Where is Home?

Vilbur and Reader pt 7

!TW! Death, shouting, mentions of dismemberment, nightmares!TW!

Word count: 1400+

Summary: The two worlds merge, Tommy is put in safety by Y/n, but he is never truly home. Where is his home?

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Tommy’s POV

I am meeting with Y/n today.

I trek over the hills, looking over the ruins of what was L'manburg. Ranboo and the others have been cautious about me leaving ever since the ‘illness’. Not like I will be telling them about Y/n, I think scoffing.

Walking a while longer I sneak into the cave.

“Tommy! So glad you could make it!” I hear Y/n’s ghostly voice echo. I feel their freezing arms hold me from behind.

“Good to see you again little bro!” I smile proudly at how they addressed me, wait.

“I AM NOT LITTLE YOU TAKE THAT BACK I AM A BIG MAN,” I shout my face scrunching up in distaste.

“Of course your not Tommy,” they say floating in front of me. Seeing their ghost haze in front of me, I look at the details. Their now longer hair reaching past their ears, the bags under their eyes darker than before, their body growing. Realizing that this is not normal with a ghost I go to ask a question.

Almost as if noticing my questioning face they say, “Tommy there will be many things happening soon. I have something I wish to ask of you.”

“Yeah, whatever it is! I will have your back!” I say standing taller with pride, that they came to me for help.

Smirking at my answer Y/n floating in front of me, “I will be needing you to stay here to not get in the crossfire.” Crossfire? Nodding my head, they smile and pat my head.

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Y/n POV

leaving Tommy I go to the room, “it’s time my friends,” they nod, dispersing to do their respective tasks. As I travel into the egg, switching my ghostly form to the host. Skeppy, who is now red rather than blue, stares at me. A small smile forming on his face.

“Is it time?” He questions.

“It is now, are you ready?”

“As always,” he says, kneeling, arm crossed his chest.

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3rd POV

Every one of the Smp had heard the noise, it was a cracking sound. They had run to the egg hoping it wasn’t doing what they hoped. Bad, Ant, Sam, and Puffy we’re found kneeling to the egg in two rows. Bad Ant and Sam on one side. Sam and Puffy to the other. The egg was hatching.

“Ī̶̢͎͎̠̘̫͑̈̈́̽͐̿̕͘ţ̶̼͍͔̥̞̎̓̀͛́̐̏̂́̄̂̊͜͝ͅ ̴͎͊̀́͗̈́́̍̈̓͝ͅm̷͈͇̟̜̖͍̪͔̦̏̽̓̒̍̀̅͝a̴͔̖̞͉̹̣̥̲̼̒͑̔̏̽͒̐̕ͅk̶͙̫̠̹̼͐͋͊̿̈́̎̈́̿e̸̢̨̙͖͓͔͎̥̯̝̭͓̳̔̏͊̑̆̒̅̊̈̚š̶͈́͜ ̸̣͕̲͇̲̦̼̙̥̻̯̞̻͈͇̾́͛̇͠ṷ̷̧͖̈́͒́͋̇͊̕͘s̸̤͒̇̽̍̿̓̀̾͜͝ ̵̨̛͚̟̯͍̹̮̠͇͖̥̞͑̑̀̌́̀͌̇͑͒̔͗͘͝ͅģ̵͈̙̗̰͖͙̲̠͛̈́͒̾̊̅̀͝o̸̡̱̘̮̙̳̖̻̮̬͔̙͋̃̂̈́̔̓̎̄̾̔̑̚͜ͅ ̷̛͍̦̞̤̮̮̝̥̟̇̂͗͛̇͗̃̀̎̂̐̚̚͝b̷̭͙̳̫͎̯̦͍̮̝́̈̐̂̋̅̋͜͠͝l̴̬̼͐͛̓̐̍ī̵̡̮̙̮̞͈̮̮̆͐̽͛̕n̷̥͙͂̆̚͘͜d̷̛̛͔̝͐̽̿̐̇͠”

Bad, Ant, Sam, and Puffy say in unison. They lower themselves onto the ground, in a kneeling position. A huge chunk of egg fell crushing one of the old L'manburg citizens. Realizing what is happening the people of the SMP start running away and screaming. Finally, once the egg has fully hatched they see what they wish they didn’t. Skeppy was red and mean-looking. He was very different from the nice, funny, and sarcastic blue Skeppy they were used to. Expecting Skeppy to walk out of the egg he has spent now more than 3 months in, he steps to the side, bowing.

