A New Life for Better or Worse {¶ Sleepy Bois Inc. ¶}

History Repeats Itself

TW: Suicide, Drowning, Death, explosions, triggers for anything triggering that has happened in the DreamSMP story so far. Please, please stay safe and always click off if needed.

(Sorry for a long chapter <3)

The world started and would end, everything would collapse, but surprisingly one last story would commence before it all blew to bits, even though this story has been told before it would now be retold in a real world.

Everything would be the same, and only one would have to go through the pain of knowing it all before it happened.

Your POV

A laugh left your lips as you watched the new vlog that Jack had just posted, goat yoga apparently.

You couldn't believe how stupid and funny it was, the fact that Ranboo got a 1.5 liter bottle of 7up and yet it looked normal while he held it- The man really was a giraffe.

Your smile was somehow brighter than it had ever been before as you were sat on your bed underneath your covers, your phone in front of your face, the laughs of people who brought you so much joy playing through your ears.

You had found the DreamSMP and you weren't going to let go, you weren't going to let go ever. You didn't want to think about how it would end one day, how everyone would eventually upload their last video, how Tubbo would finally build the Pastel Café, how everyone would continue to live on, but no longer make content.

Because right now this was the only thing keeping you going.

This was the only thing that was keeping you alive, the only thing that made you get out of bed, the only thing that made it so that you could go to school and survive one more day.

One more day, one more day. Just one day at a time, looking forwards to a stream everyday, either Phil's or Ranboo's or Fundy's or Tubbo's or Niki's or Sapnap's, or even hoping that Techno might stream that day, or maybe you might get crumbs.

It was the only thing keeping you going, and it was the same for so many other people.

If only you could explain what they did, these people on the screen that you watched any time in the day or night, the people who were keeping you alive.

They made you happy. They all made you happy, and the fact that they made you more happy than anyone else could hurt.

It hurt, but it was fine.

As long as they stayed here for a bit longer, just until you got better, then it would all be ok.

Ranboo was speedrunning the tiny obstacle course, and he made the joke that he did the best in his age group.

You let a soft laugh come from yourself, a grin on your face that only appeared when you watched these block people.

Everything was going to be alright, you could keep pushing on as long as they were here... as long as they were here.

Timeskip

Tears streamed down your face as you watched Tommy's last stream.

He was right, y'know, that you would watch his last stream one day, despite all odds, despite how much you wanted it to never be true.

He was with everyone, everyone had met up.

I mean everyone, Technoblade, Dream, George, Sapnap, Phil, Wilbur, Ranboo, Tubbo, Eret, Niki, Fundy, Foolish, Bad, Skeppy, HBomb, Antfrost, Hannah, Puffy, Vikkstar, everyone who had gotten onto the DreamSMP.