’s two of you?!” He yelled making the first Dream to crack and also start laughing, but their laugh had an echo to it, making Quackity confused.
“Oh boy okay, phew that was funny, anyways, I’m guessing you got sent to ask me a question?” Dream said as he slowly stopped laughing.
“Well now I have two questions, why are there two of you?!”
“There isn’t, that’s Four and Raspberry’s older sister, she works for me and does pretty good shape-shifting stuff, I noticed you were following me and asked her to take my place for a few hours to see how far and long you would follow ‘me’ for, actually, hey! Come on up here to introduce yourself to Quackity!” Dream said, calling down to his lookalike, who nodded and started walking up the hill to the pair.
“Wait wait wait, so you also have a demon watching over you?”
“No, it’s more a case of her being an employee, both her and her wife actually, they are a cool pair.”
“You just say that cause you were the one who acted as the officiant,” a feminine echoey voice said, turning to face the speaker Quackity saw she had changed her form, instead of looking like Dream she now looked like a female version of him, with a bright pink bow holding up a ponytail, “Nice to meet you Quackity, Raspberry has told me a bit about you, my name is Loveday.”
“Nice to meet you too, okay so for the next question, Dream, what are you the God of?” Dream slowly laughed a little to himself before answering.
“I don’t feel comfortable telling you straight up but I’ll say this, I’m not the God of only one thing.”

A week later Tommy met Dream’s younger sister Drista for the second time, the pair went around the SMP having fun, making pranks and having some general banter, but then the mood suddenly changed when a joke didn’t come across the way Tommy intended.

“Why the fuck would you say that about my mother, you’ve only heard her voice before?!” Drista yelled at Tommy.
“Oh come on, all I said is maybe her genetics are why you and your brother wear a mask… Actually, that sounds bad, but I meant it as a joke!” The pair went back and forth for a while until Tommy gave up and said “Fucking fine then, if you want to fight about this, let’s fight about it, I challenge you to a duel!”
“Really? Oh, this is going to be fun,” dread slowly crept up Tommy’s body upon hearing the way Drista responded, sounding like a villain in a film right before they reveal their secret weapon to the heroes after they tell them it’s the end of the line.
“Okay, swords only okay, no shields, armour or bows of any kind, got it?” Tommy put a chest down, placing his belongings inside apart from his netherite sword, watching as Drista did the same.
“Got it, but quick question, do I have to hold back or can we make this fun and I get to use my God powers?” It sounded like a simple yet ominous question, but Tommy thought no harm could come to him.
“Yeah sure, let’s see what you got.”
“Perfect,” Tommy then watched as his gut feeling of dread was justified as a puddle of some sort of red liquid slowly formed at her feet before it crawled up Drista’s body. Her green hoodie and blue jeans were replaced by a red and gold tunic over black pants, a red crown upon her head and a matching veil covering her face, her mask faintly visible underneath the veil with the black eyes instead being red and had streaks dripping down her face.

That was the moment Tommy realised he had just fucked up and pissed off the real Blood God.

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Chapter 10: How to summon a Dad

Thousands of miles away from the land of the Dream SMP, a group of Gods feels an unsettling, electrifying shiver up their spine that leaves a copper taste in their mouths. All knew what the feeling meant, a foolish mortal had foolishly challenged the youngest daughter of the Gods of Life and Time, the Blood God. They all gave a prayer to the young mortal hoping they would survive, but one of the Gods froze upon realising who the boy was… It was Tommy… His son’s best friend… His son and son’s best friend needed help.

After alerting the other Gods and their mortal friends of what was going on, they wished him the best of luck, with three other Gods deciding to go along with their friend to help him keep the land of his child safe.

In the Arctic, Phil knew something was wrong when in the middle of a conversation Techno stopped talking and gave out a choked cough, followed by silence with a fearful expression. Then Phil tasted the strong copper taste to signal that the Blood God was in a fight, but why was it so intense? Before at the most it was similar to when he accidentally bit the inside of his cheek, now it feels like a mouth full of blood from a fistfight.

“Phil, we need to go to L’Manberg, now,” Techno coughed out trying to clear his throat.

Once Techno was able to properly breathe they got their armour and weapons, going straight to the nether portal to take the fastest route there, Phil blindly trusting the piglin hybrid even as he could hear his wife’s faint voice in the back of his mind telling him to turn back, he couldn’t risk Techno going alone to whatever caused their reactions earlier.
Upon walking through the portal that leads to L’Manberg Phil saw two things, the first being the Blood God in the closest to her true form he’d ever seen her before, the only obvious signs he could see that showed she wasn’t in said true form is the continued existence of arms connecting her body and hands, and a neck connecting her head to her torso. The second thing he noticed was that she was dangling Tommy upside down from his leg between two fingers.

Oh fuck.

The sight of the Blood God fighting Tommy was stressful enough to Bad when he looked out his window after tasting blood, but it amplified when he recognized the metal disc that fell out of Tommy’s pocket when the boy was held upside down, unmistakable with the emerald green shine it had, causing Bad to rush to look somewhat presentable to go and help get Tommy safe. He may have not seen any of the Seven in decades, but he would send himself to eternal damnation if he let any of them get hurt, especially fighting the Blood God.

As he exited the house, ignoring Skeppy trying to tell him not to go out, he stepped through the front doors to go outside a ball of orange, navy blue and shades of green crashed into the wall next to him, before falling onto the floor, to reveal his fourth child, Envy.

“You okay Envy?” Bad asked with a worried tone.
“... Peachy, also unless you want to be straight up with Sapnap, I suggest sticking to calling me Four,” while Bad did listen along to Four’s words, he couldn’t help but notice how she kept staring at the ground, even after standing back up holding her cloak closed. He then realised what the problem was.
“If you are having trouble keeping the human form up, I can assure you the humans won’t be scared of your demon form.”
“Oh shut the fuck up, and don’t you dare language me. I just prefer looking like this and not with the fucking vines that never go away, nor do I want to look you in the eyes right now. So please excuse me, I’m going back to work,” with that final sentence Four raised her open hand to the sky, a flash of lightning a trident appeared in her hand, with carvings of sea creatures winding up towards the forked points of the trident, as it glowed with a shine similar to one from a mother of pearl.

Before Bad could say another word, Four threw her trident, and despite a lack of rain was brought along by the riptide enchantment, and landed back on the Blood God’s shoulder.
‘Great talk,’ Bad thought disappointedly to himself, before he ran up to help with calming the immortal being.

All Tommy could feel was fear, all he could hear was his heartbeat drumming in his ears, and as he was held upside down, he felt like a ragdoll. His eyes were blurry from tears and as he hung upside down he was slowly getting more and more certain he was gonna be sick. So you could imagine his shock when he was suddenly let go and was now falling head first to the ground.

Bracing to lose his last life to fall damage he screwed his eyes shut, wondering if he would be greeted by darkness or Wilbur’s face. But then he realised, he was no longer falling, but he didn’t feel pain, instead feeling a pair of arms on the back of his torso and knees. Opening his eyes he was greeted by a hot pink dress and familiar looking black with a slight pink tint skin.

“Can you hear me, Tommy?” At that moment it was solidified in Tommy’s mind, this was that Ranboob bitch’s mum.
“Y-yeah, am I dead?” Tommy asked, moving a hand up to wipe the tears out of his eyes, looking up at the woman’s pure white eyes.
“Thankfully no, my boss was able to spot you falling and summoned me to catch you. He was worried the others couldn’t run fast enough to stop your fall,” as she softly spoke she lowered him to the stone ground, and Tommy took the chance to look around and saw what she meant, he was at the bottom of the disruption hole.
“Oh wow, that would have hurt huh?” Tommy felt dizzy looking up at the top of the hole where he could see the others trying to drive Drista- Blood God- what does he call her now?
“Yep, but enough of that, how are you feeling?” Turning to look at her Tommy realised she was wearing something different to the last time he saw her, instead of her long dress she was wearing a shorter one that was under what looked to be netherite armour but it was all styled to look like the Greek soldiers he’d seen in Techno’s books, with a helmet in the style hooked onto a mint green belt around her hips.

“I feel okay, a little dizzy but nothing major,” he replied slipping his hands into his pockets, feeling a flash of fear when he realised Four’s disc was missing, bolting into standing up and about to rush to find a way out of the hole “OH FUCK NO, I LOST THE DISC-”
“Tommy, it’s okay you haven’t lost it,” She spoke softly placing her hands on his shoulders, guiding him to look at her as she spoke to him “When the disc landed it summoned Four, she’s now helping the others with guiding Drista away from the builds, for now just stay here and relax, my boss will tell me when it’s safe to take you back up-”
“TOMMY!” Two familiar voices he hadn’t heard in a while called down at him from the top of the hole, turning to look up at the voices he saw the distant figures of Technoblade and Philza.
“Fuck you two doing here?!” He yelled back at the figures.
“We’re here to deal with the Blood God thing, you okay?!” Philza yelled back down.
“Yeah, this lady caught me, just go deal with the God thing!”
“Okay, behave!” And with that Techno and Phil left Tommy’s line of vision.
“So… What’s your name?” Tommy asked, turning back to the tall dark skinned lady.
“Well, my real name is Loveday but if you want to go with the name thing my sister has gone for, I am One, Four’s older sister.”
“... HUH?!”
“Yeah… I have some card games on me if you want to play while we wait.”
“... Yes please.”