Y/n exits the egg, revived by the power the egg has bestowed them. They had a black cloak with a red vine design. Their hair had a white streak through it. They had a netherite axe strapped to their back with a golden strap.

“I’m back,” they announce, arms spread wide.

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Phil’s POV

My crows were coming in huge flocks, which is very unusual, they said something big has happened. Trusting them they say they will take me to the ‘egg’ thing people have been talking about, I’ve heard some bad things from the others. Ranboo decided to join me, he said he needs something to do. Tubbo has been having awful nightmares ever since… well since the accident. But because of Tubbo having nightmares, it has been waking Ranboo every night. He describes Tubbo after a nightmare like he was running for his life. Rather odd. We make it to the egg after a small trip, much faster than anyone would think, due to nether portals.

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Tubbo’s POV

Tommy is running down the hall, Ranboo, and I not far behind. We are trying desperately to get away from the creature. Ranboo gets caught, his leg is grabbed. I screamfor him, but it’s too late the creature has him; we have to keep running.

“TUBBO COME ON,” Tommy yells, seeing another creature emerging from the darkness.

“WE AREN’T GOING TO MAKE IT!” I scream, seeing the door is almost closed. We lock eyes with the people inside the room. Karl, Dream, Foolish, Sam, Ant, Quackity, Phil, Techno, and Y/n. They are yelling for us to hurry, we might not make it in time. The door is almost closed. Tommy and I are almost there, another creature appears next to Tommy. The creature with its long spindly arms, bones ligaments, and flaking skin grabs Tommy. It’s too late.

“TOMMY!” I cried out, seeing the look of horror on Tommy’s face before he was dragged away. My arm was grabbed by Y/n and brought into the safety of the almost closed vault.

BANG. The vault is closed, I am safe. Tommy and Ranboo have been taken. It is too latenow.

THUMP, everyone inside looks through the window on the vault door. SLAM, a mutilated and torn apart Ranboo and Tommy.

I let out a cry that would be described to be able to pierce the heavens.

Ranboo’s eyes open on his head, his eyes white. He chants in a scratchy voice, “Tubbo.” Over and over again. Pressing his hands to his floppy ears, tears flowing freely down his face

“Tubbo,” his eyes shoot open, he is not in the vault. He is at home in his bed. Ranboo, desperately trying to wake the sobbing man, comes to an end when I jump up, sweat dripping down his forehead, his heart racing as if he had just run for his life, paler than Dream’s a porcine mask.

“Ranboo I-I was so scared,” I cry, a sob ripping through my throat.

“Oh, Tubbo. You should still be scared.”

“W-what?!” I stumble through my words, feeling claws pierce through my back, nearly missing my spin. I screamat the bone-crunching rip as my bad is torn apart. Ranboo drops me to the ground, he has the horrid spindly, and flakey body of the monster, his eyes glowing a bright purple.

“W-why,” I sputter out, falling onto the ground.

Gasping awake again, this time no one is around. No chance to die again. I sit up and put my arms around my head, trying to calm my breathing. Hearing a second breathing close by, I hold my light gasps.

“W-who’s th-ere??” My voice quivering. I hear, a gasp before seeing a trembling Michael peek around the doorway.

“Is Dad ok now, he was making scary noises earlier,” relaxing and saddening that I was scaring Michael.

“Oh I’m sorry bud, come here, I can make it better.” He cautiously walks in and scrambles up the bed. I grab him and settle my son on my lap.

“Is dad ok?” Michael questions.

“Yes, I just had a bad dream,” I explain, calming down knowing my son is safe.

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Tommy’s POV

It has been a while since Y/n has left and told me to stay here. They said it might be a while.

SHING. I hear a sound, grabbing my sword, and go to investigate. Looking in the room I heard the sound from I find what looks like a portal. It is gold and red. These are Y/n’s favorite colors. As I am about to enter the room it starts letting off sparks and glowing brighter. As the light fades to the back once more, I unshielded my eyes.

Standing there dressed in gold and red, the twins are back and a lot taller. The now 7'4" twins stand there Will with his sword and Y/n with their signature axe. My eyes going wide, it has been 3 years since I have seen them alive. Tears staining my face once more.

“Well he looks excited to see us,” Will says, nudging Y/n softly.

“Of course he is he has only been waiting 3 years,” They say, smirking proudly.

