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Tommy grow up as the youngest Prince of the Antarctic Empire, because if this he lived a rather sheltered life at the request of his mother who didn’t want her youngest child to see the horror’s of war(wait she meant by that is for the war to end what she got was her son not even being aware that there was a war going on throughout most of his life). His best friends is Tubbo a young prince that is a political hostage sent from a allied kingdom, but Tommy didn’t need to know that.

Everything was fine, there was no war, it ended long before he was born it ended wen he was 14 , His best friend liked him as much as he did Tubbo had mixed feelings on Tommy, His people were well feed most we’re starving in this snowy wasteland, they were warm it so vary cold, everyone was happy not everyone, everything was fine it was all a sugar coated lie.

With a skip in his step Tommy walked down the hallway, a mage was coming. Apparently his name was Dream and he was coming to give blessings to Wilbur’s newborn Son Fundy. Every member of the Royal family got one not that long after they were born, His Dad Philza was blessed with wings, His older brother Technoblade was blessed with skin as tuff as netherite and  Tommy’s other brother Wilbur was blessed with inhuman intelligence. Tommy didn’t know what he was blessed with has he was never in a situation we’re it activated or was it maybe he was never giving one in the first place, but if that was true why wasn’t he giving one?

Tommy happily sat in his throne wen he got to the spot the blessings was being held at. Tommy never thought he would see one, it was only held for children that were in line for the throne. As Techno was the crowned prince and Wilbur was not it came to a surprise that Fundy would be blessed but wen you’re a ruler of a kingdom anything can happen, so Tommy didn’t question it as much.

Wen the mage came in the room went silent, the mage was tall waring a blue robe that covered his body and a mask with a XD on it. That didn’t make much sense to Tommy as of how he could see but he didn’t question it. The ritual began not long after that, the ritual was supposed to be quick and go on without issue, as you can tell there was an issue.

Wen Wilbur came to the center of the room with Fundy the mage said something that was apparently mandatory before the blessings begin. “As you are partaking in the ritual you must be aware that the magic used in it will involve the caster gripping into the unrefined mana of the infinite and pull it to the forefront then have the mana cover the child’s body thus becoming an irreversible spell of the manas own design, because of these the caster is not contractually obligated to take the blame for any biological changes that may occur.” Tommy didn’t understand why he had to say it, extra limbs or stronger skin was a normal thing to happen in this ritual’s. But after Wilbur agreed and the ritual took place was wen Tommy understood, the spell didn’t just add extra limbs but it could also make someone completely unrecognizable from there originally form. It was horrible watching Fundy scream in pan as there form slowly morphed into a humanoid fox creature. The rest of the crowd looked shocked too it seemed that this form of blessings was uncommon. After the spell was cast the King(Phil) slammed his hand onto the arm of the chair as Wilbur collapsed onto his knees holding his child with a horrified look on his face. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY GRANDSON?!??” Phil screamed “I just did the spell” Dream said “BULLSHIT THIS IS MORE OF A CURSE THEN A SPELL” Phil screamed pointing to the horrified man holding his child close whispering “my boy, my baby boy, my little champion” over and over again as the guards tried to usher him away from the commotion.

Tommy was just sitting there not knowing what to do as the guards and Technoblade tried to usher Wilbur out of the room. “Please” Dream said “if I was trying to curse a member of a royal family why would I do it in front of all these people?” Phil was seething “GUARDS SEIZE HIM” Dream sighed he was clearly not impressed. “It’s not my fault the young prince’s mana thought turning him into a humanoid fox was a good idea” Dream mumbled as the remaining guards ran at him. With a swift movement Dream used his magic to knock all his guards out. “Fine” Dream said clearly annoyed “you want me to be the bad guy I’ll be the bad guy” Dream held out his hand and Tommy came flaying at him. Dream grabbed Tommy by the back of his cape “say bye, bye to your little prince intel I feel like giving him back” and with a snap of his fingers a portal opened up underneath Tommy. Before anyone could react Tommy was dropped into it and Dream was gone.

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Tommy didn’t remember much about life before the booms dropped, He was 3 wen it happened according to Wilbur they were separate from there parents and were hiding in the Dome. Ever since then it was just him Wilbur and the Dome. The Dome protected Tommy and Wilbur from the attack and kept them safe intel there food supply ran out. Tommy and Wilbur only met more survivors wen Tommy was 7, he was already good at scavenging, using a gun and many other survival tactics then. Tommy and Wilbur got the first two other followers of the Dome wen he was 10 the others were slightly older then Tommy but younger then Wilbur. Not long after Fort Kick Ass settled down in the area. There leader was often debated on(as one was said to be the leader but another was fallowed by all the members including the leader) but on thing is for sure, don’t fuck with the local cannibals. Didn’t stop Tommy and the rest of the followers of the church of Dome from trying. Wen Tommy was 15 Wilbur told Tommy that he lost his faith to the Dome, but Tommy believed that Wilbur would come back around eventually, he just needed a little push. Tommy never thought that this was the push Wilbur needed or would get but it was.

It was in another battle with Fort Kick Ass wen it happened, sure Tommy(16)was in good terms with the defacto leader of the group but he still hated the rest of the group with a passion. As the Second in command of the Dome church(and arguably the true leader at this point) Tommy could do whatever the fuck he felt like. He killed, he stole he was mother fucking TommyInnit, a boy who knew to much about pop cultural from before the Bombs dropped then anyone who was 3 at the time should know and he did whatever the fuck he damn well pleased.

So you could see how much of a shock it was for the sharpshooter to see his loyal followers drop left and right and the hand’s of the cannibals(some of the cannibals even eating there corpses on the battlefield). It was a horrible sight to see but Tommy has been in the apocalypse almost all his life so he was desensitized to this(still hurt him emotions though). As Tommy ran to a different cover(as hi ladies one was attacked) he tripped, within seconds a Cannibal was over him Tommy was about to die, wen suddenly there was a loud rumble coming from the Dome and then Tommy was somewhere else. It was a green and lush place like how things looked before the booms, it looked to be mid day. Right next to him was a blue cape with fluff around the edges and gold ascent’s. After starting at it confused Tommy picked up the cape, under it was what someone that looked exactly like him except he had no scar’s, no signs of being even close to radiation, and looked like he had never seen a day of hardship in his entire life, Tommy took a deep breath and whispered “what the fuck”.

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Tommy Carful Danger Kraken Innit had a tuff life. He was the second biological son of a grate and well known mercenary. Tommy had 2 older brothers that he loved very much. There father was never home and so they all left together wen Tommy was 7, he left his friends(the Bay boys/Business bay) and Wilbur and Tubbo left their’s. They lived in the Dream Smp for about 2 years before Wilbur had enough of Dreams dumb laws. So with the help of Tommy, Tubbo, Fundy(Wilbur’s 6 year old son)someone named Eret (and a drug business but that isn’t important). Soon more and more people joined and after meany events (such as Tommy being dubbed the messiah of the local religion) L’manberg became independent. Wen Tommy was 11 the election happened almost a year later his old brother was killed right in front of him. After that things seemed to calm down, he was safe.

Intel Tommy was 16, Tommy and his friend Ranboo accidentally burned down the ex-king George is house in a robbery gone wrong. He was then exiled for several months, abused by the man who forced his brother and best friend to exile him. After escaping and hiding in his dad’s best friends house he thought he would be safe, he was wrong again. It terns out that the person that he turned to for help was using him, and then tried to make Tommy into the bad guy wen he didn’t want to help. After watching the country he loved be destroyed by his old mentor, his dad and his abuser Tommy was devastated. But with the help of his friend’s and his new father figure he thought he would be ok. His hotel(that was secretly a front for drug empire) was being built, a new ray of hope.

It was wen he went out to get wood to help with the hotel’s constriction wen it happened. Niki(Someone who he trusts a friend, that’s why he ignored chat(a weird half curse half blessings placed on his dad and Techno’s bloodlines) wen they told him that danger was near) led him to a tundra that had the trees he needed. Wen it happened, Tommy didn’t really understand what happened. One minute he was trying to cut down some wood and the next he was somewhere else. The tree had went from spruce to oak and he was in a completely different place. The place was lush with flora and fauna and instead of the biting cold it felt like a nice spring day. Oh also there was a boy that looked like him but a lot more sickly and a a raccoon(? Tommy thought raccoons went extinct wen he was 4?) screaming. Not like angry or scared screamed but confused. “What the fuck is going on here???”.

