Dream Smp Oneshots

I Will Rain Hellfire Upon you

Triggers: Cussing, Blood, Weapons, Major Character death, manipulation, sad boi hours

Everyone dies like a normal person (only once) so canon life that are lost are just when they got really injured

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3rd person Pov

Inside a blackstone vault located deep underground a soul piercing scream of agony echoed eerily. A blonde haired boy was knelt on the ground cradling the body of his best friend as tears poured down his dirtied cheeks, blood coated his hands as he begged for the brunette to stay awake.

A few feet away from them stood a man hidden behind a white mask, in his right hand a nethrite blade shone brightly and from the point a crimson liquid dripped creating a puddle on the ground.

"Tubbo! Hey I need you to stay awake okay? Just hang in there" Tommy screamed as his friends coughed up blood, tears were falling from both boy's eyes. A shaking hand made its way to cradle the blonde's cheek, with his dying breath the brunette comforted his sobbing friend.

"Please it was supposed to be US against the world, not just me" Tommy sobbed as he watched the life drain out of Tubbo's eyes.

Tommy's Pov

The sight in front of me will haunt my dreams for as long as I live, Tubbo laid on the cold blackstone floor soaked in blood from the stab wound in his abdomen. His face no longer held color and his eyes didn't shine like they used to. I brought my hand up to his face and closed his eyes so he could be at rest.

I heard a choked sob come out of me as I hunched over the dead body of my best friend, I could feel the fabric of my pants dampen as his blood reached me.

I heard a annoyed sigh come from behind me "Alright that's enough we have places to be" that stupid fucking bastard droned out lazily.

My fists balled as something shiny caught my eyes: in Tubbo's pocket there was a dagger. I seized the small blade in my hand. I shakily stood up with my back turned to the dictator, his blood will soon coat my hands I thought.

I hid the dagger in the sleeve of my shirt as I whipped around to face Dream, I was met with him holding his mask in his hand and a cockliy plastered to his face. I shook with rage, but I guess he just assumed it was from horror.

I watched frozen as he walked closer to me before stopping when he was right in front of me. I looked into his eyes and saw the green was tinted a blood red, the same type of red I saw Wilbur's eyes hold in Pogtopia.

With all the courage I could muster I glared at him, all I earned was a sickening smile from him as he took in my appearance. "You sick bastard" I growled at him as mocked a hurt face.

"Me? You're the one who killed your best friend" the sickly sweet tone he used made me want to hurl.

"What the fuck do you mean" I snapped and he just grinned at me.

"I mean you're the one who wanted the disks, Tubbo just went along with it. So really you're the one who led him to his demise." Anger bubbled up in my chest as I stepped closer to Dream, I let the blade slip into my hand as I locked eyes with the man in front of me.

"Tubbo was the one who gave me those disks, of course how would you know that? You make up all these stories and lies and where did it get you Dream? You have literally no one on your side and now you're trapped underground in a vault with me. Who you seem to keep forgetting is the Blade's brother" just I said that I plunged the dagger into his stomach.

I watched in satisfaction as Dream's eyes widened in surprise and pain, he staggered back as I ripped the blade out. It was coated in the same crimson liquid that coated Dream's sword however this time the blood on the blade was his.

I kicked him in the knees and he fell to the ground clutching his stomach in pain. I put my foot on his shoulder and pushed him down so he was laying flat on the ground as I held the blade to his throat.

"You shouldn't have hurt the one true thing I care about." I growled as I prepared to slit his throat.

"Wait! I can bring him back" The bastard beneath me pleaded.

"With what?" I snapped.

"Schlatt gave me a book on necromancy in exchange to be on his side" Dream exclaimed. I rolled my eyes in disgust.

"I know that asshole, Tubbo is Schlatt's son. He has a copy of the book" I responded and watched as Dream's eyes widen in horror knowing he was about to reap what he sowed.

"There is one promise I made to you in exile that I fully intend to keep, I told you if you ever hurt a hair on my best friend's head I would rain hellfire upon you. And would you look at that! Not only did you hurt Tubbo he's now dead on the ground!" I screamed before slitting Dream's throat.

I stood up and watched as his eyes watered and his hands went to his throat in an attempt to try find air. In the end he suffocated on his own blood, no one would mourn the sick bastard.

I picked up Tubbo's body and made my way to the glowing purple portal, as I took one last look at the vault I raised my left hand up in a salute and uttered the same chilling words many before me had said "It was never meant to be" before enter the hellish landscape of the nether.