“So Toms, how ‘ave you been,” They say simultaneously, each reaching a hand towards me. I run at them in a hug. Will makes a small ‘oofing’ sound. I can practically hear Y/n’s eyes making fun of Will. They pull me in, just like the old days, when the days were long and filled with adventures. Despite Phil and Techno never being home.

I had found home once again.

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Ps. The nightmare part is based off of a nightmare I had a couple of nights ago!

The Egg’s legacy

!TW! Swearing, mentions of injury, shouting, demon voice !TW!

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Bad’s POV

I heard a noise coming from the… ground? I start digging down, looking around for the source of the noise. Thunk, I hear when I hit something hard. Huh sounds like stone. I bring out my pickaxe and cautiously mine the area. I peek my head down and look around, it is a huge empty room. Wait, it’s not empty. There is something red near the center of the room.

“Hello? Is there someone here?” I cautiously say, voice quivering slightly.

“ ̸͖̼̯̞̦̮̩̞͑̉͆̆͂͋̀̚͠ψ̴̡̛͇̘͚̘̥̖̜͓̑̌͗̄̈́̐̽̔̽̽́̈́̀͋̉̄͘͘ͅ ̵̧̡͍͚̫̩͍̼̺̠̜̖̱̗̺̮͉̝̥͉̣̯̰͍̘̯͔̜̓͌͑͌̆̈̽̎̊̚͜W̵̧̹̠̬̪̲̞͉͛̐͂̈́̒̆̉̿͊͑̋̈̔̊̿̎̍͂͂̂͠͝h̴̡̧̛̜̹̥̲̠̺̻̯̤͇̦͙̲̳͉͓͎̓̋͛̎̓̈́̐͐̎͆̐̓̾̏̓͆̏͛͊̉͘͠͝͝͝ǫ̸̨̢̢̞͖͎̥̞̫̯̥̥̰̬͈̹̻̹̙̥͍̘͍̥͍͊̆͊̄̔͗̓̔̂̓͆͋̑̋͂̓̆̕͘̕͘͝͝͝ ̷̡̖̹̤̖̠̦̥̺̤̭͓͎̘̫̮̭̞͍̐̐̕͜͠͝ą̵͔̪͓̝͔̣̖͎̺̮̬̙͙̻̀̑̄̆͆̏͒́́̆̈́̿͜͜͝ŗ̵̡̤͕̥̖̣̤̙͖̲̮̦̘̂̓̀͑̊̌͊͋̇͜ȩ̶̝̦̱͚̣͚͔̣͓̞͎̝̃͆̆̊̃͑͛̀͊̊̊̋͒̈̊̊͆̅͝ ̶̢̢͔̰̻͈̤͍̮̙̝̲̭̟̥̮͎͉̩͉̭̖̰͓̙̭͉̗́̔͜ỷ̷̧̧̨̛͔͍̟̠͉̺̘̳̤̜͉̞̣̫̲̬̠̞̄̌̓̊̈̌̎̆̐̚͜͜͜͠͝ͅo̸̯̟̲̗͍̘̟̭̓͊̋̋͛̾͌̐̚͠u̷͖̖͎͇̘͈̳̻̰̝̣̼̫̾̐͛̈́ͅ ̵͚̻͓͖̙̥̜̾͐̾̀̓͗̂͒̉̌͌̅̒͝͠ " 

I jump hearing a disoriented voice.

"Umm, I’m BadBoyHalo but people just call me Bad… Who are you?” I ask, lowering myself onto the floor from the roof. Once I get on the floor, I settle myself in a sitting position.

