DSMP OneShots

--𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚁𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚢--

CW
Raising the dead
Mentioned death

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// Third Person POV //
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The king walked the halls over and over again as his wife and sons watched him, nobody had truly grasped what happened that day.
Other than Techno who despite that fact was still quieter than normal.

Everyone was dead silent, the only thing that could be heard was the king's footsteps clacking on the cobbled floors. 

"Are we just going to stand here all day?" Tommy questioned, finally breaking the depressing silence. His family looked towards him and the king stopped in his tracks, "I mean... I... I don't think Wil would have... wanted us to... stand here-"

The king looked down at the old castle floors and sighed, the queen placed her hand on the young one's back and rubbed it, "We all miss him, Tom... just understand that your father needs some time..." She whispered, pulling her son into a hug.

A war had broken out between several kingdoms including L'manburg, the kingdom had yet to have major casualties...
That was until prince Wilbur was stabbed through the chest in front of his brother, it was the only casualty that truly damaged the kingdom's mentality.

L'Manburg drew out of the war after they were notified about their heir's death.
Although, there wasn't much of a war after Techno went on a rampage and destroyed most of the battlefield.

"We'll get him back...." Phil looked at his family with a dead-panned stare, "I promise..."

Everyone exchanged looks and then turned their attention back to the king who turned to his son's portrait hung on the wall. 

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\\\ 5 Months Later \\\
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After months of trying different revival methods, the king enlisted the powers of a powerful necromancer, Dream.
No one really liked having Dream around the castle, especially Tommy. He wasn't a fan of this all-powerful man, and he wouldn't feel safe around him and would cling close to his mother.

For all those months, the king was nowhere to be seen for hours a day and then would only sleep in his bed just to go back to the highest tower with the necromancer. His wife was growing more and more concerned by the day and was close to suggesting an end to this near-impossible task.

Thunder cracked as Dream shut his book and gazed out the window, "It should be done, your Majesty." The necromancer looked back to the king as a bolt of lightning struck the roof of the tower. 

"Should be?" Phil stared at the masked man as the rain poured harder, banging on the roof. "Well, I've only used this a few times before, so I don't have a 100% guarantee that it will work." He answered looking at the king behind his porcelain mask.

"So it might not fucking work?"

"The chances are very low, although I can not promise that your son will be the same if it did in fact work."
A bang was heard from the coffin resting on a table in the middle of the room, "The fuck-"
The king and necromancer rushed to the table and opened the coffin, watching as a man with patches of rotting skin, dirty brown hair with a white streak, and blood-red eyes shot up in the coffin catching his breath. 

"WILBUR!" Phil trapped his son in a hug, feeling him hyperventilating, "WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?" The dead man looked around the room in a panic.
"Wilbur, Wilbur-" Dream went over to the prince and grabbed his hand, "It's fine, you've been dead for 5 months, and we-"

"5 months? I... it been 13 and a half fucking years-"

"What?"

"Right, your son was in what we call limbo, every day here is a month in there, therefor to your son it has been a little over 13 years." Dream explained as Wilbur was still freaking out.
"So... my son thinks it's been 13 years?"

Dream nodded, "Yes he does, we should get him stitched together."

"WHAT?" Wilbur screamed as he tried to get out of his coffin, "HELL NO-"
He got onto the floor and moved away from the table, "YOU'RE NOT STITCHING UP SHIT-"

"Wil- it's okay, you're fine everything is gonna be fine-" Phil went over to his son and held him still, "It's okay-"

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-Word Count: 684-

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There's gonna be a part 2 to this :3
Becauseeeeee, Quackbur <33

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