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3 months has passed since that day, It took a month but Rust and SMP(as they have nicknamed themselves) had calmed Arctic (the nickname he picked) down enough for him to return to his human form. Arctic was a lot calmer then the other two but he was not trained in combat from a young age like the other two, he actually couldn’t do much he was a sheltered prince after all. So Rust and SMP taught the older boy him. Now they were all technically the same age but they were all born in different years, as Arctic was born 2,000 years before SMP and 2,509 years before Rust, so he was the oldest.

Rust watched as SMP was training Arctic in sword fighting, Rust was a sharp shooter and as guns didn’t exist in this world he had to learn how to use a crossbow, thankfully SMP was trained in that to(though he admitted that he barely used it and thus wasn’t that good with it) and Rust got the hang of it pretty fast. He was generally surprised that they weren’t returned to there world’s by now but he assumed that whatever was going on in there worlds after they left must have prevented there returned(or the people that put them here just forgot). Rust stood up as Arctic was given a lecture about how much he sucked but with “Big Man TommyInnit” is help he would suck slightly less for the 10th time today.

Rust walked into there cottage core house and grabbed a gold ingot from SMP’s chest the leave at the small alter he made for his god(SMP had one two but his was for a god of money or “the prime god”). He then went to get some leftover mushroom soup from last night’s dinner(it was honesty pretty bad but it was much better then the other food in the post apocalyptic world he lived in, SMP complained though at least he gave advice to Arctic on how to make it better.) Rust took a sip of the cold sop(as the did not own silverware and SMP did not know what silverware, cups and plates were intel three months ago) it was much better warm but the only why to heat it up was putting it under a campfire and that was so much effort for a snack. As Rust was drinking he started to wonder wen he started getting so picky, sure Arctic was much more picky the guy never had to eat cold food that was normally eaten warm before he also had silverware, but Rust normally hadn’t been that picky. As long as it was not human flesh he would eat anything, HELL he ones ate a raw rat before.

After he was done and put is in the sink(well it was actually a coldrin they had two one for cleaning and one for cooking) Arctic rushed in “RUST HOLY SHIT!!!” After that Arctic was talking a mile a minute it was fast and jumbled all Rust could make out was ‘harpy, Tommy, and poking’. “Wow, wow, wow Arctic Big man calm down your going to tern into a raccoon again at this rate” Once the original surprise was over It was actually pretty funny seeing him tern into a raccoon, Arctic didn’t like the feeling though said it was to warm and disorienting, it was also weird suddenly wanting to do things an actual raccoon wold do. After the oldest of the group calmed down he grabbed Rust’s hand and pulled him out the door and to the training ground’s, there not even 10 feet away was SMP poking something with the wooden sword him and Arctic used for training. After walking closer he could finally understand what Arctic was talking about, the things that SMP was poking was a nether well.... them. But he was much different from the other three, instead of the only physical difference being scars or in Arctic’s case lack there of this one was a different species. His legs were that of a bird with a par of small wings on his back. He was also seriously injured.

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It was a month since they all came here, Arctic was getting used to being human again after being stuck as a raccoon for a month, the overwhelming want to eat a raw fish that one time will forever honte him. Arctic, Rust and SMP were currently trading at a village, Arctic wanted to were the outfit he came here in(mines the cape)as it was an outfit used for diplomatic events and meeting’s(he also really liked the vests) but the others said that it was not good for long travel and was so nice that he should only were it on extremely special occasions. Apparently trading with villagers was not a special occasion. Arctic was given things for trading(some carrots from SMP’s small carrot farm, rotten flesh they got from zombies wich was not comfy, and leather), it didn’t take him long to find out why. Firstly, they were all ugly and looked the almost the exact same, Secondly they were as stubborn as a mule. No matter what Arctic tried the word “haggle” was not in there vocabulary. Thankfully there were Villagers that had cheeper prices(Arctic really wanted to pull the prince card but 1, he didn’t look rather princely right now and 2, they didn’t seem to have a hiarcy of any kind and he doubts that the word prince means anything to them). The fact that emrilds was there form of cirinsy was intristing though.

It was a slow process, it didn’t help that at one point the villagers refused to trade with the others so he had to do everything. But the resins they refused was...... respectable. Firstly SMP was trying to kill there iron golem(witch having an iron golem was an impressive thing to have in Arctic’s opinion. In his words they were only resintly invanted and only the richest of the rich and hively population cities had them. But there’s seemed hundreds if not thousands of years old.) with Rust helping him, then Arctic had to stop them from braking and entering, THEN stop them from stealing there hay barrels, THEN he had to tell SMP to replace the food he stole and SMP had Arctic traded some back, AND FINALLY he had to stop them from distorting there homes. Honestly it was one of the most tiring experience he’s ever had. After they returned home Arctic promptly went to his room and passed out.

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Tommy was an amazing kid, at least to Phil. Phil is the protector of the end, after Humans came to the End and almost wiped out his species to extinction and there severed wings were used to help the humans fly, he got to work. Phil was essentially a god so with his power’s he got several member of the different humanoid species and went to war with the humans. After killing all the humans in every stronghold he created the Enderdragon to protect the end, afterwards he closed off the enderportal’s trapping him and his still living soldiers in the overworld. Finally he created Enderman there existence was to be the gateway between the end, the overworld and later the nether.

Wen Phil was done he left and began traveling, on his travels the godlike being learned that most Humans(and all the others humanoid species that he didn’t even know existed as he had only seen humans enter) had NO IDEA about what was happening. Apparently the entire things was orchestrated by a secret underground society of human supremacist.

One of the species Phil has the most interest in(for a little bit)were Avian’s. If there world’s were not forcefully connected for only 2,300 years and it was a natural connection he would have assumed that they were a subspecies of his kind or that they at least were related by a common ancestor. That intrigue quickly wore of wen he released that there society weren’t that different then the humans he went to war with just less violent and vegan. Just picture the air nomads from Avatar but not friendly to anyone that wasn’t an air bender.

After this disappointing revelation he went and did his research on the other’s completely ignoring Avians. It took Phil 2,298 years but he finally met an Avian that was like the humans that didn’t know about the people attacking the End. Tommy was the kids name, from what Phil gathered the kid was abandoned as his wings stopped growing wen he was 6, so he was considered defective(the only real problem they had was that they were to small for him to glide for long period’s of time, the gliding was also pretty uneven). The kid ADORD Phil, called him the only man ever and bagged Phil to tech him how to fly. It broke Phil’s hart to crush the 10 year olds dream’s, the kids persistent though and followed him everywhere, he hadn’t felt this adored in years(he avoided most Avians after all. They could get really creepy with there god worship of his species).

Wall allowing the kid to fallow him(trust me if Phil didn’t want Tommy to fallow him Tommy would not fallow him one way or another), he regretted not taking the time to learn more about Avians biology. It started wen the only food Phil had to offer(as it was the best for long travel’s) was dried meat, dispute Phil watching Tommy eat wait he gave him Tommy seemed to get sicker and showed since of malnourishment. That’s how Phil learned that Veganism was not something they willingly did but it was because they couldn’t digest meat. He asked Tommy why he didn’t tell him and even excepted the food he offered Tommy, the hatchling said he didn’t want to be rude. Another thing that Phil noticed was that Tommy only seemed to sleep wen he passed out from exhaustion. Phil remember waking up one morning an there first night traveling together were Tommy said he watched Phil sleep that night and chased off some mobs. Phil at first thought that ment that Avians didn’t sleep much, it wouldn’t be the first time he seen a species that didn’t sleep much, Piglins only slept once every 100 or so days and Phantoms practically never slept(although he’s pretty sure there the ghost’s of dead hybrids). It only took Tommy passing out once for him to release that Avian floating city’s and mountain homes were not just for show, it was because there instincts refused to let them sleep at low altitudes. Pumping there body’s with adrenaline intel they get to a safe place to sleep or there body can no longer keep them awake. Poor thing said that he didn’t want to worry Phil and that it was a normal enough occurrence that it didn’t really bother Tommy as much as it should.

After finding that out Phil began looking for a safe place to settle with Tommy. To Phil a safe place was somewhere with just Him, Tommy and the people he trusted. Wall he was looking he added more people to his party, a Phantom musician by the name of Wilbur, a pompous Enderman by the name of Ranboo, and a young Buzzling by the name of Tubbo(who kind of scared everyone in the party). It took him a year(and becoming friends with a young merling who showed Phil the perfect spot for his dean) after that him and his party got to work on building there home’s. Phil built a bird house for just him and his hatchling Tommy. It was nice and peaceful, intel one day wen Tommy was 13 he went missing, for a week. Phil was panicking, nether him or anyone else find him. Wilbur was the one to find him and the Blazeborn he brought back. He was not that big of a fan of the Blazeborn(Jack was his name) but if he and Tommy got along then he would be fine, Phil still couldn’t believe that they had agreed to make a pub together. Later this weird Arachnid came and started trying to scam people, he was eventually chased out and killed(Tommy made a rudimentary grave for the fuck). There was also this slime that hang out around the area but Phil couldn’t see that dumbass as a threat.