Tubbo was frozen as he watched the scene before him, hearing a commotion he exited the place the cabinet and him were holding a meeting and was greeted by the sight of the Blood God on the opposite side of L’Manberg. Beside him was Quackity who fumbled with his pockets before taking a red metal disc out, almost as quickly as he searched for it he placed it on the floor, causing a puddle of black to ooze out of the disc before it dashed off in the direction of the angry God, taking the disc with it.

Watching it Tubbo then watched as the ooze sprouted four giant spider-like legs lifting the disc into the air as a figure then formed around the disc, and as the figure formed a bright red swing dress Tubbo realised who it was. Quackity had just summoned Sloth, adopted daughter of the God of Dreams, but there was only one title she had that Tubbo knew when he was raised in the Godly realm, the child who eats nightmares.

As Tubbo stared in awe at seeing the red-dressed demon he felt a familiar presence he hadn't felt in a long time, causing him to turn around to face the direction of where the aura was coming from, and when he did he saw a familiar sight, his father, the God of vaults, Iskall, and his three friends, Grian the trickster God, Stress the Goddess of adventure and the God of technology, Doc. While the sight of his father and family friends was nice and comforting to see them again, dread filled him when he realised how serious it must have been for the presence of the Blood God to reach them in Hermitcraft. He then realised something very important, where the fuck was Tommy?

“Go fish!”
“Tommy, we are playing Uno.”

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Chapter 11: A very weird and bad way to start the day

Sapnap was having a very odd day. It started with a dream where he met a dark skinned girl with glowing pure white eyes, a pair of horns sticking out her hair and a red dress, who introduced herself as his guardian demon for the night. She then told him an interesting tale about drug safety and how he shouldn’t have drank such a strong potion the day before right before going to bed.

“And before you interrupt me, even if it does help with keeping your powers under control, that kind of dependency is dangerous,” She had said in a stern voice, with the contents of her warnings being more unsettling due to how young she looked with so much knowledge on the subject.

As she continued to ramble about the importance of drug and potion safety, Sapnap watched as the sky surrounding the playground they were in was slowly warping, with spirals of different colours and waves dotting and spreading around, becoming reminiscent of descriptions he’d heard from the others about a drug trip.

Then he woke up at noon to the electrifying feeling of another God going into their true form, and out his window he saw the Blood God terrorising Tommy, which he honestly didn’t react to at first, kinda just thought it was still a dream till he hit his shin on the corner of his bed. It hurt. A lot… And he might have to replace a wall due to, allegedly, throwing a fireball straight through it.

It then got weirder when he saw a person with giant spider-like legs chase after the Blood God who was wearing a bright red dress similar to one the ‘demon’ he saw in his dreams wore… He then decided that he should probably go find the others to figure out what the fuck is going on.

Despite how he wished to go search for Tommy, upon being calmed down by his father Tubbo was given the task of making sure all the mortals, Gods that weren’t experienced in fighting and any unknown Gods who lived in the surrounding area were accounted for and taken to a safe location, as he was the President of the land and would be the one the others were most likely to trust the most. Or at least more than they would trust Dream and his friends… Or a group of random strangers. After sending a message on his communicator alerting anyone in the area to go to Church Prime, and a sense of relief when he saw a message from Dream saying Tommy was okay, Tubbo ventured out to make sure the rest of his friends and fellow residents were safe.

The hardest to convince to go to a safe space was Jack, who kept freaking out in the form of spamming in the chat, and when Tubbo went to try calm Jack down in person it turned into screaming, demanding an explanation, calling Tubbo a prick and an arse, before finally getting picked up and placed over Captain Puffy’s shoulder after she saw the commotion while heading to the church.

Upon doing a role call of the people within Church Prime Tubbo realised there was someone else missing along with Tommy, Skeppy. At first he wasn’t too worried, but after getting no response when he privately messaged Skeppy and was then told by Bad Skeppy wasn’t with him, he started to panic a little. Before his brain could send itself into full panic mode by making anxiety ridden thoughts on his location, a hand was softly placed on his shoulder.

“Hey Tubbo, is everything alright? You look pale,” Niki whispered, standing within arms reach of Tubbo.
“Y-Yeah, everythings… Yeah no, there’s no point lying to you. Skeppy isn’t responding and Bad says he’s not with him either, meaning he’s unaccounted for,” Tubbo explained between pauses in his speech, that his brain needed to calm down to try not yell at Niki which would alert the others as to Skeppy being missing, as well as giving him time to figure out what he needed to say next.
“Okay, but don’t worry, I’m sure the others will keep an eye out on the field for him. Also, do you by chance know where Tommy is?”
“No but Dream messaged me earlier to say that he was okay, and while I don’t fully trust him, I do hope he isn’t the kind of guy to lie in a situation like this.”
“I’m sure they’ll keep an eye out for him too, just in case,” Niki said with a reassuring smile on her face, lightly patting his shoulder before going to where Jack was sitting to get him to stop yelling at her girlfriend.

Yeah. Tommy and Skeppy will be okay.

At the bottom of the pit Tommy was bored out of his mind. The card games had been abandoned forevverrrrr ago (in his mind), and with nothing else to do he was stuck laying on his back looking up at the bits of the sky he could see that weren’t blocked by the overhang of the natural archway of the mountain above, the slight sliver of the circular hanging house making him go mad within his mind as he tried to remember who built and owned the thing.

“UGGGGGHHHHHH, How long have we been down here?” Tommy complained to Loveday who sat a few metres away from Tommy, who took a pause from the reorganising of the scattered cards caused by Tommy before responding.
“Thirty minutes,” a few seconds of silence followed as Tommy processed the new information before he opened his mouth again.
“UGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

The only thing going through Skeppy’s mind at the moment was ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck’ on repeat. Why was this the only thing going through his mind you might ask? Well he has been falling for about five minutes.

Okay so, remember that portal to a Godly plane Tommy fell into a while ago? Skeppy went for a walk and found one himself. However unfortunately for Skeppy, the one he has fallen into is a lot longer of a trip and while Tommy fell into one not knowing it was a portal, using the bits and pieces Bad has told Skeppy over the years ever since the taller man admitted to being a God, Skeppy understands that he has probably fallen into a portal.

After figuring out that this was a portal to a Godly realm Skeppy started to freak out because of a thing Bad had said years ago that set off alarms in the short diamond hybrid’s head, ‘If a mortal falls into one, it can be a while to find them due to how they don’t have a powerful aura that alerts fellow Gods or followers of that God to their presence’. Last Skeppy had checked, he was indeed a mortal. The longer Skeppy fell, the more his mind built up scenarios where Bad won’t be able to find the plane he fell into till he is nothing but a blue and lifeless form… Like a regular boring diamond, instead of one that’s a cool dude like him.

The rate the ‘fucks’ ran through his brain when he realised that he was heading towards a bright light after nothing but darkness, and while he was excited to get out of the portal tunnel, he then remembered that due to physics being a weird but real thing, he’s about to get fucking yeeted into a unknown direction and potentially a unknown object. As the light drew closer and closer, Skeppy closed his eyes and braced for impact, curling up into a protective ball.

The moment he knew he had stopped falling was when the right side of his body collided with what felt like a weird cross between sand and gravel, or some very stone filled sand. The noise from the impact against the diamond parts of his body makes him wince, while praying that he hasn’t hurt himself in any way, having to wait until the adrenaline faded to know for sure. Too scared to open his eyes to see where he’s ended up, Skeppy stayed in the ball position with his eyes screwed shut.

He then heard crunching noises, ones that sounded similar to when an item gets run over by a minecart, making his ears react like he’d heard a dull sword being dragged down stone in an echoey cave. The noise alone was enough motivation to open his eyes and to find the source of the sound, which was surprisingly easy.

The sight he was greeted with was of a demon that looked very similar to Bad, but instead of his black and red get-up, this demon wore a blue flapper girl get-up, including a feather head piece sticking out from her hair. He was about to smile and introduce himself to the new demon when he realised what the source of the sound was.

This demon was staring him down while eating diamonds like they were pieces of candy… He is fucked.

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Chapter 12: Siblings

If there were two things Dream was willing to admit at this moment, the first was it was a stupid idea to not give Tommy a heads up about Drista being a God, but in his defence he had assumed Tommy would have realised that considering Drista is Dream’s sister, and Tommy knew Dream himself was a God, meaning it would make sense that she was also a God. And the second was that despite their sudden appearance, the help from the Gods that resided in Hermitcraft was needed and greatly appreciated. Even if the whole time a voice in the back of his head was reminding him of how far the warning about an angry God being a threat travelled. He could only pray that his parents and siblings would be able to handle the questions the Council would be presented with within the upcoming days.