“W̶̼̗̪̼̩̾͋̚e̷̼̓̔͐̾l̴̛͚̞̜͒ĺ̴͙̋̂̊ ̷̢̙̩̇̄̀i̷̩͌͜͠ẗ̷͙ ̴̭͇̙̹̞̀î̸̢̆͋̚s̷͖̺̀̓͆͠ ̶̹̳̈́́̓̇͝n̵͉͔͆̊o̷̗͓͇͋̅̾t̵̡̮̙̾̑̚̕ ̴̟̤̲̻̅̌̌m̴͙̦͚͆̔ḛ̶̼͈̐̏ ̶̥͗͆̎̂͊t̸̙͇̣̽h̸̛͉̦̞̏̒͊͝a̸̲̫͛̈̑͒̍ţ̸̤̭̀̄̒ ̴̹̠̮͊i̴̢̢̻̤͂ͅş̷͛͋͐̈́̈́ ̴̠̫̰͂̒͘͜i̵̘̞̩͐̈m̵̭̞͓̆̑̍͋̅p̶̢͉̲̌̒͌̋ò̶̖̭̿̕͜r̷̢̬̉̀͠ť̵̮̞͌͗̐͂ḁ̴̺̄n̵̫̒̊̾͒t̴̰̥͕͘,̶̗̠̾ ̷̧̈́î̶͎̊̾͋ͅt̷̫́̾͐̀͘ ̷̛̗̼̒͘͝i̵̲͉̝̾́̓̇̀s̶͉̖͎̫͋ ̶̠̝̲̗̼͊w̶̭͊̚ĥ̴̨̭̤͒ͅȯ̸̰͖̈́̊ ̸̣̠̝̼̼͛͌̌̇̾I̴̛̜̮̽̓̓́ ̵̨̠̀c̵̝͆ǎ̴͕̱̘̩̅r̵̫̳̻̯̺̍̈́̃́͘r̶̛͔̦͊͝ỹ̷̡̫̬̥͋̑́̎.̵̳͊̾" 

The ominous voice explains. When I realize what it said I tilt my head to the side, confused.

"What do you mean, who you carry?” I ask perplexed.

“Ţ̵̙̈̆̑͘͠h̶̙̯̜̳͐̍̾͘è̸̺̠̮͔͐̄́̈y̴͔͌̈ ̸̮̱̖̣͇̈́͑ĺ̷̛̰̬̼̽̓͝i̴̼̱̓v̷̹͗͗̀͒̽͜ḙ̶̘̻͔͇̈́̀̑̋͘ ̶̘͍̰͕͔́̈͛̇ḯ̵͓̫n̷͖̼͕̭̋̀ ̶̗͓̞͎̀m̴̯̺̗̒̓͌͌̍ȩ̴̦̪̐͌̇͐͘ ̸̯̦͐ͅù̸̡̡͎̥͎͊̀ņ̴̦͂̓t̸͈̠̠̺͈̋̈́̑̀̚i̸̝̫͈͙̍͜l̵͚̈́͛͛ ̸̯̮̬͍̋̀ȋ̴̯͎̬̈́͝t̷̮͎̟͑̊ ̷͉̑͌i̸̠͆s̷̠̪̖͍̘̄͌ ̵̪̾͑t̴̥͂͘͝î̴̢́͆̆̂m̴͔̐̈́̆͊͜é̵̹̗͒͌,” it says.

I take a closer look at it, ohhh it’s an egg. That makes more sense.

“Well, do you need anything until it’s time?” I say sensing a strong relationship to the egg.

“I̵̩͉̬̊͜ ̵̢̻̣͛̊̆̌n̵̨̫̳͋̐ḛ̶̱̫̌͑ȇ̵͜d̸̛̮̔̈́̎̑ ̸̺̟̑͠t̵͕́o̸̹̥̬̅̒̄̃ ̵͎̥͎̌́̃͒s̵̬̗͝p̷͚̭͉̠̑̑͂̒͝ŕ̶͚̯̀̒̆e̶̹͇͌̓a̷̛̝̣̼͛͛̀̃ͅd̸̘̖́̄͌̆,̵̡͈̫̠̑̊̉̆̚ ̴̧͕̐̽a̵̘̠͚͊̈́͊n̴̩̪͕͎̊̋d̶̺̥̭̀͛̕ ̸̏͆ͅỈ̸̬̘͈͓̺ ̷̧̯͇͑̔̚̕͠c̸̡͉̺͆̍̈́̊̂à̶̰̱̀̓͑͐ṇ̶̢̡̧̛̤͋̃̓͝ṇ̵͉̀̋̒ǫ̵̛̻͙̰̲͋t̷̜̜̼̅͐ ̶̨̦̞͚͛ḯ̴̹̭̟̥̚n̵͍̏ ̷̬̫̺̤͉̎̇̌̇̓t̵̹̳̅̈̒̏̽ḧ̷͈͓̖̒̅̕i̶͍̘͈̜̖͆͋̏̊̒š̴̯̗ ̷̨͖̰̌̊̀͋͝s̷̨̛̤̮̳̆̂͠ͅm̵̨̨͖̀̿̇͆a̵̧͔͛̆͛͂l̸̤͙͘l̵̘͖̆̑ ̵̡̡̣̲́a̸͍̐r̵̡̯̫̮̈́͆̕e̷̢͎̖̐͂̒̄ȧ̴̢̪̳͓͆̌.̷̝͖͂̿̈́ ̸̡̛̣͉͙̲̋͋̚W̵̬̼̐̓̉̚ò̸̡̨̢̲͇͠ṵ̷̔͗̾̉͑l̴̡̡̧̙̼͆̌̍͂͆d̴̦̤̻̘͛͜͝ ̸͇̫͙̺͒̋y̵͔̖͓͂̆̾ó̶̯̬͂͛̽͘u̶͕̯̤͈͓͊́ ̷̜͚͐̍̓̚m̷͓̿͆̈́̓̾į̸͍̤͌n̴̤͎̬̓̀̐̓d̷̗̰̪̝̈͗͝ ̵̢̤̘̲̉̈́̏̈́͝ḙ̵͔͍̠́̓͝x̷̡̝͂͠p̵̛̺̈́̐̃͜͜â̷̪̗̊n̵̗̝̈́ḏ̸̛̆́̃͂͜ḯ̸̖͓n̵̯͈͈͙̈́̉̀́̕g̶̰̒̉̈́̿ ̸͇̝̄͛̍̓͒m̷̗̮̩̈́y̸̝̤͇͍͒ ̶̗͐̂͗̊̀ả̸͔̗͂̄͝͠r̶̩͈̈́e̵̢͑̓̈́͌͝a̶̡̭̽̇̽?̸̹̩̫̝̈́̕”