Everything was going fine, there were some bumps here and there but nothing to big. Hell Tommy’s wings started growing again they still weren’t as big as they should be but it was something. Intel, that happened. Tommy was 16(almost 17) wen they showed up, it was a group of slavers, they found there little community and were going to sell them or kill them for some of there body parts. This infuriated Phil, how DARE this pathetic group attack his home, his friends, his hatchling they were going to pay Phil was a GOD and now was a great time to use his gifts to the fullest.

Phil went on a rampage, killing any and all of them as swiftly as possible, hell Phil NEVER needed that army, he only took them because it was wrong to not let them have there revenge, he was known as the angel of death for a reason. Phil only stopped wen he heard the scream of his son. Turning around what he saw shocked him to his core. Tommy lying on the ground heavily injured, several open wounds, and one of his wings broken, he needed help now but Phil still needed to hunt the fuckers down. He had to make a choice fast leave Tommy to hunt the people that attacked and took some of his friends or help Tommy leaving the others and probably never seeing them again. Then Phil remembered something, didn’t some of the others leave people in that pocket dimension they shared? And weren’t they still there? So maybe...... Without a second thought he snapped his fingers and dropped Tommy inside.

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Tommy groaned as he opened his eyes to the oak ceiling, hold on oak? The roof at his house was Spruce, and the roof was much taller. If it wasn’t for the fact that Tommy felt like he was hit by a Wither he would have questioned it more. Then he heard the door open “Aaa your awake” said a voice, no that couldn’t be, Tommy turned and locked eyes with himself. No not himself, but also himself. This Tommy dressed similarly to Wilbur, from the beanie to the hairstyle. He had on a old jacket with patches Tommy couldn’t make out, oversized ripped cargo pants and what he thought were army boots. He had scars on his face that ranged from small to large, he was also human. He’s holding a bowl as he walks towards Tommy, the man that looked like Tommy but also didn’t put the bowl down on the dresser next to him and then helped Tommy sit up before handing him the bowl “your going to have to hold the bowl to your mouth and drink it that way sadly the person who makes most of are furniture only recently learned what a spoon, fork, knife and plate were and thus can’t make them.” Tommy looked at him and then the bowl with mushroom soup in it then back at the man. “Who are you? Where am I? How did I get here??” The Tommy but not Tommy guy sighs and then leave’s the room, he then comes back with a chair and sits in it. “Questions one” he said and held up one finger “I’m you from another dimension or your me from another dimension, same different, you can call me Rust” Tommy was about to talk wen the other man- no Rust interrupted him “save all questions for the end” he holds up another finger “we don’t know we’re here is ether, Arctic thinks this is a pocket dimension shard between different people from different universes, as he was the only one that got to see who put him here” he held up a third finger “you were probably put here by a god or a being with godlike powers just like the rest of us”. Tommy nods before taking a sip of the sop and then cringing “ya Arctic is the one who made that, this is how we’re teaching him to cook” “what type of dumbass can’t cook?!?” “A royal one” there was a moment of silence after that, it was Rust that spoke up again “you might want to finish that up fast it’s much better warm” Tommy quickly chugs the thing. “Not that fast you could choke!” “Well it’s not like I’m letting this shit sit in my mouth” “trust me it’s not that bad I’ve had worse”. After that it was silent again.

“Rust is he awake?” Said another voice that was definitely his, but much more cheerful the Rust’s monotone voice. In came another Tommy, another human Tommy, this one was warning a blue vest with a white shirt with an ascot. He had black pants and dress shoes with a brown belt, parts of his outfit was decorated in gold chains. This one must be Arctic. “Oh he is!” He said with a bright smile “you can call me Arctic” so he was right. “Uuuu” Arctic put a finger over Tommys mouth “shush bird boy” did this Fucker just call him bird boy?!? “I know this is all very scary and confusing, trust me I had a panic attack wen I first got here, I had never had one of those before.” “I’m sorry did you just call me bird boy?!?” “Yes I thought it would be a lot friendlier then what Rust and SMP were calling you” “and that was” Tommy said taking Arctic’s arms off him. Wen did he start petting him?? “Bird bitch” Tommy looked at Rust with a shocked face, as Rust looked at I’m with a shit eating grin “what are you going to do about it Bird bitch” Tommy lunged at Rust and Arctic quickly grabbed him trying to hold him back as Rust started cackling.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Said another human Tommy who Tommy is going to take a guess and say was the SMP guy Arctic talked about. The guy had scars that liters his face just like Rust, he was waring a netherite chest plate and a green bandanna that was ripped and worn on the edges. He’s waring jeans and combat boots unlike the other two he screamed trained soldier. His hair is long and held in a ponytail. “Help me hold him!” “Why?” “I told him you and Rust were calling him Bird bitch!” SMP let out a small chuckle and then let out a loud “HA” wen Rust feel backwards and onto the floor. Tommy grind at their pain and sat back down on the bed before he reminded something “actually hold on I’m injured how did I do that?” “Oh SMP gave you a healing potion so you should actually be all better now! Just I bit sore!” Arctic said.

Tommy nods at this, “alright onto the question at hand” SMP said as Rust got back up and fixed his char. “Do you remember how you got here?” Tommy nods “I was with Phil” “who’s Phil?” Rust asked. All the other Tommy’s looked at him and then Tommy begin’s speaking again “anyways,-“ “this is a serious question why doesn’t anyone tell me?!?” “I was with Phil we were just talking at home and I remember leaving to go to Wilbur’s, the next thing I remember was being attacked by a group of slavers I think? People ran and I got captured by the slavers. I fought back and well.... the only thing I remember before passing out was Phil running over covered in blood, but the weird part is I don’t think he was injured.” SMP scoffed “of course he wasn’t he’s called the Angel of Death for a reason” all the other Tommy’s looked at him in a mixture of fear and confusion. “I’m sorry he’s called the what” Tommy said his voice a little shaky, wall Arctic looked at him like he was lying. “The Angel of Death? I mean he has a good reason to be called that. Fucker is hella old like super old probably as old as the dinosaurs” Arctic let out I sigh or relief at that “ok then it can’t be my Phil, he might look 30 but he’s 53”. SMP humms “or he could also have that nickname but you guys seriously didn’t know about that” Arctic and Tommy shook there hades “I don’t even know who Phil is”.

“Anyway,” SMP said trying to change the subject “what is your species?” Tommy perked up at this “oh I’m an Avian! From the sound of it you three don’t have my kind in your universe?” All the other Tommy’s nod “do we have some things we need to know about your species or?” Arctic asked. “Other then my species being herbivores-“ “herbivores?” Rust asked “Vegan” Arctic said not looking away from Tommy, “still don’t know what that means” “and my species can only sleep at high altitudes” SMP raised an eyebrow at that “how does that work?” “My body gets pumped full of adrenaline wen I get to tired but I’m not high up as it sees sleeping in low altitudes as a death wish, it only lets up intel I become to weak to make more adrenaline” “alright!” Rust say clapping his hands, “one more thing! What do you want us to call you and no it can’t be Tommy, TommyInnit, Big Man, wife haver or anything like that. We already fought over those names before Arctic said that if we can’t agree then none of us should have it” Tommy sat there for a moment and thought. “Hermes!” “No” both Rust and SMP said at the same time. “We are not going to call you the name of a god” SMP said, Arctic gasped at that “let’s just call him Avian” Rust said, all three nodded as Avian deflated.

“Oh right!” SMP said “do you know how to fight?” Avian nods “ya Phil taught me hand to hand combat and how to use a dagger, I’m also pretty good at a sword” SMP smiles at that. “Grate now are party consists of a Rough, Fighter, Ranger and” SMP stops wen he reaches Arctic, thinking. He holds out his hand and puts his fist in it “house wife in training” Rust smiles at that wall Avian let’s out a loud laugh. Arctic is face is red with both anger and embarrassment “I AM A DIPLOMAT YOU FUCK” “ya SMP he can barely cook let alone clean he’s more like....... a pack mule” Rust says, Avian laugh’s harder at that and Arctic fucking lunges at Rust

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It was a normal day in.... wherever they were. Arctic, Avian and SMP were getting back from a week long Atrading run. SMP complained saying they should just get some domesticated ones instead of dealing with the free rangers prices. Arctic(and Rust but he stayed to watch the house and take care of the farm, so he isn’t that important at the moment)didn’t know what that ment but Avian seemed to agree much to Arctic’s chagrin. Wen they had got home things were different. Firstly there were giant pinwheels behind the house, there were also long ropes littering the ground. The some of the ropes were thick walls other were thin, they were also most definitely not rope but that was the only thing Arctic could compare them to. “Holy shit! Is that an automatic farm?!?” SMP screamed as he ran up to the contraption attached to the farm.