Soon a plan was formed, Four and Raspberry had already claimed their roles, with them both stating that they were going to do nothing but follow the instructions given to them by the Gods they serve and the Council, keep Tommy and Quackity out of harm's way, resulting in those two having the instinct to guide the Blood God as far away from where the mortals they guarded were, away from L’Manberg and the holy land of the Church of Prime. Dream also knew they were also trying to avoid Bad who had also come to help.

Speaking of which, Bad was given a simple role. Make sure Sapnap doesn’t destroy anything to a major extent while they guide the Blood God towards the ocean, the plan being that Four would use her trident to create a portal in the water to Wilbur’s plane of Utah. This would mean she would be far away from any mortals she could hurt, especially Tommy. Everyone else then had the same role, getting Drista to the ocean. With all the Gods and followers (Four, Raspberry and Technoblade) together, this should be easy.

Tommy was understandably annoyed when the all-clear to get out of the hole was given after a total of two hours, as well as how the way Loveday decided to get him out of the hole was by carrying him under her arm, the only thing stopping him from falling being a single arm hooked around his waist. Being held like he would hold a sack or some shit like that. The worst bit was that when he tried to ask what had happened, Dream had simply laughed, messed with his hair and said ‘That’s a story for a different day’ like a BITCH!

After that encounter Four didn’t hesitate to go up to Tommy and make sure he was okay, it stung his heart a little with how her face reminded him of the same concerned expression Wilbur had back before the days of Pogtopia. Mumbling a response saying he was okay as he looked down trying to blink away tears that threatened to form.

Before she could ask him if he was sure Sapnap asked if he could talk to her, Loveday and the short girl that looked like Loveday in a red dress, who Tommy assumed must be the Raspberry that was assigned to Quackity. Tommy took note of how when Bad tried to join them, Sapnap snapped saying that didn’t include him, and after that the four of them walked out of sight, heading towards the docks.

Due to all the thoughts running through Tommy’s head, he decided it would be best to just go back home, but as he passed by the winding river by the hole, he could have sworn he saw Wilbur, but as fast as he saw his dead brother he disappeared, looking as if the figure in the water took a step back. After shaking his head, Tommy crossed the river to get back onto the prime path to walk home. He pretended that he couldn’t hear Techno calling after him as he went, clenching his hands a little when he heard Phil tell Techno to just let him go.

Even though the sun wasn’t even close to setting, he felt exhausted, and just went to bed, but instead of passing out as he hit the pillow like he thought he would, he just cried. He had kept himself busy for so long to ignore the sad feelings that had bubbled in his chest and mind for months, but after seeing Technoblade and Phil, seeing how worried Four looked, seeing an illusion of his long-dead brother, all paired with the realisation of how many people cared for him and came to his rescue the dam broke. He fell asleep with red tear-stained eyes, a wet patch on his pillow and longing for his brother.

Meanwhile, the conversation that Sapnap was having with the trio of demon sisters had a very different tone. Upon getting out of sight of the rest of the mortals and Gods that helped with dealing with the Blood God, he stopped walking causing the three following him to stop as well. Sapnap decided then and there, it was too late to turn back now, and if Bad wouldn’t answer his questions, these three would.

“Are you tied to Bad because of him being the God of Corruption?” he asked, flat out, trying to keep a stoic face, but he suspected that his eyes were showing how desperate for the truth he was.
“Ha, no wonder you are his favourite child,” Loveday responded, a smirk painting her face “Yes, we are.”
“Is he how you three are sisters?” He asked, not backing down, her response clicking another puzzle piece into place.
“Yes, we are, we also have another sister and quite a few brothers,” Four and Raspberry looked at each other, talking with their faces asking if either knew what was going on.
“... Am I one of your brothers?” He could feel the tears of an unknown feeling in the corners of his eyes.
“... Yes,” this time her smirk changed to a small sad smile, and even with her lack of pupils anyone could see that she was slowly fearing his reaction.
“... Can I please hug you?” without giving him a verbal response, Loveday simply stepped forward and embraced her youngest brother in a tight hug, almost to prove she was really there.

Eventually, Sapnap felt two more pairs of arms wrapping around him, letting him know Four and Raspberry joined in, after a few minutes of silent crying and hugging, he heard Four whisper.

“I just realised this means I lost a bet,” her monotone voice providing the perfect tension breaker, causing the group of siblings to laugh in the middle of the plains just outside L’Manberg.

After a few more minutes they separated, Four quickly rushed off to go see how Tommy was again, Loveday returning to Dream to give him a rundown of how Tommy was during the event, meanwhile Raspberry decided to show Sapnap a fun trick she could do. That was the day Sapnap learned that demons have a second mouth they can decide to show or not, where their jawline actually split to show rows of pitch black teeth and a pure white inside, just like their normal mouth just with smaller and far sharper teeth.
Sapnap decided that he would never let his arm get anywhere close to Bad or any of his siblings' faces if they were angry with him, out of fear he’d have their fucking heads slit open to bite him.

When Tommy woke up the next day, beside his bed he saw Four’s disk, meaning she had eventually come by and seen him asleep, deciding to not wake him up and simply left without saying goodbye. Before the sadness that realisation could hit him he then realised that despite the feeling of a blanket of some sort being on him, he fell asleep atop his covers, looking down at what was actually on him he realised it was Four’s half-cape. With a smile, he fell back asleep pulling the cape closer, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to sleep in.

It would be the second time he woke up he’d find that by his front door/archway she had left a note for him.

‘You are an amazing kid Tommy, if I didn’t already have brothers I’d call you one, but I'll say this instead. You are like the cool cousin I’d have fun seeing at reunions, and I’m sure my nephews would agree, lol.’

The tears that wanted to spill disappeared over the confusion of if she had ever said she had nephews before setting in. Almost like she knew it would stop him from crying more. He knew that Ranboo was likely her nephew but she had just revealed there were more of the fuckers, are they from a different sibling or are there more Ranboos in the world? So many questions rattled around in his half-asleep brain, one very quiet voice in the back of his mind saying ‘Didn’t she say she wore the cloak to hide her not human-looking bits?’

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Chapter 13: How to make friends with a demon, step 1, trick another

Of all the names of a land where Gods, Demons and the souls of the dead live, Skeppy personally wouldn’t expect one of them to be named realm of the blue, part of the Plane of the Dead. He was thankful for the fact that the blue dressed demon didn’t kill him when they met, instead she simply kept the staring contest up for a bit before speaking.
“Are you Skeppy?”
“Y-yeah,” if the tremble in his voice was from fear or due to how minutes before he had been screaming due to falling down the portal to this realm he was not sure.
“Follow me,” simple, straight to the point, and with a light pivot she turned 180 degrees and started to walk away, with Skeppy scrambling to his feet to follow.

Which led to the situation he was in now, walking through a city littered with blackstone skyscrapers that reached up to the sky that was covered in what he could tell looked too green to be stars, where instead of trees red tentacle-like vines sprouted and wrapped around the light blue tinted street lanterns that line the black and white concrete road.
It was easy to follow her even while she walked faster than him, due to how the feather acted like a flag, sticking up above her head, between her horns that curled into a 9, but it was hard to stay focused due to the grey skinned and pupil-less people of the town. It was even harder to focus once Skeppy realised the grey people were floating.
His focus was broken when he managed to focus on the space between a grey person and the sidewalk when he bumped into the demon.

“Watch where you are going, come on, in here,” and up the stairs into a blackstone tower, the building seemed taller than the rest, the diamond window frames and gold lining making it stand out even more compared to the monotone black buildings.

Skeppy followed her up the stairs to a pair of giant golden doors, large enough that Skeppy reckoned that if Bad were there, they’d be the first pair of doors he’s ever seen Bad not have to duck down to enter. Even at their own home the doors were a few feet too short for Bad. Once he had reached the top of the stairs the demon opened the door.

“You first.”
“Oh, okay,” Skeppy stepped into the building, being greeted with a hall.

The floor and ceiling were blackstone bricks, and the walls were blue concrete. At the end of the hall was another set of gold doors, but this time the doors were lined with polished deepslate, with glowing faces carved into the upper corners and a single warped button on the right side. But what drew his attention the most, were the statues atop pedestals.
There were eight grey, faceless statues, but they did still have clothes that were sculpted onto them, almost merging with the ‘skin’, and the three things that made them different to each other were the body shapes, the poses and the glowing items or spots.
The first looked like it was being yanked back, a pink ring around its neck, and its skirt flared up, looking like the hand that was reaching out to the second figure had been holding the skirt. The second had a lime green knife, positioned like it was about to strike down on someone, this time the skirt looked more close to its body, the way clothes stick when wet.
The third looked more round than the first two, like it was falling forwards, a bright orange spot on the back of its head, no skirt this time, but it did seem to have poofy sleeves, the pirate kinda ones. The fourth had it’s arm raised like it was aiming to shoot, a yellow spot over it’s chest where the heart is, a cowboy hat atop its head.
Next was a slightly shorter, younger looking one, the clothes seemed like an old nightgown and instead of a spot or an item, neon green lined the hole that went through the figure’s waist. The six one had a shorter skirt than the rest and also had the most unique of the poses, looking like it was falling backwards towards the ground, legs, arms and head more up than the figure’s back, that was entirely blue.
The seventh was also shorter and younger looking, with an old army helmet on top of its head, it looked like it was falling backwards with a purple spot in its shoulder, and entirely purple legs. Then finally came the eighth, it had a 50s style dress, an arm raised towards their neck, and the other outstretched, and a bright red spot where the figure’s mouth would be.