Nodding in understanding, noticing how cramped the roots are.

“Of course, I might need to tell others so they help. Is that alright?” I question.

“Ő̴̟͇̪͓̭̐̇̚f̸͕̣́͒͘͠ ̶̜̅͜͝ć̵͎͆o̸͇̣̗͖͐̽̅u̶͎̤̓͒̏̊͠ŗ̶̨̭̗̬͋́̅š̷͔͈͐̀͜ͅe̸͚͑̓ ̵̩̣̬̭͋̽b̸̛̺̥̤͇̓̅̚͝ŭ̵̼͓t̴͇̚ ̴̫͎̍̎̈́͝͝ṓ̴̭̼̥̠̐̎͝n̸̨͈͖̤͑̋l̶̝̱̣͂̐̿͝y̷̞̳̼͔̋ ̴͒͜͝i̷̢͆f̸̙̫̑̀̎͠ ̵̢̻̺͆ḯ̵̡͙̼͉̮̐̅̎̈t̸̞͉̗̓͂̂ ̶̢͇̭̠̽̃͝ͅḣ̷̳͈̺̊͊̕͝ȅ̷͇̜͖ļ̴͍̫̼̀͝p̴̯͓͍͔̈́̿͛͘ͅs̷̲̘͌͒̽ ̴͈̠̉͜ͅm̶̲̬̬̂̿̈́ÿ̶̲̤̖́̇͑ ̶̮͈̇ḣ̶̢̧̠͎̭ö̷̫̝̰́̃ș̴̡͎͔̭̋̀̈́̽͌t̴̳̐̑.̴̎͜”

Nodding, I stand up and collect my materials. Realizing the height of the ceiling and how far I had fallen. I start devising a plan to get myself out of the hole. Until I feel something lift me, looking around I see that it is the egg’s vines. Smiling gratefully at the egg, “Thank you for helping me.” I say.

“Y̴̩͖͛͛̑̏͌ͅe̵̥̔͠͠s̵̛̹̦̪̯̊͠ ̶̙͑́ỹ̷̮͎͉̇̾̌́͜͜e̶̦̰̳̝̳̒ṡ̷̪͖̫̺̘̔,̵̠̭̈́͆̂͝ ̴̺̟͉͂͌n̶̗̭̖͇̠͂ỏ̶̦̬̖̤̂͝ẅ̷͔͈ ̷͍̲͚͐͋̐̕ǵ̷̛̪̑̀͝e̸͚͔̣͇̔t̵̜̓ ̶̤̈̋̈́̂o̷̚͝ͅņ̷͖̊͛͑ ̸̥̅͂̀̓w̷̢͉͎̆î̷̡̤̺͉̺̑̀͑͝t̸̻͒h̸͇̠͕͈̬́͊ ̷͕͋̉͛̍̈́ĭ̵̩͌͝t̷̛̪̬̩͙́.̶̞͇̯̐̐͘”

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Skeppy’s POV

Bad had been talking about this thing he found the other day almost obsessively. He is taking Puffy, Ant, and me to see it today.