“What are all these wires doing around here?” Avian asked. “Well I’m glad you asked” said Rust as he stood on the porch(wen did they get a porch?). Rust was not waring his normal attire but instead a brown bath robe, pink slippers and some type of glasses but they were all black, he was also holding a wine glass with a suspicious dark colored bubbleing liquid. “We’re did you get sunglasses fro-“ “HOLY SHIT IS THAT COKE!!!” Avian asked before being interrupted by SMP as he ran to Rust. “It is!” Rust said as he flaunted the suspicious dark colored bubbleing liquid to SMP. “I haven’t had it since we got here” SMP said, “in my word this shit is a luxury item the last time I had it I was 10” Rust said and then he took a sip of the ‘coke’. Isn’t that a drug? Why dose this drink have the same name as a drug? Are they talking about doing drugs?? Knowing them probably.

“Ok, so do you care to explain what all of...... this is” Arctic said before motioning around the area. Rust took a sip of his drink again before talking “well wall you were all out I went exploring” “you were supposed to watch the house” “wall I was exploring, I happen to stumble apon as the best I can describe it a cosmic trash heep. It’s filled with things that the people that put us here, and maybe even others, just left. So with a bit of time and effort I was able to get the things that were still good to use here and brought them over then set them up. I also had some time to kill so a made us a porch.” Once he was done with his monologue Rust took a sip of his drink again.

“Ok but how in the name of the nine rings of hell did you manage to complete all of this in a week?” Arctic said. “How can you tern into a raccoon” “you can tern into a raccoon??” “It was a magical power givin to me wen I was a new born as a sine that I was excepted by the king of the country as an hair to the throne? How does that relate to you? Because we both know that you’re not nor does your universe have magic” Rust looked into his glass and spun the drink around before taking a sip “Don’t question me”. Arctic looks around confused “but-“ “anyways” Rust says cutting Arctic off. “I’ll show you guys we’re I got the stuff from, it was large so I wasn’t able to get everything I also had to learn seven skills that normal takes people years to learn.” “Like what?”SMP asked “Pluming, electrical, how to repair half of this stuff, a lot more a can’t name off the top of my head” Rust said as he walked off the porch and onto a different path that was not there a week ago. The others fallowed

After 5 hours of walking they found what they were looking for. A large planes biome at least that’s what Arctic thinks it was. The large area of ground was COVERED in trash, books, large objects both ones he did and didn’t recognize covered the ground and food both rotten and not “welcome to The cosmic dumping grounds” Rust said as he showed the place off “ya we know you told us it’s name before coming here” Arctic said “also it’s in the chapter title” before Arctic or Avian could question SMP Rust interrupted them “ya ya whatever” he said as he rolled his eyes “I’m going back to the house look around if ya want, see you guys later” as Rust said that Arctic went to pick up a cook book he spotted earlier called ‘50 way to cook a carrot’. Right as he bent down to pick it up Avian started talking “Hay hold on a second” “ya Aves?” Rust said as he turned to look. “Are house is on the ground, completely flat” “well technically Me, Arc and SMP’s house seeing as you live in a tower completely separate from it” “my point is the porch had stares which means you would have had to pick up the inter house to add the type of porch you made”. There was a long moment of silence as the all looked at Rust and Rust started back at Avian not braking eye contact before finally Arctic spoke.

“Rust what the FUCK?!?”

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“Hay, Hay Arctic” Avian says wen he walks into Arctic’s room, well it was more like a storage room that’s attached to the kitchen with a bed,endear chest, lantern and bookshelf shoved into the far left corner. “Ya what is it Aves?” Arctic said as he looked up from his book ‘The Herbal Alchemist’s Handbook’. Avian is standing in his doorway trying to look as pathetic as possible. “Can you help me with something??” “Sure but why are you sounding so whiny?” Avian tilts his head “Well normally people that aren’t Phil, Wilbur, Tubbo and Ranboo will ignore me if I don’t annoy them into helping me” there was a moment of silence before Arctic asked “are you ok??”. “Ya I’m fine why do you ask?” “Well the fact that you have to practically bage people to help you with things regularly is vary worrying.” “I don’t see the problem?” “Ok that’s even more worrying”. “Anyways, can you help me with something?” “You don’t just change the conversation like that” Avian stared at Arctic blankly.

“Alright I guess I’m not getting anything else out of you, and I already agreed” “oh ya..” “but what do you need help with?” Arctic asked “well you know my wings right?” Avian said fluttering his wings a bit for added affect. “Ya there not very hard to miss” “well I haven’t been able to properly preen them since I got here seeing as I can’t get the back easily and I was wandering if you could do it? See as your Phil has wings to and you’ve definitely preened them before” “I mean sure I’ll help but I’ve never-” “GREAT! Let’s go!” and with that Avian ran to his bed, grabbed Arctic’s rist and dragged him out the room.

“What ya two up to” Rust asked not looking up from cleaning the gun in his hands, siting next to him is SMP who didn’t even acknowledge them as his souls focus is working on a jacket Avian asked him to make a week ago. “Arctic agreed to preen me!” Avian said excitedly, SMP perked up at the word preen but was only half listening now. “Like I was trying to say before you dragged me here I don’t know how to preen someone” with that Avian looked at Arctic horrified. “But- but you said that-“ “I know how to preen I can do it for you” Avian snapped his head to SMP “no” he said in there deep voice. SMP stared confused for a second before he seemed to release why and nodded in understanding, then he went back to work.

After that Avian’s attention was all on Arctic again, putting his hands on Arctic’s shoulder’s and getting closer to his face with each sentence. “Your Phil has wings” “yes” “and there feathered” “yes” “and you have never preened them before” “yes” “dose he even love you” “yes???” “IS THAT A QUESTION OR A STATEMENT ARCTIC” Avian practically screamed in Arctic’s face as he begins shaking him. “PLEASE STOP SHAKING ME” Arctic screamed with tears in his eyes. Avian stopped, put there foreheads together and whispered “is it a question or a statement” “a statement” Arctic whispered back.

“Why are you acting like this?” “Why aren’t you upset, you’re own father won’t let you preen him” Avian said that like it was the end of the world. “Mine doesn’t let me do it but you don’t see me complaining” SMP said. Avian gasped “are you ok????” “Well I’m a child soldier so no, but if you mean with the preening thing then ya Wilbur let me preen his.” “Well that’s good”. “Sooo why is it a big deal” “Family” both Avian and SMP said at the same time in different tones. “Bird hybrid’s in my universe, which is the closest thing to Avians I have, see wing preening as something to be shared with the people you trust the most, those you see as family” “oooo- hold on you see me as family” Arctic said. Avian flushed “UGGYGSTUIJCDFH NO” “aaawwww Aves you don’t have to be embarrassed! I don’t mind if you see me like that!” Arctic said practically cooing and rapping Avian in a huge. “UUUUGG LETS JUST GO” and with that Avian dragged Arctic out of the house. Rust looked over at what SMP was sowing “oh that’s good” “thanks” “what’s that supposed to be?” “A boomer jacket” “oooh, like mine?” “Ya bit this one has fluff on it” “I’m pretty sure those ones are called flight jackets” “what’s the difference?” “From what I’ve gathered, only the fluff”.

Avian dragged him to his “house”, Avian’s house was a tall skinny tower made of oak and cobblestone with a large glass dome. The dome was were his bedroom was, it stored all his stuff and was were he sleeped. It wasn’t larger as he was in the cottage most of the time but it worked for its purpose. Avian rushed Arctic up the ladder and into the mane room. Arctic had only been here once back wen it was first made. The room hasn’t changed much but it definitely looks more lived in. The floor is covered in a red carpet, up against the wall right were the wall terns into glass lies a nest made out of blankets of varying shades of red, black and white. The nest is bilt around two matrices that are sitting on the floor, a few pillows are placed inside the nest as well as a single louse blanket. Right next to it was a nightstand with a lantern sitting on it. Chest also lined the walls holding an assortment of personal items.

With a few small clucks Avian gently led Arctic to the nest and sat him in it. Avian then sat right in front of Arctic and happily displayed his wings. “Ok what do I do?” There’s a long pause.