A loud bang behind Skeppy freed him from continuing to be lost in thought, and with a swift turn of his head he discovered the noise was from the demon closing the golden doors behind them.

“Follow,” she said without looking down at Skeppy, instead she walked to the end of the hall to the second pair of golden doors, leaving Skeppy to have to do a light jog to catch up due to their height difference also meaning she walked a lot faster than him. It reminded him of Bad… He was then fairly certain if Bad finds out he is here he might be a dead man.
“Sooo,” Skeppy said, breaking the silence to give his brain something else to think about, “Got a name I can call you?”
“... Greed,” she answered pressing the button next to the doors, causing a bell noise and the doors opened by themselves, revealing a box with more warped buttons on the walls, each with a different label.

Lobby, Lust, Gluttony, Wrath, Envy, Pride, Sloth, Chaos and Greed. It made sense that Greed would get the penthouse. Greed then walked into the box, hand hovering over the button below her name while she waited for Skeppy to walk in, and once he had she pressed it causing the doors to close.

“Before I send you back to your plane, I have a few questions I would like to ask you,” Greed said, once again not looking down at Skeppy as she addressed him.
“Sounds good.”
“First question, is it true that as a prank you tricked Bad into signing a marriage certificate a few years ago, and he still doesn’t know?” she asked before a bell sound played again, and the doors opened up to a new room that the pair walked into, with light blue walls with smooth quartz lining the top and bottom, a blackstone brick floor, smooth quartz ceiling and a third set of gold doors lined with polished deepslate, but this time a pair of black slightly taller featureless statues with glowing dark blue swirls carved into the body guarded the doors.
“Oh yeah, still surprised he hasn’t noticed it, had it framed and put up in our house.”

This made Greed physically pause, with her arms and hands frozen in the air from where she was about to push open the golden doors. She then slowly turned to face Skeppy, a look of surprise in her blank eyes.

“Are you serious?” A thin layer of doubt painted Greed’s voice.
“Yep.”
“... I’m impressed.”
“Thank you.”
“That does however lead to my second question, are you aware of what being married to a God means for mortals?”
“Nope.”
“Okay…” Her arms went from their frozen midair state to being pressed together, the tips of her fingers pressed to her lips “… Can we please continue this conversation in my office?”
“That sounds good.”

Greed turned around again, this time she properly opened the golden doors but instead of stepping in she just stared at what she saw. Looking in Skeppy saw a room with netherite floor, gold, iron, emeralds and diamonds were imbedded randomly within the expensive blocks, and sat at the couch at the end was- WAIT-

“SCHLATT?!” Skeppy yelled, shocked to see the guy he was 150% sure was fucking dead, sat on the couch, looking even more alive than he did as president.
“Oh hey Skeppy,” Schlatt replied, “The fuck you doing here?”
“He’s here because he fell down a portal to this plane, why are you here and why are those three with you?” Venom dripped from Greed’s voice, her anger thinly veiled.
“Right so, this lot,” Schlatt paused to point his finger at the three people sat next to him “Managed to accidentally make what they call ‘black lung,’ there was a fourth but he’s getting treated so can’t be here, but the Council said to bring them to your plane since no one here needs their lungs so… Yeah.”
“... I’ll deal with you all later, please follow me Skeppy,” Greed walked to a door on the left side of the room, and after going through held the door open for Skeppy to follow her inside.

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Chapter 14: Poem of Corruption’s children

When the sunset first occurred, Corruption awoke,
And humans made deals to invoke,
There were however seven who caught the attention of the Gods,
With a deal saying that should they reach a unjust death,
That the killers would be brought to justice no matter the odds,
And with that the Gods could pick who owns their body, soul and breath.

The first was killed with a rope for trying to run after rejecting a man,
And justice was served with him dying to the one she did love, a woman,
In death she became the embodiment of Lust,
But her love made a deal with the God that brought them together Love,
Lust became a child of Corruption the moment the murderer was killed just,
And with the deal they forever loved, in their home covered with ivy, alliums and foxglove.

Next came a man who was hit over the head,
And there he lay in a sinking ship, left good as dead,
Luckily for him there was a witness who saw the crime,
Down in the depths of the the ocean both he and his killer now lie,
And while the ship and crew were lost to time,
Gluttony refused to die.

Third was the protector of his town,
In a duel before ten was called was when he was shot down,
Remembered as a powerful, not always fair but oddly kind sheriff,
The opponent was also shot but sent down the river,
And the thirds right hand man was left with a town of roughscuff,
While with pride, Wrath watched the new officer.

For the fourth her life started with her mother’s soul leaving,
When she was five her brother left home but a return from him she never stopped believing,
He never did return so her father had no choice but to name her heiress,
After he died her brother did return but instead of love it was a spike through her torso,
The butler that helped raise her brought the brothers crime out from the darkness,
Now forever the mistress of the house, Lady Envy’s presence forever casting a shadow.

Next came a girl with a life of glamour,
It was ended when a close friend couldn’t repay a favour due to being a gambler,
In a time where she thought it was her friends she could trust,
Off the roof she was sent because her friend never filled his end of a deal,
While the fence of the house she died on the land of now has rust,
The city Greed built in the Plane of the Abandoned was made of gold and not steel.

In the middle of a war we find the second to last,
Shot by an ally caused him to trip onto a trap that took his lower half and he was killed by the blast,
Despite how there were no enemies around the doctors did find a bullet hole,
His scouting partner was then questioned,
He was imprisoned and executed for his traitorous role,
But nowadays at the train station between planes, you will find Pride stationed.

Finally we have the girl who was doomed the moment she took a bite from her plate,
And when she slept her dreams started to become a horrific state,
The doctors she was sent to after being found outside were able to find the poison that took her out,
For she was smart and had tried to go to the home of their neighbour that was a doctor,
The one who poisoned her went unwillingly with the police with a shout,
While she became Sloth, a soulless but forevermore free monster.

One thing the seven never understood was when Corruption left,
He left without a goodbye, sneaking out of the plane of the damned with deft,
Love and Lust paired up, shifting so one could never tell them apart,
While almost like an apology for the nightmares she died seeing, the God of Dreams took in Sloth,
Wrath treated his role in the God of Time’s library of records like it was an art,
But what all seven never denied is that despite how late he met them, the eighth child was from the same cloth.

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Chapter 15: Welcome to Godhood

Fundy had felt numb, at least since last November. Something about your Dad blowing up the only place you have known as your home does that, it got a bit worse after Eret failed to show up on adoption day. And then his plans with Niki for Dry Waters fell through, due to his own choices of deciding to focus on his work in L’Manberg instead. The days that the numbness was the worst was when his mind decided to remind him of how far away everyone else in his family was.
Phil was with Technoblade, having moved away after hearing the abandoned idea of executing Technoblade (Tubbo decided to not go through with it, remembering how being executed felt and not wanting someone else to feel that way). Fundy hardly ever talked to Tommy, as he has ended up hanging out a lot more with Quackity and Puffy. Then there are his parents… Fundy hoped wherever they ended up was okay.

Then one day a strange thing happened, not as strange as the day he saw a giant Drista chasing Tommy (whatever that was, Fundy kinda just went back to bed before being dragged to the church by Tubbo), he woke up to a package at his front door. Inside was a dreamcatcher, made up of three rings in a row with the largest at the top, smallest at the bottom. The top had a pattern made with orange string and four ostrich feathers hung from it secured with white beads, the middle had light blue string and two crow feathers hung from it secured with lime green beads, and the bottom had a mix of light blue, red, lime green and orange strings but instead of a feather hanging from it, an emerald was there. After taking the dreamcatcher out of the box, he found a note at the bottom.
It read “Dear Fundy, you don’t know who I am but that is fine. However, myself and a few others would like to meet you, to talk to you about some stuff that might be hard to understand in a simple letter. So if you would kindly humour us, please hang this dreamcatcher before you go to bed tonight. We hope to see you soon, and should you hang it, don’t panic, it's just a dream. Best wishes, Lady Evaline.”