“Areee were there’s yetttt,

” I whine. Looking around we are in a jungle, there are trees and bugs everywhere.

“Almost just over here,” Bad says.

“How did you even find this place?” Puffy asks, curious about the place.

“Yeah, how did you find it,” Ant asks skeptically.

“That doesn’t matter, anyway here we are!” Bad says, pointing down.

“That’s a hole,” I say.

“I know that, it’s under here.”

“How do we get down there, you know some of us aren’t giants.”

“Just trust them they will help you down,” Bad says jumping down. “Come on guys don’t take all day!” He yells up at us, who might I add are still shocked.

“Well. YOLO!” Ant yells and jumps down. Puffy makes a yipping sound while jumping down.

“Seriously they left me alone, in this economy.” I joke before falling back into the hole. I feel something catch me before I hit the ground. Taking a closer look it looks like red vines. Oh, this is the thing Bad was talking about, and I thought he was delusional. As the vines lower me down, I take a look around. It is very dark and musty down here. My nose scrunching. 

“W̷̙̐̑̄ẹ̴̏͌̽ľ̵̝̦̈́͝c̸͚̟̘̱̘̈́̍̕͘o̸͈̤̺̅̐̚m̵̢͈͔͇̌͂̑̈́͝ͅe̴̥͉̐́͛͛̾ ̷̭̉͑͋̋̕b̷̧̜̒a̷̬͈̫̓̃́͘c̶̟̺͌̐͜͝k̵̺͒̂̾͠." 

A horrifying and scratchy voice says.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!” I scream.

“LANGUAGE!!!” Bad yells, correcting me.

“D̵̛̘̜̋̃ǫ̷̊ṋ̴̨̳̦͒̄̐̇͑͜'̷̮̖̳͖́̃͐̽͜t̶̨̩̰̕ ̶͍̌̔̆͂w̸͔͇̭͙͆̈́̈́̂͠ö̷̡̼́̈́ͅͅr̵̺̹̩̦͂́̓͒r̸̨͉̪̱̘̃͊̇͂̒ȳ̵͓̯͈͒̽͌͠ ̶̢̱͂̃̓ḿ̴̺̐̀y̷̨̼̟̌͂͛̿ ̶̹͌͂ͅc̵̼̗͑̀́͠ḧ̷̛͉̝̠͖̬́̕̕i̴̙̘̔͆̄͑̅l̸̗̬̣̰̳̀͑͑͊͘d̵̩̙̼͉̑̎̓̉.̶̧̭̗̌̍͗ ̸͓̰̻͌́̐̕T̵̠̊̿̌̚h̴̬̥͈̄͜ḯ̸̡͉̗͖͙̂̎̔̀s̸̢̩̣̏̐̾͜ ̵̻͙͗̓́̏̕ȉ̵̙̝́̉͘͝s̴̪̻͂̀͊̚ ̷͇͙̳͕͕̐͒a̷̠͓͕͋̿̕ ̸͖̗͖̤̖̈́ń̵̟̲̫̳͜o̴̰͎̦̐r̴̢̮̂̃͝m̶̭̰̌̕ą̸̢͈͔͌͜l̴͍̲̃̾̚ ̵͈̗̼̗̀̈̕ŗ̵͕̗̪̝̚͘e̵̲̫̭̩̮͑̃̇͐̈́â̷̤̈́͛̊c̵̻̭̥̎͂͂t̷͙̲̮͆ì̶̼̠̃͜ö̶̫̱́͂ñ̶̥̘̭̣̩̄”

“I guess, he was still being rude to you though,” Bad grumbles, the egg’s laughing reverberating around the cavern.

“Is this what you were talking about, you said you needed help though?” Puffy says.

“Yes, they are uncomfortable in this tight space. So I offered to help, and I am asking you to help!” Bad says, grinning wide, clapping his hands together.

“I mean, sure we are already out here,” Ant says, shrugging.

“Yeah, I’ll help too!” Puffy chimes in, putting her hair up in a ponytail.

“I will be moral support!” I declare.

“Skeppy seriously.” Bad disappointedly says.

“Fine but only for a little, I’m a busy man!” I whine, grabbing my shovel and pickaxe.

We all start to get to work.

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Thank you for reading, if you have a request don’t be afraid to ask me. I will be posting the rules for requests later