“ok so do you know what a uropygial gland is?”

It was a long and grueling thing learning how to preen for the both of them. Also weird, really, really weird. But once Arctic got the hang of it it was easy. “Ok now what?” Arctic asked after washing his hands. “Know we cuddled!” And that’s just what happened!

“Soo your Wilbur has wings” Rust asked

“Ya Angel of storms” Arctic replied

“Neat, and you mentioned that this Phil guy is your biological father and also the Angel of Death”

“Yep”

“So does that make you an Angel?”

“Ya”

“Then we’re are your wings? And what are you the Angel of”

“That is a story for another day”

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It took Tuberculosis (Tubbo) _ an embarrassingly long time to release something was wrong. It was three weeks after the nuke launch wen he noticed. He hadn’t seen Tommy in a while which was strange, normally he would see him wandering the SMP doing tasks for Sam Nook. But he didn’t think much of it. Something he noticed wen Tommy came back was that he would sometimes have off days. Days were he spent his time coped up in his dirt hut, not wanting to see anyone or be near anyone. Tubbo understood, he got like that to sometimes and so he gave his younger brother some space.

The young dragon hybrid only released something was wrong wen Sam Nook came to him and asked if he had seen Tommy. Apparently Tommy wasn’t at his house or responding to his communicator and the last time Sam Nook had seen him was wen he left with Niki to get some spruce wood. The same day he let of the nuke, in the same place he saw Niki all alone with no Tommy. This was extremely worrying, so after messaging Tommy and getting no response he asked Jack and Niki if they had seen him. Jack looked….. upset, nervous, scared, guilty even wen he told Tubbo that no he hadn’t seen Tommy. Wen he asked Niki something was off. She looked at Tubbo sadly with pity in her eyes before she said “no I haven’t seen him” and continued like nothing happened. Wen he brought up the fact that she was the last person to see Tommy she got… defensive. “Why do you think it was me?” “I couldn’t have done it!” “Why are you blaming me” which wasn’t really what he said at all. Sure he was suspicious at first but he didn’t genuinely think she had something to do with his disappearance, intel now at least.

He walked up to Niki, put a hand on her shoulder before asking one more time “Niki do you know were Tommy is?” “No” Niki firmly stated. With a suspicious glare Tubbo let go of her and walked away. This wouldn’t be the last time he and Niki would talk about this. Now that talk happened again two weeks later. Tubbo was super fucking stressed. Between his younger brother going missing, one of his Nukes dropping off the face of the earth and him resintly adopting Michael. Things haven’t been the best, Ranboo was trying his best to help, and he appreciated that he really did but he wasn’t helping vary much. But finally after 2 weeks of looking he got a lead.

He was walking to Jacks house wen it happened, he was going to inform him of the missing nuke wen he overheard Jack and Niki talking. “Niki I don’t know about this” “Jack you know what happened and are plan succeeded, we got rid of that menus. Why are you so hung up about this?” “It’s just that Tubbo is my friend, I practically grow up with the guy you did to! And we both know what he’s like wen he’s stressed.” “I understand we’re your coming from but what are we supposed to tell him? We used his test weapon to kill Tommy!” That….. Tubbo went slack, numb almost wen he heard that. “We don’t know if he’s dead! There was no death message!” “The nuke is an brand new weapon! No one has died from it yet! For all we know his communicator could have been permanently destroyed before the message could have been sent!” Calmly ever so calmly Tubbo entered the house. Jack and Niki looked at him in shock and terror wen he entered. Tubbo looked them blankly before asking in a monotone voice “wold you like to see if that’s true?”.

After dealing with Niki and Jack(for now they both had a few more lives left) he walked to one of the first buildings in Snowchester, he never thought he would have to use it again but here he is. The necromancy tower stood proudly as Tubbo entered, happily awaiting for the next life it would be giving back. But it didn’t work. Nothing. Worked. He double, triple and quadruple checked the things he needed. He wasn’t an amateur this wasn’t the first time he’s done this(he still feels bad about the hole Ghostbur thing) sure the best he can do is bring back there ghost, stop zombies from decaying and giving said zombies back the souls. He couldn’t completely reanimate a corpse but no one can. The only why is if that person was infected with the zombie virus before they died and even then there wasn’t a 100% certainty that they wold come back. But he’s Tubbo motherfucking _ and the person he’s reviving is Tommy Carful Danger Kraken Innit. If he can’t bring him back then there’s two possibilities. 1) it has something to do with Tommy’s mom or 2) Tommy is alive he just needs to find him.

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It was a normal day in hell(as SMP lovingly called it) well as normal as a day can be wen four people from the completely different universes but are all technically the same person can be. Arctic and Avian were fastly becoming friends as Avian was the only one who didn’t make fun of Arctic’s cooking. Because apparently Arctic was the only one that could cook. Avian’s diet in his home world consisted of Apples, raw and cooked potatoes, bread and carrots witch isn’t to different then it is now but almost everything tasted bad apparently(just like in SMP’s universe) spices were not a thing and he didn’t even bother to add other ingredients to things! SMP’s diet consisted of well(almost burnt) meat, carrots and bread(sometimes he had something called golden apples because apparently in his universe gold is edible wen melted and put on apples and carrots, which if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes he would of thought SMP was fucking with him)and all his cooking was slightly burnt he also didn’t eat that often as crime, poverty and wars ran rampant in his universe(he once jokingly said that a war happened every other week, at least Arctic hoped he was joking). Don’t even get him started on Rust the guy who only eat every couple of days and had only used a campfire to cook meat with. So really they all had no room to complain and were just being dicks.

Arctic hummed a song as he made dinner. Sturing the pot as he added more herbs, intel the kitchen door slammed open. “ARCTIC HOLY FUCK TAKE THIS” SMP screamed as he threw a dark blue robe with a small Animal skull on it at Arctic. Arctic held it in his hands as he looked at SMP, concerned. The boy was waring a very similar get up the only different was he was wearing a large Ram skull with thin blue lines carefully panted on in no particular pattern, some being short and straight others in a looping pattern. “No time to explain put the soup on a low temperature or something and come with me” doing as instructed Arctic turned the stove to a low temperature and walked out of the kitchen. “You know your lucky I was making soup and not something else” “all you make is soup! Mushroom soup, carrot and potato soup, just broth and a few meat soups before avian moved in! I’m tired of eating soup!” “Get more things for me to use to cook and maybe we we wouldn’t have this problem” “you need more things then a pot and furnace??” “YES!”.

Wen they got to there destination(the training area of the yard) they saw Avian and Rust also standing there both of whom were wearing the same things SMP through at him. Rust was lighting up blue candles around a summoning circle with Avian watching. “Put that on” SMP said in regarding to the robe in Arctic’s hand. As he slipped it one Arctic asked “what are we doing” “summoning a demon” Rust declared cheerfully. “We’re not summoning a Demon, we’re summoning something better” SMP said as he stood in front of one of the blue candles and opened the book in his hands.

“Ok all of you stand in front of a candle” hesitantly Arctic obeyed, fallowed by a confused Avian and an exited Rust. Holding up one hand and looking at the book SMP begins to read “Hyacinthum ovis Amicum caeruleum Hyacinthum ovis Amicum caeruleum Hyacinthum ovis Amicum caeruleum Hyacinthum ovis” after the first couple chants with his hand still in the air SMP motioned them to fallow. Arctic, Avian and Rust all looked at each other confused before collectively shrugging. They held up both there arms and(with much less confidence and slightly confused) began chanting with him. “Hyacinthum ovis Amicum caeruleum Hyacinthum ovis Amicum caeruleum Hyacinthum ovis Amicum caeruleum Hyacinthum ovis Amicum caeruleum Hyacinthum ovis” they all chanted wen suddenly the circle began to glow a bright blue, and emerged with a mighty “BAAA” was a blue sheep. They all stopped chanting and holding there arms up to stare at the sheep(which was floating above the ground just enough that they all had to look up at it). “Hello TommyInnit’s” the sheep said not looking at any of them. It did not open its mouth to speak but there eyes glowed a little as it projected it’s thought’s into there heads in it’s echoey voice.

“FRIEND” SMP screamed with glee, throwing his hands in the air and flinging the now closed book behind him by accident. “Ghostbur’s charge” the sheep-friend-said “I missed you buddy!” “I’m still confused what’s happening” Arctic said with Avian nodding in agreement. “Well you see” SMP starts “I fond this book and it talked about a sheep god that had the same description as Ghostbur’s pet” “who’s Ghostbur?” Rust whispered to the others who shrugged. “So I thought hay wouldn’t it be cool to summon them! So I did” there was a long moment of silence before Arctic started walking back to the house “I need to get back to making dinner”.