After deciding he had nothing better to do, he did hang the mysterious item, even if it was a prank it was nice to be acknowledged. He did slightly regret this when his dream started with him underwater, his brain confused seeing water and yet not feeling the sensation of being in water. This confusion was short lived when from the back of his jacket he felt like he was being yanked out of the water, and then placed on a wooden floor the weird feeling of wet clothes making him question if someone from L’manberg had actually thrown him into the water.
“Sorry, Raspberry had assured me that you would have ended up here on the boat but there is always a margin for error,” a mysterious demonic-like voice said from behind him, causing him to turn around to face the speaker.
Fundy was greeted by the sight of a woman, a tall woman who looked to be around Bad’s height, and the similarities to Bad continued. Same black skin, same white eyes, same void like mouth, but then they stopped, her horns grew a bit more sideways than forwards, she had black hair with neon green stripes that was tied up in a ponytail, and she wore a military uniform of sorts, with a hole around the left side of her waist where red vines came out, a few wrapping around her waist like a weird belt.
“Allow me to introduce myself, I am Lady Evaline, but you may call me Evaline, Envy or Four, whichever you may prefer. Thank you for doing as my note said.”
“Where the fuck am I?” Fundy asked, trying to keep eye contact with her, and not look back down at the weird red vines.
“You are in a dream state, it is a never ending ocean that has this boat we are standing on. I’m afraid if you have any more questions you will have to save them for the meeting in the Captain's quarters.”
“Oh… Okay.”
“I’m sorry for how blunt I’m being, but we aren’t sure how long we will be able to keep you in here before you decide to wake up so we just want to get the introduction done right away cause my sister is prepared to keep you here but can only do that for so long, so please follow me to get the shock out of the way,” while Fundy’s mind was still processing everything Evaline was saying, she turned around and quickly walked to where he assumed the Captain's quarters were, the sound of hooves on wood snapping him out of his stupor and start to follow her.
He wasn’t sure what she had ment about shock until he realised who was standing there in the corner of the room. His Dad. Wilbur Soot. Looking more alive and happy than when he had ever seen the man. Not knowing what else to really do, Fundy turned around and tried to exit the room, only to get pulled back by the neck of his shirt by Evaline and was basically shoved into the chair at the desk.

“Okay so, basic run down, due to you being married to Bad you are entitled to Godhood, you can decide later what your title shall be but one power that does kinda come with being tied to him is shapeshifting, as you can see here on this document,” Greed said as she slipped a paper across her desk to Skeppy before returning to sorting through her file filled drawers searching for anything she could use to help explain this to Skeppy before having to return to whatever the group of idiots in her hall had done.
“Oh cool, what does shapeshifting include?” Skeppy asked, skimming the paper that had been given to him.
“Ah anything really to do with physical appearance, one of my siblings uses it so they can present however they want, feminine, masculine, that sorta stuff. I typically use it for height related stuff-”
“Wait so I could make myself taller?”
“Among other things yes,” within Greed’s head she cursed whoever had seen her file drawers and decided they needed reorganising.
“... Do you think I could prank Bad with that?”
“If you want, another option is slowly day by day making yourself taller till he notices- Ahah! Here it is,” and out from the drawers Greed fished out a piece of paper, yellow with age and slightly charred at the edges “Here it is, the list of other powers you can choose from, there are more but these are the more general ones, the rest require you choosing what kind of God you want to be first.”
“I can pick what kind of God I am?”
“Yes, on the other side of this paper should be that list,” she explained all but shoving the paper into Skeppy’s hands, “Look I’m really sorry but I need to get to whatever Schlatt and Co have done, if you go behind the curtains in the back of the room there should be a portal, just think about your house and it will take you there. Oh shit before I forget, take this disk, it basically acts like a communicator, don’t ask me how I really don’t know.”
“Oh okay, bye Greed,” Skeppy replied as he got up from his chair opposite where Greed was sitting, picked up the strange blue disk and started walking to the curtains. Behind him he heard Greed get up from her’s and rush to open her door back into the hallway.
“Okay so what happened-”
“It was Slime’s idea!”
“Dude, what the fuck?! We agreed to equally taking the blame?!” Those were the last two things Skeppy heard before he decided he didn’t want to see how this would play out and simply stepped into the portal and found himself in his bedroom on the mortal plane.
He decided to check to see if he had missed any messages, to be met with a bunch from Bad asking where he was and something about it not being safe, looked safe outside his window. Eh, he’ll reply in a bit, for now he needs a nap.

Fundy wished he was still feeling numb. Right now he was processing a lot of things:
His Dad isn’t dead and apparently his mother isn’t either
His Dad is a god and mother is a deity/minor God making Fundy a deity but of a unknown level
The reason why he is of an unknown level is because he is a rare deity on account of being naturally born (Odd flex but okay)
Evaline is basically Wilbur’s employee/Tommy’s babysitter
Tommy doesn’t know Wilbur isn’t dead so he has to keep it a secret

It was the final one in his mind that didn’t make sense, why would Wilbur want Fundy to know he was alive before Tommy knew? The spiralling thoughts swarmed around his mind, getting so inside his head he doesn’t realise that the once calm ocean waves have turned to stormy ones. He can’t hear Wilbur trying to talk to him, nor hear Evaline talk to Raspberry in the corner, or feel the metal disc that is placed in his hands before he wakes up in bed.

Only then, does he realise the disc in his hands, that has a simple note attached. ‘Dear Fundy, I hope you like this, she let me help design it for you - Wilbur’ the small piece of paper, proof that the dream was real. But there was one thought that pushed that one aside once it had formed. His Dad gave him a present, it has been a while since he had gotten one.

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Hi all,
Just writing this to say sorry for not updating in a while, university is not fun lol. The update is very close to being posted it just has one finishing touch that is gonna be fun to figure out, but I just wanted to say two things, 1) HAPPY HALLOWEEN and 2) In like 3 hours in my timezone I turn 21. That is so crazy to think about and idk why. Also shout out to the people who gave this kudos even after I hadn't posted in a while, every time I got the email about those I kinda just stared and wondered 'How tf did you find this???'.

As thanks for your patience + for reaching 20 kudos & 600 hits, if any of you guys have any questions about the AU and/or its characters please comment them below, even if it is about someone that isn't a part of DSMP I can assure you, I have probably thought about their role in this AU at least once, lmao. I honestly never thought so many people would be interested in this and it's really nice to see so thank you all ^-^

I only have 1 more major uni assignment coming up but after that, I will have a lot more free time which will probably go to writing some stuff for this AU or for one of the other ones I have in my mind. I'm thinking of making this part of a series folder thing where I can post some other stories that don't really fit into the timeline/lore for this story, so if you guys think you'd be interested please say so.

See you again soon ~ LMK

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Chapter 16: Letters of love

If you asked Puffy what she saw as the greatest mystery that came with dating a God in a mortal body, she would give the honest answer of “I have no idea what the notes she keeps passing me mean.” About a week after they were all ushered into the Prime Church for their safety, Niki started slipping Puffy books with every ‘Good morning’ they greeted each other with, these books were filled with what seemed to be random lines, squares, rectangles and crosses. While they confused her she kept every single one, even building a custom bookshelf to hold them in, and used a quill with yellow dye on the end to mark down the books in the order Niki had given them in. Once she reached fifteen of these random books she decided to ask Niki what they meant, only to be replied with a red face and a quick subject change.

Once it reached twenty, Puffy decided to ask one of the fellow Gods what it meant, starting with Tubbo who actually answered her.
“I’m sorry Puffy,” he responded “You are gonna have to ask one of the older Gods what that says, my dyslexia is not doing me any favours right now, but I can tell you that it is in the alphabet we use in the Godly plains.”
“Okay, thanks anyways Tubbo… Also, who exactly are the older Gods? Don’t really know how old everyone is.”
“Oh well, Niki, Dream and Bad are the three oldest ones that are around here, so if Niki isn’t telling you, those two are probably your best bets.”
“Okay, great, thanks Tubbo!” With book twenty under her arm she walked down the prime path waving goodbye with the other hand.

Puffy went to try ask Bad, only to be met at the door by Skeppy (who seemed taller? No, no, couldn’t be, she must be mistaken) who explained that Bad was with Sapnap dealing with family drama stuff, so after a quick thanks and bye, she went to try ask Dream for the answers. Once she handed him the book to read after he agreed to help, after a quick look at the lines, squares and crosses he replied with a short laugh.

“Well, there are two options, would you like a direct translation or are you open to learning how to read this yourself?”

Learning the alphabet to a language very few mortals know was interesting to say the least, main thing was taking that alphabet and translating it into the words on the pages on the book before her using the page of letters Dream had written out so she could complete her self given task, offering his help whenever she got stuck on a letter.

By the end of the day she had successfully translated the books, but the one she had shown to Tubbo and Dream was one of her favourites, it read;

'My dearest Puffy,
The keeper of my heart,
I adore how your hair is always fluffy,
And I love how you are always so smart,
No flower I have ever made matches your beauty.
I love you Puffy.'

Puffy learned from Dream that ‘keeper of my heart’ was seen as one of the highest ways to refer to a partner, just behind spouse, for while a God can take on mortal flesh their heart stays the same, the meaning being ‘you have my love for the rest of time.’ Puffy might have cried a little hearing how much she meant to Niki, but that lead to her coming up with a gift to give to Niki when she was handed book number twenty-one and so off home she went, with the paper of the translated alphabet and a note Dream had asked her to pass on to Niki. She didn’t know what was in the note as Dream told her to not read it, but did say that Niki would understand what it meant.

The next morning, Puffy woke up to knocking at her door, a light smile forming as she stood up to open the door to greet Niki. Puffy then discovered a side effect of her great idea was making Niki worried from the toll staying up all night had on Puffy’s appearance, but it did result in Niki gently holding the others face while Puffy laughed between reassurances of her being fine just a little tired. Paired with a light kiss on the cheek, Niki handed Puffy the book of secret love messages and as she tried to leave was surprised by Puffy holding out a book of her own.

“While I understand that you have things to do, can I please get your thoughts on this?” Puffy asked, trying to hide her nervous thoughts about how Niki would take the long message that she had written, while also praying in her mind to the Gods that she didn’t mess anything in the message up (Puffy would be reminded later that day by Niki, that this meant even she had received the prayer from her girlfriend which let her know something was up) while trying to keep eye contact with Niki, a light expression of surprise coated her lovers face.
“O-Oh, okay,” and with that Niki opened the book, the light expression growing into a full body reaction, resulting in Niki almost dropping the book when she whipped her head back up to look at Puffy “H-how did you- When did you learn this?”
“Keep reading,” Puffy prayed once again that she didn’t fuck this whole thing up.

As Niki kept reading, tears of joy started to spill from her eyes, resulting in a quick break of reading that consisted of Puffy wiping her tears, kissing her softly all over the God’s face before leading her inside the house so they could have some privacy while Niki continued to read as the pair were curled up together, hugging each other as they sat on Puffy’s floor. Light laughter filling the room when Niki noticed the little drawings Puffy had made to fill in the rest of the space on the second page, with a warm heart when she recognised the magnolia, paired with the rose and red tulip. Love of nature, love and declaration of love to sign off a love letter, how perfect.

Now while they never spoke it aloud, the book read as follows;

‘Dear Niki, The beautiful God of nature,
I hope you like this surprise and that I do not spell anything wrong,
Please excuse how messy this is, I just felt like you deserved your own message.
You are the love of my life,
and being able to look outside and see your creations brings me comfort,
Because it means you always surround me,
it even makes leaves that get stuck in my hair melt my heart,
I may not always be with you physically but please know I am in your heart,
As I am the keeper of your heart as much as you are the keeper of mine.
I must admit I got help learning how to write this so I don’t get full credit for this,
I actually have a note to pass on to you from him so please remind me to hand it to you.
I don’t know how to speak this language yet,
but I am willing to learn if that would make you happy to have someone to talk to.
And above all, I love you too Niki.’

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Chapter 17: Courtroom cases

Niki’s day was off to an amazing start, her whole body feeling warm from the letter Puffy had given her, a thought in the back of her mind whispering of how those who serve her in her realm will appreciate the kind weather. Then when noon had come about, Puffy had remembered that she had some errands to do and right before they parted ways for the day Puffy handed her the note that was mentioned in the letter.

Closing the door behind her after she had waved goodbye to her love till her eyes could no longer see her, she opened the note to see two symbols. One being the symbol showcasing a love blessed by the High Council, telling Niki that she was free to love Puffy without fear of punishment for loving a mortal woman, the second making her pause. She was being summoned by the High Council. Knowing that it was not a summoning for a punishment that left only one other option.

Fucking jury duty.

Niki was pleasantly surprised when she was instructed to sit next to the Keeper of the dream realm on the lower platform for witnesses, instead being met with a lack of jury of the middle platform while all seats of the Council were filled. From left to right, sat the Nanny, the demon Gawain who served Niki herself, Loveday who wore a plain white mask, the God of Dimensions, the God of Life, the God of Time, the God of Blood, the God of Death, the God of Justice, the God of Stories and finally the God of Lies.

Then from the pool of water at the opposite end of the courtroom a portal opened up and out stepped someone she hadn’t seen in a while, Wilbur Soot. As his body registered the change in location however he nearly fell back through the portal (he didn’t realise that due to how the portal worked he’d have to basically crawl through, not step), but was saved by a red tendril wrapping around his waist placing him safely on the floor of the courtroom. Then three more red tendrils emerged from the portal, the four total pressing down on the floor before Lady Evaline of Envy emerged from the portal, using the tendrils the same way an octopus uses it’s tentacles.
Niki had heard of Lady Evaline and the Egg before, but she’d never seen the two in person before despite their introduction as the body of Envy over a hundred years ago.

Lady Evaline stood next to Wilbur, her height and confidence making Wilbur seem small, but both were dressed in a military style uniform that matched in all but the colours save for their deep blue sashes. With Wilbur matching the white of the marble floor with his suit, paired with a cape of blue and green that mimicked the ocean on a sunny day, meanwhile Lady Evaline was dressed in black, green and dark blue, the Egg’s bright red colour standing out like it was a sore thumb. On Wilbur’s sash was a series of copper and emerald salmon brooches swimming down the sash, while Lady Evaline had two circle brooches, one being made of emerald but with a W carved into it to show who she served, the other being a pride flag made with lines of copper, gold, quartz, diamond and lapis, to show that no one will ever be the Keeper of her Heart. Around Lady Evaline’s horns were golden chains that had emerald kelp leaves dangling from them, a fancy way of reiterating who she serves.

It was then Niki realised what the case she was taking part in most likely was, Wilbur’s trial.

Wilbur had started the day feeling sick from nerves. Ever since the brief meeting he had been granted with Fundy, Evaline and him had been working hard to secure him this court date, had gone over every possible question they might ask in order to test if he was deserving of mercy or not, and now here he was. In the courtroom of the High Council and he nearly fell back into the portal to Utah, like a fucking idiot, but now he used the hope that the Egg wouldn’t cash in on the favour of not making Wilbur a total fool with something stupid. Before he can continue his inner monologue of insulting himself, the God of Life calls out from where she is standing on the tallest platform, her glowing white figure looking ethereal with her golden mask.