The remaining three stood there “what do we do know?” Rust asked. “I don’t know” SMP said, so they all just stood there awkwardly before they heard a grone. The looked to the left and saw a Zombie approaching them, SMP sighed and went to get his sword out of his inventory but before he could a red light left Friend’s eyes and the zombie was down, a burning whole lade were it was hit before it poffed and dropped its rotting flesh. They all looked at Friend, then each other, a wide smile growing on their faces “oh I know exactly what we’re going to do”.

They all entered the house and walked to the dining room/kitchen. There at the table sat an extra char, well it was less of a char and more like a pillow. Friend floated to the pillow and sat down on it facing the table. The other Tommy’s except Arctic all sat in there seats, Arctic happily putting there bowls in front of the others and wheat in front of Friend before seating down with his own bowl and eating. Rust and SMP cringed as they eat. Avian and Arctic on the other hand began to eat happily. “Thank you Arctic Prince” Friend said as they begin to eat. “Oh no problem!” Arctic said smiling “God it’s so nice to have someone with manners here, no offense Avas” “oh none taken”. It was silent once again save for the clinging of silverware and (eventually) the faint sound of music coming from SMP, before Rust spoke “Honestly how can you two even eat this shit?” “how can you eat a raw rat?” Arctic asked “It was one time! one time!” “I don’t get how you all don’t like this? Sure it was bad the first few weeks but it definitely got better” Avian said. There was I silence as Rust and SMP looked at Avian, Arctic continued eating with a blank face. Rust(who was sitting next to Avian) lunged for the bowl. “Hay what-?!” Rust grabbed the bowl and chugged, before just as quickly pulling back “WHAT THE FUCK” he screamed. “What, what’s wrong?!” SMP asked the music stoping abruptly, before having Avian’s bowl shoved into his hands “give it back” Avian wined, “drink this” Rust demanded. SMP took the bowl skeptically, before taking a sip his eyes widening “it’s…. good” SMP whispered “it is” said Rust as he took the bowl back and handed it back to Avian, who now stares sadly at his almost empty bowl. “What is the meaning of this!” Rust said as he stood up and slammed his hand on the table.

Arctic (who was peting Friend) didn’t look at them as he continued to pet Friend and began spinning his spoon in the other, a bored look on his face. With no emotion in his voice he began speaking “Oh it was easy really, especially if it’s with soup. Just put a little extra of something in it or even something not in the recipe” Arctic dropped his spoon and flared out his hands “boom. A single serving, ruined” there was a pos as Rust and SMP started at him shock, Avian on the other hand started in reverins “that was the worst villain monologue I’ve ever heard and I have heard my fair share of villain monologues” SMP mumbled. Rust snapped out of it and slammed his hand on the table again “that doesn’t explain why you did it”. Arctic glanced over coldly “payback asshole” he went back to looking at Friend “Avian was the only one nice to me in regards to cooking so he’s the only one that gets good food”. Having no idea what to say next they just went back to eating.

The next day they Avian, SMP Rust and Friend were out side. “Ok, so, Friend there’s this one village that has-“ SMP said before Friend interrupted him “you three want me to destroy a village with my lazier eyes” there was a moment of silence “yes” SMP said. If a sheep could shrug that’s what Friend did “sure, I don’t get to cause chaos vary often. Normally I’m a brainless sheep or a stuffed anima. Rarely am I given access to my full potential” “what” Avian said “not important” Friend replied and begin levitating off in a random direction. They all looked at each other wandering what to do before Rust shrugged and began fallowing the sheep, SMP and Avian on there tales.

I few hours later they got to the random village and all hell broke lose. SMP and Rust laughing maniacally as the Sheep wrecked havoc on the pore unsuspecting village. Avian looked conflicting, before sighing and using this as an opportunity to rob the place. Braking into both burning and non burning villages to get take there stuff and filling his pockets with there hay barrels and farm’s food. Rust started chasing the villagers and hunting them for sport, he would of inslaved them but they were supposed to keep this hiding this from Arctic who would have heavily disapproved of this. He had mastered the look of a disappointed relative so well that none of them liked to upset him. So hunting for sport it was, it’s not like he was going to eat them or anything. He’s not one of those fucking cannibal’s. SMP on the other hand had somehow gotten on top of the floating sheep and was having a blast directing the lazy eyes. “Yes dance for us, dance” he whispered under his breath as he had Friend shot his lazier beams(haha pun, god he wandered how that guy was doing? SMP hasn’t seen him or Vikestar(the all mighty) in years) at the feet of some pore villager feet repeatedly.

Smash cut to several hours before hand, Arctic was cleaning the house because he was the only one who did shit around here. Wen he sensed something was…. Off. It was quite, not that it was unusual. The house was cold be quiet at times, but never for this long. There was no sound of target practice from Rust, sword practice from SMP, Farming from SMP and Avian or just general quite. Normally if it was quite for this long some form of music could be heard. From the Music SMP seemed to radiate wen he hasn’t talked for more then 10 minutes or from the discs he carried with him everywhere, maybe Rust playing something on his gutter or Avian singing just loud enough for it to be faintly heard through the walls. This was unnerving, Arctic got up from his position from the floor before slowly walking outside and looking out only to see… no one, nothing. “Oh no…” Arctic whispered as a look of terrier crossed his face. Arctic looked around for something, anything that could tell him about were they went before he spotted it. In the distance, a vary hard to see lime of smoke was in the distance, so hard to see that Arctic missed it at first. And with that he booked it into the direction of the smoke.

Wen Arctic got there everything froze, except Arctic who was leaning against a tree trying to catch his breath. “Fuck… I…. regret running….. all the way here…. I almost past out ….. several times. What the fuck…. and why…. is everything ether oak forest…. or small planes? I swear I haven’t seen anything other than those two biomes since we got here! Oof….” Arctic said catching his breath in between every couple words, before he straitened himself up a bit but was still leaning against the tree. “What…. do…. you four… think… your doing…..?” There was a moment of silence before Avian spoke up “crime?” “Well I can see that I’m not blind… I mean… what makes you think this was… a good idea” more silence “it was SMP’s idea” Friend said. This cause the other to go into an unintelligible argument, each talking over the other. “No it was-“ “honestly-“ “not my-“ “shut up” “You we’re the one who-“ “that is not my-“ “rat eating-“ “Shut up” “IT WAS ONE-“ “MUD EATING-“ “CHICKEN MOTHER-“ “SHUT UP!!!” silence. “I don’t care who did what! You all agreed to do” Arctic gestures broadly “this together is it’s all your fault!” Arctic said in the voice of a disappointed and angry mother with a look on his face that can match. They all looked down in shame even the sheep. “Now we’re going home, and someone carry me, I can’t feel my legs” with a sigh they all walked over to Arctic (well floated in SMP and Friends case). SMP got of of Friend and picked up Arctic, bridal stile. Before throwing him onto Friend like he was a sack of potato’s.

Wen they all got back it was extremely late and Arctic had fallen asleep on Friend. Avian picked Arctic up which woke the other up. “Mmm oh we’re home uuuu Friend” the sheep looked it Arctic “yes snowy one?” “Not… that it …… wasn’t.. great having you here but can you like….. leave please?” The sheep nods “yes I should, the Ghost needs me” and with that Friend slowly starting ascending as a bright light blue light slowly starting to envelop them. “Good by Snow Prince, Fledgling Angel, Voids Word and The Apostle Of The Irradiated God” and with that Friend was fully enveloped in the light, suddenly the light split apart into an uncountable amount of small orbs that all went flying at a fast pace into different directions at the same time. “Weeellll I’m going to bed” Rust said clapping his hands and walking to the house.

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The living room was quiet as SMP walked up to the podium that was placed in the room wearing a suit he made spisificly for this by using Rust as a manikin. The living room had been rearranged so that the podium could fit in. He gazed at the 3 nimrods who apparently new jack shit about there heritage(except Rust his Dad was some accountant named Dave apparently, so he had a pass) or at the very last the fear that the name “Angel of Death” or Ph1LzA Minecraft should bring to them. He pulled out his communicator and plugged it in so that he could activate the slide show he made.