“Now that all parties are present, all council bodies and witnesses, please take your seats,” soon only Wilbur and Evaline were left standing up, the faces and masks of Gods and Server’s alike staring down at them “Today we will be discussing how to proceed with the case of the Water God, Wilbur.”
“To get a rounded perspective of Wilbur, the Nature God Nihachu will give her opinion of Wilbur from before he was given back Godhood, the body of Envy Lady Evalime will give her opinion of his character and progress that she has witnessed since he was given back his title, and Sire Lore the Keeper of the dream realm will give his opinion of Wilbur that is recent. By proxy, the Egg will also give its opinion,” stated the God of Time, from his chair next to his wife. With a nod of his head, the God of Justice stood up.
“Do you all swear to tell the truth?” They questioned.
“I swear,” declared Wilbur, Evaline, Niki and Sire Lore, after their truth was confirmed with a nod from the God of Lies, Life spoke once more.
“Good, let us begin. Just to remind all of why Wilbur was given his original punishment of mortality, which due to an untimely death turned into the prohibition and house arrest period. Alongside the God of Chaos, Schlatt, Wilbur caused a massive flood without permission, or without taking those the flood would harm into account, which Wilbur has previously pled guilty for, in this very courtroom a few decades ago. Today we will decide if the prohibition and house arrest is to continue, or if the next step of parole is to proceed, where he will be placed back in the mortal plane, under watchful eyes.”
“To start, Nihachu, please stand and give your words about Wilbur and the image of him you had,” Justice directed, with both her right arm and bright blue wing pointed in Niki’s direction.
“Ah yes,” Niki said before hastily standing up “I know Wilbur as a man who is very passionate, he was passionate about being a leader, a brother, a father and a friend. However, I will admit sometimes his passion would get overpowered by his pride. His reaction to losing the election due to Schlatt and Quackity secretly merging parties causing him to lose the majority vote they held was a prime showcase of this. But I do believe some time away from that stressful setting and to put his emotions in check will have done him good, and should he go on parole, I am willing to provide assistance keeping an eye on him to ensure he doesn’t break it.”
“I see no lie,” Lies was starting to sound bored.
“Good. Please sit down, Higher Nihachu,” Loveday spoke softer than the rest, but she also was probably trying to remain as neutral as she could without taking her sister’s side.
“Lady Evaline, and the Egg, please step forth,” Justice called.
“Greetings my Highers and fellow Servers,” Evaline said with a bow, two red vines mimicking arms also bowing to the Council.
“Can you both give assurance of Wilbur behaving in turn with the punishment you were assigned to watch over?” The God of Death asked.
“Yes Higher, the only time he came close to not was one incident on the first day when he nearly went through a watching pool to comfort his younger brother. The incident hasn’t been repeated since, but he did ask me to watch over Tommy to protect him while he himself couldn’t, proving Higher Nihachu’s statement of him being a passionate sibling. Further proving the truth to Higher Nihachu’s words, he also cashed in on a favour he won in a bet we had made to talk to his son, even though he was open to abusing such a limitless favour.”
“We understand the meeting has held in the dream realm, correct?” the God of Dimensions asked, though she likely already knew it was true.
“Yes Higher, and Sire Lore, Wilbur, my youngest sister and I all have copies of the contract we made regarding how the meeting was to be held. My brother Wrangle, the body of Wrath, was also provided a copy to put safely in the official records of the Gods.”
“I see no lies,” a bonk sound from Lies head hitting the table echoed through the courtroom “So boring.”
“Moving on, does the Egg have anything to add?” Justice asked, before being met with whispers only she and Evaline could hear “Thank you Egg, however we will not use that information because how good of a sacrifice he would have been isn’t relevant to the topic at hand.”
“Pardon me speaking out of turn Higher, but what Egg means by such things is in regards to how my father by blood would determine a fit sacrifice. If it is someone who is nothing but a sinner my father would dismiss it, but if it is a sinner who was redeemed, he saw it as more fitting because the redemption would mean they had a will to live. The Egg sees Wilbur as redeemed.”
“I see. Well in that case, thank you Egg for this information, I apologise for not understanding, you both can step back.”
“Thank you Higher.”
“Now, we shall ask Sire Lore’s image of Wilbur, if you will, sir,” The Nanny said, speaking up for the first time.
“Okay… I like him, he’s cool, he looked genuinely worried when his son started to panic and he was nice to Raspberry… Can I go now?”
“... Sir this is a very formal setting-” the God of Stories who up until now had been silently acting as a scribe, was cut off.
“And I have to work 24/7 due to how not every single entity in the universe sleeps on the same schedule, and I have never left Raspberry fully alone without any help before cause while I gave the others a break day, I didn’t know I’d be summoned her so I’m gonna go now. I wish you the best of luck Wilbur, I’m off.”
“... The Council will now take a private meeting in time to discuss the case further, if you would please start the pause my love,” Life turned to Time.
“Of course my dear,” Even without being able to see their expressions, Wilbur could tell the two God’s loved each other.
The next thing Wilbur knew, there was a second where the council turned to a flash of purple and green before switching back to their normal selves, but with Justice’s purple tie undone with the Nanny smiling brightly and her hat missing.
“We have reached a decision, now Wilbur, Lady Evaline has informed you of the final step we will take as the council, correct?” Justice asked, sounding exhausted, but only the Council knew how long they talked for.
“Correct.”
“Good, now let us start. Wilbur, God of Water, Keeper of Sally the Salmon deity’s heart, Carer of Fundy, Higher of Lady Evaline, step forth,” following the order from the God of Dimensions “Do you swear to rule the realm of Utah fairly?”
“I swear.”
“Do you swear to not abuse your powers without permission?” The God of Justice questioned.
“I swear.”
“Do you swear to be kind to the keeper of your heart, Sally?” The Nanny inquired.
“For as long as she let’s me keep her heart, and beyond, I swear.”
“Will you behave on the mortal plane?” The God of Death asked.
“Yes, and if I don’t I welcome punishment.”
“Do you promise to not rush your relationships with your friends and family before any healing that is needed, is done?” The God of Time’s voice thundered.
“I swear on my soul.”
“Then we the high council of the Gods, declare your punishment done. Lady Evaline will now act as your watcher during this period of parole,” and with a stomp from her staff, the God of Life called an end to the case, and Wilbur could hear Evaline let out a sigh of relief from behind him before she too stepped forward.
“Before we do all leave Great Council, I must ask, what do we do about the mortals on the plane back where he came from?” Wilbur silently thanked Evaline, for he hadn’t thought about that.
“Oh, that’s quite simple. Only two people know that Wilbur’s mortal body died that day, plus a funeral was never held, so a talk with those two should work,” answered the God of Death, as he rose from his chair to walk towards the pair.
“Okay… May I ask who those two are?” Evaline questioned further.
“Philza, the Keeper of the God of the Dead’s heart and Reaper’s mind, and Tommy, the mortal who you watch over,” Death replied once more.
“Great ... Oh fuck how do we tell Tommy I didn’t die?!” Wilbur could tell from the poorly concealed look of panic on Evaline’s face she had no idea how to answer him.
“It’s okay Wil,” Niki said from her place on the lower platform of the council, “I’m sure if you guys are able to sit him down and explain he will understand.”

In the early hours of the morning, Tommy was woken up by a neon green light, and upon opening his eyes he saw the disk used to summon Four was glowing. Before he could properly process what was going on in his half-asleep state, the water from the bucket he had left in the corner of the room floated out of its container and towards the disk, the light reflecting through the water as the fluid started to swirl around, a glowing green ring being left in its place. Then from the centre of the disk, a portal formed where Tommy can see Four in the middle of what seems to be a desert standing next to… Wilbur?
“Okay, we are speed running this,” Four said before shoving Wilbur out the portal before she started speaking so rapidly Tommy almost couldn’t keep up “He didn’t die, he’s my boss who told me to take care of you cause he does care about you, his punishment is over and so he is now allowed to be back here on parole, have fun.”
“Oh okay… Wait what?!” Before Tommy could get more answers from her she quickly closed the portal behind her, the water and disk crashing to the floor, making the bottom of Wilbur’s weirdly fancy clothes wet while he simply lay there. Then after half a minute of silent shock, Wilbur stood up, a wave of his hand directing the water off of the floor and his clothes back into the bucket.
“So much for telling you slowly… So how have you-” A swift punch from Tommy to the face cut Wilbur off “AH FUCK!”

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Hey guys,

HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!
I never thought when I posted this story people would actually want to read this, but you all have proven me wrong, OVER 700 HITS IS CRAZY!!!!

To celebrate I decided to share this artwork I did for what Four/Evaline looks like with you all which will be under all this text, sorry btw if there is a size issue with the image, lol. There are some parts of her design that need developing, but I just wanted to give you guys something to show how grateful I am for all of you, even if you are kinda just silently reading, lol. That's not a bad thing btw, I just find the image of me posting a piece of paper up on a board, turning my back thinking "Oh, I hope they didn't mind the wait-", and then when I look back there's a silent crowd around the board very nice.

Last November marked 3 years of this AU being a thing in my mind, cause the oldest piece I have made was in November 2020 before the great war on November 16th, I was still in high school back then. In a few months, I start my third year of university, so sorry if I don't update for a while in the future when that starts up, but I thank you all for being here. Again, Happy Holidays, and a Happy New Year to you all. Enjoy the Four/Evaline drawing, and I can't wait to see what the future holds. Bye for now! <3 <3 <3

Edit cause I wanted to point this out, look at her trident :D

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Chapter 18: Meetings

The next few hours for Wilbur and Tommy were spent awkwardly sitting across from one another in Tommy’s house, with Tommy staring intensely trying to make sure it wasn’t a dream while Wilbur was trying not to A) run away and B) think about how he has to wash the dirt covered white clothes later. It wasn’t until the sun started to rise that Wilbur decided to break the silence.

“I’m sorry.”
“... What?” Tommy questioned, not believing the words he heard come out of Wilbur’s mouth.
“I’m sorry for all the shit I put you through… All of you through.”
“... It’s fine.”
“... Is there anything you’d like to know?”
“... Yeah fuck it. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THE IDEA WITH THE EXPLOSIVES?!”
“I was having a mental breakdown!”
“THAT’S NOT AN EXCUSE, YOU DICKHEAD!”
“That is fair-”
“YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT IT’S FUCKING FAIR!”
“Yeah, look I’m really sorry-”
“SORRY DOESN’T REMOVE THE FUCKING CRATER YOU LEFT!”
“I’ve literally been filling it in! That’s what the water is!”
“... THAT SHIT’S YOU?!”
“Yes!”
“WHY?!”
“Cause I wanted to fill in the crater!”
“THAT’S A GOOD POINT!”
“Thank you! … Any other questions?”
“... Yeah, what’s up with the clothes?”
“Oh, I was just at my court hearing to see if I was allowed back here or not.”
“... You look like a fucking sheep.”
“How the fuck do I look like a sheep?”
“You’re all white and shit.”
“... Okay.”
“Actually, why the fuck are you here?”
“So, you, Phil and Fundy were the only ones to really know I died, the others just think I’m missing or were also Gods so knew I wasn’t really gone, which is mainly why I didn’t have a funeral. Uh, Fundy found out I didn’t really die recently cause of a bet I made with Evaline-”
“Who the fuck is Evaline?”
“What? You’ve met- Ohhhhh, right she told you her other name. Yeah, Evaline is Four’s real name.”
“... What?” Folks I’ll be honest, idk how else to describe what Tommy is experiencing than him being the white lady looking confused with maths stuff around her meme.
“Yeah, anyways back to the story, so Fundy found out I wasn’t actually dead which ticked off one of the three, I wanted to tell you in person so that covered the second and for Phil I kinda just wanted to leave that to someone else- Actually, you know how Phil is like really mysterious about who he is married to since he kinda refused to talk about my mother?”
“Kinda?”
“Okay, so for the mother part, he knew the entire time I was kinda just a gift from his wife and wasn’t really his blood more formed by God magic or some shit. But for Phil’s spouse, I found out he has two.”
“... WHAT?!”
“That’s what I fucking said! He has a wife who is his romantic partner, and a husband who is his platonic partner, but get this, they are both Gods that deal with the dead so it was decided it’d be fitting to leave the whole ‘surprise, Wil isn’t dead’ to them. And since he’s married to both of them, he is entitled to immortality and his own abilities, or at least that’s what Genji said.”
“That’s why he’s so fucking old?!”
“Yeah!”
“Holy shit! …. Wait, who is Genji?”
“Ah, shit… Okay, so Genji is Evaline’s younger sister… And she may or may not be in charge of Schlatt who is also a God but he doesn’t qualify for parole since his death was so publicly known.”
“... WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!”
“Okay! I know you want to freak out but I have information related to the entitled to immortality shit!”
“WHAT?!”
“Skeppy is also entitled to it because he tricked Bad into marrying him!”
“... What?” Confusion knocks the anger out of Tommy.
“Yeah! He did it as a prank years ago and he ended up falling into a portal hole, similar to the one you fell down actually, where he ended up meeting Genji who was kinda like ‘Ah shit, gotta do paperwork for my step-dad now-”
“Wait, stepdad?”
“... I forgot Evaline didn’t tell you. So you know how Loveday looks like Bad?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s because he is Loveday, Evaline, Genji, Raspberry and their brother’s Dad.”
“... What do you mean brothers?”
“They have three brothers, well four if you count Sapnap- wait no stay on track, their brothers are Gwaine-”
“Fuck kinda name is Gwaine?”
“He’s old Tommy, it was a popular name when he was born. But yeah so there’s Gwaine, Wrangler and Patrick.”
“... Patrick sticks out like a sore thumb with his name.”
“Yeah, but he likes it that way. But yeah, so Skeppy is the step-father to eight adults.”
“What do you mean adults, Raspberry is-”
“She’s in her sixties, Tommy.”
“... What?”
“She was born over sixty years ago. She is an adult however the way demon and God ageing works is your outward appearance matches the age you either feel matches you the most or the age you want to be the most. That’s kinda why Fundy grew up so fast, he wanted to be seen as an adult so his body decided to match that.”
“... So Fundy is technically still a kid?”
“Yeah.”
“While Raspberry is technically an adult?”
“Yep.”
“... Huh.”
“Want to sit in silence while you process that?”
“... Yeah.”
“Cool.”