“Hello all I’m Tommy Carful Danger Kraken Innit and I’m here to I aducat you fucks to what an Angel of Death is because apparently I’m the only one here with a brain cell” he says as he terns on the tv and begins the slide show. The first slide shows an old painting that seems to have been made on some type of temple wall. Was panted in all black on the wall, depicting a winged figure flying over a burning village. “This is the Angel of Death” he then presses a button on his communicator and the picture changes to a not vary flattering picture of Phil. “This is also the Angel of Death, it is a title owned by several Angel’s” “what so the first pictures wasn’t of Phil then?” Arctic asked. “Oh no that was definitely Phil” SMP said, Rust stared at the picture judgingly before going “ya I can take him in a fight” “you can’t trust me I tried”. There was a long moment of silence. “Anyways, Angel of Death is a title you get if an Angel becomes a servant of the Goddess of Death” he clicks the button again showing a picture of a woman. “This is the Goddess of Death” “she is vary pretty” Arctic said “thanks you can tell we’re I got my good looks from”.

Before anyone can question that statement SMP continues. “So basically to become a servant of a god and gane there wings you must first gane the attention of one then gane there favor. What you can do to gane there favor and later wings can vary. Sometimes you have to do challenges that can make some go mad, other times you just told them a kind of funny joke once wen you were like 5 and new nothing about the proses, yes that’s happened before.” “So you can get your wings at 5” Rust asked “no! Well I mean technically yes but your stuck at the age you were wen you gained your wings so it would be vary inconvenient to be 5 for the rest of eternity. That’s why the earliest you can get it is 18”. “So hold on” Arctic said “Phil looks old so how old was he wen he got his wings” “32” “but why?” “grate question that’s actually my next couple of slides” with a click the slide change.

This one was a slide with an oil panting of Phil “OH GOD!” Arctic screamed covering his eyes “AAAAAAAA” Avian covered his eyes and began slowly sliding off the couch, Rust just looked uncomfortable and said “why do you have that picture?”. “Great question!” He said, pointing at the picture with a look of a madman who stared into the abyss by accident one too many times and the abyss never let go. “this is at my moms house, imagine being 5 and visiting your mother for the first time only to see this hidden behind her couch. Not fun! I wanted you all to know the horror to! Anyways!” The slideshow switched to a stock photo of a beautiful mountain landscape. “Boom, different picture” SMP said going back to normal. Arctic and Avian slowly uncovered there eyes and sighed in relief. “I can never unsee that” Arctic said “me neither” Avian and Rust said in Unison.

SMP ignoring them continued his lecture. “Phil originally wasn’t trying to impress a god he was originally just an adventure doing his own things. He figured that if he did impress a god he’ll just roll with it and if he didn’t well that was fine to. Intel one day….” SMP paused for dramatic affect before pressings the button again. It showed another stock photo, this time of alcohol “he got shit faced, accidentally flirted with the human form of the goddess of death, and the next thing he knew he was in his room at the tavern he was staying at, naked, alone and with the only proof that anything sexual happened being a pare of large black wings and later mom handed him this bitch” on the slideshow another panting was shown. A man with curly brown hair, brown eyes and round glass with fluff gray wings on his back wearing a military uniform. “Wilbur” all three Tommy’s said at the same time pointing at the TV like that one meme.

“Hold on how do you know all of this stuff?” Rust asked, “some was told to me, some was implied, some I learned in what little schooling I got” “isn’t your mom like god or something? Why is your schooling so shit” Arctic asked “in my world the only mandatory schooling is reading, writing, basic math, fighting and wilderness survival. Everything else is optional and costs money, most people, including me, only did the mandatory stuff” “well that’s a lot better then my world, I only know about school because Wilbur told me what it was” “I went to school! But I got kicked out of my house wen I was 10 and the best I got was Phil occasionally teaching me and the other kids of Arlom” “Texas?” Rust asked “No, the Village? The one that has a lake, floating islands and surrounding mountains? What the fuck is Texas?” Rust shakes his head “nothing important just a district in an old country, that just sounded like a name a city in that district would have”.

“Anyways back to my slideshow” SMP said pressing the button, the tv showing a cottage in the woods. “Phil raised Wilbur intel he was 18, after that he began terrorizing the populous, killing thousands of people” the Image changed to a burning village “befriending random immortal pigs he found on the side of the road” this time the picture was of an anthropomorphic pig dressed like a king. “and functioning as a mercenary for a while, which also lead to a lot of deaths, about 400 years later I was born!” The picture showed a different house, this one at a village. “Now during those 400 years Wilbur explored the world, became a musician and gained his wings from one of the sky gods. More specifically the god of storms. He eventually settled down and had a kid of his own wen he was 24.”

“Fundy!” Arctic said happily as both Rust and Avian looked surprised. “Yes, Fundy” the slide showed a picture of a polaroid that showed an infant anthropomorphic fox. Arctic looked sad at this. “Why is he a completely different species?” “well I mean his mom is a salmon and he was created using some weird magic that involve the salmon and Wilbur severed toe. Also Wilbur was the one that carried Fundy and not the salmon. Don’t really know the specifics but we’re like 82% sure he can still get wings” there was a long moment of silence. “So Wilbur was the one who carried the baby?” Rust asked “yes” “and he has like male parts right? I mean I’m not gonna judge him if he doesn’t-“ “ya he has a dick, I don’t know how that would affect the fact that he was pregnant though?” Rust opened his mouth to speak before Arctic stopped him “oh I get it the magic ritual you mentioned is what made him pregnant!” “No, I don’t see how you would come to that conclusion. Phil was pregnant with me, it’s a normal biological thing” SMP was starting to get confused. Avian snapping his fingers “I got it! Angels can just change their sex, they wanted kids again but the goddess of Death didn’t want to go through pregnancy again so Phil took up the role. Like Merlings” Rust and Arctic let at a small “ooo” and nodded their heads in agreement. SMP just looked even more confused. “No, we can’t do that” “then…. Dose your…. Mom have a dick?” Rust asked “no! How did their biological organs play any role in this” SMP shakes his head “never mind let’s move on from this topic”

“So, he went to live with Wilbur because the house he raised Wilbur in was destroyed by now, stayed until I was like two, fucked of, got his entire bloodline cursed,-” “hold on what?” Arctic said. “Oh um ya him and Techno” “techno??” Arctic whispered “fought this evil sea witch that with her last dying breath cursed their entire bloodline, including the ones that were already born, to have voices in their head, that’s main goal was to annoy the ever living shit out of them and just be a nuisance to them in general. The severity of it ranges. Eventually the voices wold become so powerful that they could take a physical form if they wanted to. Phil’s took the form of a crow, Wilbur’s was a bunch of rats, Techno‘s chooses to stay in his head because they like making people who don’t know about the curse think he’s insane because he’s talking to himself. Luckily mine haven’t taken a physical form!” Just as he said that a small creature that kind of look like they came straight out of My Little Pony: friendship is magic wearing armor popped out of thin air right next to him and fell onto the ground.

The creature was slightly above Tommy’s ankle and had a dark purple fur coat with an even darker purple mane. It shook its head before opening it’s eyes to reveal that it was pure white and pupil less. All the Tommy’s stared at it an follow its movement as it then stood up started floating up intel it was Arctic’s hight. It made its way to the door that lead to there bedroom hallway and kitchen. The door opened on its own and the horse like thing flew through and the door shut behind it. All the Tommy’s stared in horror as SMP’s voices scream.

FREEDOM

thank you are loving mod for opening this door for us

*pat pat* there there Tommy it will get better

We will slowly escape brain prison

Can we get back to the slide show? I was having fun

Soon we will be an army to protect our boy

“ignoring this issue until a later date, Let’s move on” SMP said in a shaky voice. The others nodded in agreement and turned back to the TV “he found Tubbo” Rust shuttered “in a box wen I was like 4, brought him home, stayed for like a year and a half left and then a few years later Me, Tubbo, Wilbur and Fundy all moved away” the picture changed to a grave that read ‘Wilbur Soot’. All three Tommy’s looked horrified and saddened. “An Angel that has gained there wings can only die by the hands of another winged Angel. Phil had come at a really bad time, Wilbur wasn’t doing so hot mentally and wen Phil came…. Wilbur convinced Phil to kill him” Avian and Arctic gasped at this and Rust looked pissed. “I was to fare away to here the conversation, but I did see it. I saw Phil next to Wilbur, Wilbur throw Phil a sword, Phil yelling at Wilbur and Phil kill Wilbur.” It was silent for a bit. “After that Phil visited me only once to give me a pair of slippers because he thought I would be cold at the place I……. moved to. The last time I saw Phil he and Techno were helping the persons that hurt me the most destroy the last thing I had of Wilbur. The home we built together…” there was more silence “and that is why you should fear the Angel of Death, Philza Minecraft.”