Fundy had made one request after the weird dream day. To be given any updates on his parent’s as soon as possible. So after countless nights where instead of dreams he seemed to just wake up right after falling asleep, he knew something had happened when he instead opened his eyes to an endless landscape of gravel, and a night sky with slightly more green than usual stars. In the distance he heard what sounded like light-hearted laughter with an orange glow illuminating atop a distant gravel hill, looking more like an orange blob than anything he could properly identify, so he simply settled for guessing it was a fire of sorts.
After taking in his surroundings he heard the crunch of footsteps on the gravel from behind him, and he turned to see the tall demon form of Lady Evaline once more.

“Good evening Fundy. I have news about your father.”
“Hey dude, so what’s up?”
“His parole was approved. He is now back in L’Manberg.”
“... Oh,” Fundy wasn’t sure how to take the news but had a brief flash of guilt over the thought in his mind of ‘Thank the Gods he didn’t come see me.’
“However, part of his sentencing is that if space is requested, he is not allowed near you until you permit it. So if you don’t want to see him, just say the word.”
“... Is there any news about my mother?” He tried to make the question sound casual, but a hit of hopefulness was still present, extinguished with the slight frown that formed on Lady Evaline’s face.
“Well, unfortunately, due to how public her death was she is not allowed back on the mortal plane for another fifty years.”
“Oh-” Fundy felt a wave of sadness wash over him, before being cut off.
“But, I talked with one of my older brothers, and if you so wish I have permission to take you to the plane she lives in.”
“... What?” a new wave of emotions washed over Fundy, leaving him confused over what they all meant. Happiness, hope, longing, sadness and so many more all at once. ‘What does she want from me?’
“You can see her if you want-”
“Why did you do that?”
“...Because I wanted to…?” Confusion laced Lady Evaline’s words before her eyes widened slightly in realisation “I am not doing this for a trade. I just thought you’d maybe like it.”
“... If I say yes to the offer, how soon can I see my mum?”
“You could wake up right now and I’d come to get you.”
“Okay… I’ll think about it.”
“Okay,” the comforting smile she offered made Fundy feel both better and slightly more on edge, still getting used to this not just being an act.
“I do have another question that’s not related to all my family drama.”
“What is it?”
“Where are we?”
“... This is an old memory of mine, the fire over there in the distance is where I first met my older siblings, after spending… Oh, who knows how long just wandering the gravel wasteland.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah… Look Fundy, I mean this with all my existence, if you want Wilbur to give you space until you are ready, don’t be afraid to say so. While it’s been quite a while, I know how it feels when someone you trust breaks it and in the process hurts you,” in the corner of Fundy’s eye, he noticed the red vines around her waist squeeze a little, similar to how you would squeeze someone’s hand to comfort them and remind them you’re there for them.
“... Okay.”
“Okay… Could I interest you in a tour of the Godly planes as I remember them? Don’t really want to wake you up just yet but there’s not a lot to do out here in the wastes.”
“Yeah, I think I’d like that.”
“Cool, first up, the damn mess Wilbur decided to make,” the scene shifted to a more bright and orange dust-filled place “Welcome to Wilbur’s gas station.”
“... Why the fuck did he make a gas station?”
“I don’t know and he refused to tell me, but if you follow the road he made for it, it kinda just goes on a slow decline to the ocean floor. He might have plans to introduce car things to this plane, I’m not sure he refuses to say.”
“... Can we please see where my Mum is?”
“Of course.”

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Hey guys, so you all probably know the news regarding Wilbur and Shelby.

And I will admit, I am extremely conflicted as to what to do, because while I know that the Wilbur in this story isn't the same as the one irl, I don't know how right it is to write about Wilbur from the DSMP cause it's originally HIS creation. But I still want to get the ideas I have about this au out there and while I was talking to my best friend I realised there were 3 options I had so I wish to bring them to you all, further down is the address for a poll.

Our options are 'separate Wil in the story to his irl counterpart,' 'stop the main story here but have one-shots from the AU without him' or rewrite it. For rewriting it will have it so that while Wil won't really get his second chance that he got at the start of this fic, it instead is given to Schlatt while Wil is never brought up again (will probably make it so he was a mortal so died on November 16th).

So with this, please respond. Cause I really have no idea what to do with this story or my life cause this has been my life for a while, lol. I hope to hear from you all cause I need the help.

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSfP3fvI567nwJ_FaDZhFc1scwzBxK7JO_DuamNQddDZHZV4zg/viewform?usp=sf_link

And just cause it's kinda of relevant to this whole thing, in the au's cannon the Seven eat sinners. It is partially due to how a mortal soul being in Bad's presence for too long causes a hunger for flesh (cause Bad owns their souls + it even ties to Celbit meeting Bad on a battlefield all those irl years ago then him eating Pac's leg (yeah that's how deep my worldbuilding goes, lol)). So with the info we currently have, the Seven would probably eat irl Wil :)

By all, see you soon. Maybe.

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Hi all,

So basically the vote was split between carrying on and rewriting, however after Wilbur's confirmation of being a prick I don't think I'll be comfortable writing about him from now on and so I put my own vote in.
Next time this fic is updated it will be to tell anyone who has been enjoying this fic and/or subscribed to this fic that the rewritten version is up. Please be aware that this may take a while as my university is going on and quite frankly I've had a shit time existing this February. Today is March 1st for me meaning my Mum is able to go home after a month in the hospital for starters as well as stuff I need to face regarding people that are no longer in my friend group due to disgusting actions.

I hope to see you all again soon and that you'll enjoy the new version, even if you never comment on it.

Best wishes to you all,
LMKgoddess

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Hey all,
So originally the 25th chapter was going to be me saying 'Hey all! Rewrite is up!' however due to the accusations and events that have happened between last chapter and now, I honestly don't think I can stomach writing about the DSMP at least for now. But, I don't want to give up on this AU, so after a lot of thinking I have come up with a solution.

The AU will continue on but in the QSMP, I don't want to say more out of fear I will spoil more for y'all but I do hope you come with me to the new version of this AU and enjoy the content of the next fic is going to involve.
I would like to warn you all now though, take 2 (as I am calling it atm) might end up being darker in content than this fic was, but I will make sure to have everything tagged properly with the appropriate trigger warnings if needed, but please do know due to how the QSMP is there will also be a lot more people to write about so PLEASE, do tell me if anyone goes into out of character territory.

It also might take a while to be posted because I am officially in my last year of university, but I do want to at least get you guys the first chapter of the new fic before May as that is when the work is set to pick up a lot more.

I wish you all an amazing day, thank you for reading and giving me your time. If there were any questions you had about this AU in the DSMP setting please comment them and I'll do my best to answer.
~LMK

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The new version of this AU is officially out there. I hope you guys do go check that one out, as I do love this AU, but I don't think I can bring myself to keep writing as I did here, especially with the role that Wilbur played in it.

So with that, let us say Goodbye to this fic, and Hello to the new one. See you guys there. o7