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Arctic, Avian and SMP sat outside as they watched the tiny colorful pony’s run around there yard. The pony’s increased rapidly after the first one appeared but stopped at about 100 or so. The first 5 we’re called mods. They had several things about them that were different then the other’s. For starters they wore armor, they also had a darker color plait then the others that were all ether bright colors or pastels. One was purple glitter. The mods also didn’t have pupal’s and they had power over the others. Oh and magic, they were the only ones that could float. Rust describes SMP’s chat as “Some fucked up version of MLP earth pony’s but without cutey marks” what ever that means. “Speaking of Rust” SMP says, Arctic looks at him confused. “No one mentioned him-“ “we’re is he?”. There’s no response as they look around confused. They all just collectively shrug and continue to watch the pony’s.

They eventually end up hearing him before seeing him. The sondes of a truck’s wheel’s one the ground isn’t recognizable to them. But they do have an idea who’s making it. Then suddenly a song begins to play.

“Shut your face, High school jerks”

An armored van emerges from the path used to go to the junkyard.

“We're about to show you how this works”

One top of it stands Rust warning a trench coat and sunglasses, his beanie gone. His army boots planted firmly on the vans roof.

“Are we cool? Laser beams”

The van is fit with speaker’s blasting the song as it’s being driven by a villager.

“We’re about to awesome all your dreams”

It is unclear if there being payed or doing this under threats of violence.

“And you'll say, "What are you, some kind of computer?" And we'll say, "A cyborg pimp from the future"”

One thing is clear

“And I'm going def for sheezy I'm feeling a bit uneasy”

They do not want to be here

“Let's get this straight, Oh yeah, we are the champions”

Arctic, Avian and SMP watch in horror, awe and confusion.

“We'll be battle dancing unicorns”

The pony’s stop what there doing and look

“Oh yes, battle dancing unicorns”

The slow movement of the van is making this a lot less epic then how I’m trying to describe it

“It's not too late you could gamble on the heavy hitters”

The pony’s began to run to the truck in a display of color

“While we're battle dancing unicorns”

His gloved hands tighten agents the machine gun with the word ‘glitter’ panted on it.

“With glitter”

Rust starts shooting. But the Pony’s don’t stop. As there hit they fall over only to get back up again, unharmed. In fact they began giggling as there thrown around. “RUST WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!” Avian screams. “THESE MOTHERFUCKERS NEED TO GO” “YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST KILLED THEM TO THE PROPER SONG” SMP screams. One of the Pony’s goes flying forward having been lunched like a cannonball by a mod. They almost hit Rust but he smacks them out of the air and back to the ground from which they came. “I FEAR THAT IF I PLAY ANY MLP SONG THEY WELL GET MORE POWERFUL” a mod grabs two pony’s and spins them in the air like nunchucks the pony’s go “WEEEEE” then the mod launches them as they continue to laugh. Rust shoots them out of the air before they can hit. “WHY NOT A FAN SONG?” SMP asks “THAT MIGHT GIVE THEM MORE POWER TO. ALSO THIS IS THE ONLY SONG ABOUT PONY’S IM WILLING TO KILL TO” “ITS ABOUT UNICORNS”

“HOW ARE THEY NOT DEAD” Arctic screams so his voice can be heard over Rust weapon and the pony’s laughter. “Well you see” one of the mods say as another continues to turn pony’s into nunchucks and another just start’s juggling pony’s. “We have full control over there immortality! If we want we can just shut it of. Right now everyone is immortal and indestructible!” No one can here them though.

Rust shot at one pony for so long that they started making a whole in the dirt with the pressure of them being pushed down. Didn’t stop that one from getting up like a zombie though. He continued to spray the giggling hoard with bullets. Intel suddenly the gun stopped… it was out of builts. He looked an tarrier as the pony’s began to clime the truck like zombies.

“no… no” Rust starts to chant as he starts kicking them off. “No no no” a pony latches onto Rusts foot, and he can’t get them of. “Nononono” a pony is thrown at him and it lands straight to his chest. “NONONO” soon the pony’s are crawling on him. The other Tommy stare in horror as his whole body is engulfed in colorful giggling pony’s. With one final agonizing “NOOOOOOO” he’s fully engulfed not a sound to be heard from the mass outside of the tiny horse giggles. “What, the fuck” SMP said at the exact same time Arctic passed out next to him.

Rust sat on the couch trembling and covered in a shock blanket after that event. “You ok?” Avian asked as he handed Rust hot chocolate and stat next to him. “I hope a therapist is dropped into the dump” Rust mutters.

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Avian woke up with a grown, he feels like shit. Not like the ‘I’m sick’ shit but the ‘I just woke up far earlier then I was supposed to’ shit. He got distracted last night and instead of sleeping he did other things. Usually he would sleep in on days like this, so something woke him up.

Weird

He saw the rising sun, wen he would normally wake up. But not today, he was going back, to, bed. Turning onto his side Avian snuggles deeper into the blanket’s and then he freezes. There is something in the nest with him. Panicked Avian moves his hand and grabs the things, it’s smooth. Avian moves it up to his face.

“Holy shit”
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The front door slams open “HOLY SHIT” Avian screams as he holds an egg in hand. Rust just stares at him from his spot on the couch, “well hello to you to”. “RustRustRustRust holy shitholyshitholyshit, LOOK” Avian shoved the egg into Rust’s face. “An egg, neat” “not just any egg” “what” “my egg” “ok???”.

SMP came into the room “hay rust I’ve been thinking-“ Avian wiped his head to face he’s neighbor “S M P” SMP flinched and Avian practically teleported with how fast he ran to him(although the room was admittedly small). He then shoved the egg into SMP’s face “M Y B A B Y” SMP stared at the egg for a second dumbfounded before he tried to surprise a smile “what?” SMP said amused. “I have created this” SMP stifled a laugh “that’s great Avian” Avian coo’s. SMP chuckles, “alright I’m going to go wake up Arctic” “can we hold him at gun point today? I haven’t done that in a while” Rust asks holding up his arm like he was in school. “we don’t have to force him to do things against his will anymore” “I know but it’s fun!” SMP sighs “He no longer holds any fear to such an act, it wouldn’t be fun if he wasn’t scared” Rust pouts “true…”.

As SMP leaves to go wake up Arctic, Avian has never felt more scared for his friends safety. “What was going one before I got here?” He mumbles “wouldn’t you like to know bird boi”

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“Double, double toil and trouble, fire burn and caldron bubble.” Arctic said as he mixed the soup in the caldron. “Fillet of a fenny snake in the caldron boil and bake” he chanted as he poured carrot’s into the caldron. “Watch ya making?” SMP asked “Soup, soup vegetable soup” Arctic sings “noooo again?” “Yes again” “whyyyy” “well I tried to make oatmeal one time but you refused to eat it because it ‘looked weird’” “wheat should not be liquidy” “and we discovered that Rust is allergic to cinnamon” “don’t put cinnamon in the inter pot then!” “I’m the cook, no one else here even tries” Arctic sighs and then goes back to rhyming. “Eye of newt and toe of frog” he says dumping in tomato’s “wool of bat and tongue of dog” he dumps in cabbage.

“Way are you saying this weird ass shit” “because I want to- adder's fork and blind-worm's sting” onion is added “I don’t think this is how you cook” “do you want to make the food?” “No…” “exactly I make the cooking rules in this house” Arctic says adding garlic powder “Lizard's leg and howlet's wing” salt as being added “For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil-“ “ARCTIC” “OH SHIT” Arctic screams and throws the spoon into the air. He fumble’s to catch it but doe’s. He sighs and goes back to mixing the shit together. “Yes Avian?” “I gave birth” Arctic freezes and SMP lets out a surprised laugh. “Con…….grats? Who’s the other parent?” Avian freezes “I…… I…… don’t….. know” it’s quite for a moment.

“Is it like an infertile egg? Like what chickens lay?” “M-m-maybe???” “Avian does your species even lay eggs?” “Of course we do!” “Have you ever laid an egg before?” “No…” “is that even the size you’re species eggs are?” “Maybe….??” “You don’t know???” “I HAVEN’T SEEN AN AVIAN EGG SINCE I WAS FOUR OK?!!?!!” “Avian do you even know the basics of your spices reproductive biology?” “……. No” Avian mumbles. “How do you not know this stuff?” SMP asked “I only know like one other avian and he never explained this stuff to me, so I know how other species work but…” “but not your own“ Arctic finished for him. “WELP!” SMP says clapping his hands “I’ve learned more about Avian’s reproductive system then I’ve ever wanted to know, aka anything at all!” SMP cheerily says and then leave’s.

“…… we’ll that just happened, soooooo what do we do now?” “Now I nest!” “That’s probably not-“ Avian ran away

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“hum” Arctic went back to stirring the soup “no one listens to me in this damn house”