My Sixbones

My “Sixbones”

(Completed oneshot, part of a series)

Magic muderfuc#er!

I just love dragons C:

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Welp sorry it be late, schools a bitch..

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Warning: murder, crime, cussing, depression, mentions of abuse, insanity.

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Inspired by:

Humans are Space Velociraptors

By:FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain

Some kids come from storks, others come from crashed spaceships

By: mmmajora

Home Again, Home Again

By: teeth_eater

All works can be found on Ao3

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Incase you missed:

Chapter 1:

Chapter 7:

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Chapter 8: Some sort of remedy..

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Days turned into months which all ended in an ever growing pit of hopelessness.

Six months had passed since they lost the starlings. SIX fucking months, and not a damn sign that the Dream Team were even out there.

His eyes burned as he stared into the void for hours on end. The only thing keeping him from going out of the emergency hatch being the warm cup of coffee that somehow kept it’s warmth on the freezing ship.

His skin was flaky and sticky, yet he couldn’t be bothered to wash it. His stomach turned in pain, when was the last time he had eaten? His throat was sore from the coffee and his entire body complained about the stress.

The physical pain was nothing compared to the ache that seemed to seep from his core and into his bones and blood, making him more weak than physical health could ever compare too.

At this point tears were long forgotten, only leaving stains where they should be. It did nothing but cause more damage than good. His brain turned with thoughts that swore there would be vengeance for whoever stole his family.

The time had given him plans of what he would do. Most of them ending up with the starlings safe and the ship and inhabitants blown up in a painful death made by his favorite chemicals. There would be no time for them to escape and nothing would remain if he could help it.

Even then his mind was brought back to the sheer feeling of the empty void that was so easily accessible. No one could stop him if he tried, yet everything held him back.

He took a sip staring into the void, his mind buzzing with thoughts bouncing from topic to topic.

He remembered Tubbo’s eyes. The way they shone with a crave for knowledge, causing the kid to go into a fit every time Wilbur told him to go to bed.

He also remembered the distrust that gleamed in his eyes when he brought him back from that awful ship. The one that enviably broke the kid. The one that made his nature ever so careful not allowing the kid to trust anyone.

He couldn’t blame him. What Schlatt did caused his mind to forever be closed off.

He was worried for who Tubbo would blame. If it was Tommy, there would be too many issues that could cause them to fall in a different rabbit hole.

His mind wandered to the human. The bright and explosive human, that made the charred heart of Wilbur Soot turn. He had already grown attached to the kid. It had only been three days before they were ripped apart. It hurt much more than he thought it would.

His mind buzzed to the what if’s both good and bad. He took another sip. This time he stared into the void with admiration. His mind focused on plans and back ups. The details and potential failed choices. Trials and errors that only existed within the limits of his mind.

He didn’t move until Phil told him it was lunch. He pushed down the urge to hold back for another meal and ate the food offered.

He dragged a bean bag and coffee table to the spot and stared into the endless void. Continuing his train of thought, only pausing to answer questions from his family.

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“C’mon!” Tubbo whispered to the lacking Tommy who still couldn’t quite compete with the other’s agility. “The tracker says he’s in this room.”

They stalked silently to the door, having already memorized the creaks in the hallway. Tubbo pushed the door open and they dived into the room, barrel rolling so they wouldn’t be above the bed.

The pair clipped on gas masks and released the sleeping fumes. Tubbo signaled Tommy allowing him to sneak to the side of the bed. Carefully he laid down a bucket and took a knife out.

The man fell silent. His breathing stopped and there was no motion in his body.

After the blood stopped dripping they staged a suicide and left the room. Closing the distance between them and their ship easily.

Once they got to the ship, their hero congratulated them and they headed back to their room.

Strangely enough Tommy didn’t feel any type of excitement or joy at the mission going well. It felt wrong and burned his gut making him want to crawl into a ball and never wake up.

If he told Dream he would say he wasn’t going with his instincts and that he should forget the poison he was taught.

Dream was right.

So he laid in bed and silently congratulated himself, even though he wasn’t proud.

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The mission went well, in Dream’s eyes.

In Tubbo’s opinion it could’ve gone better. The human was sloppy and lacked quite a bit and was sloppy when it actually came to the job.

He was also being sloppy since he communicated more than once during the entire thing.

Hopefully he won’t have to do that when he finishes the escape route.

The only good thing that came out of the ship was he stayed fairly fit and was more attentive then he ever had been. Why did he start slacking in that sense?

His mind wandered to the many nights he stayed up late working with Wilbur on his latest fascination. Or when Techno would read his many different novels to him, since he wasn’t able to read as well as the rest of the crew. Or the times Phil would show him the cabin and teach him small tricks on how to steer the ship. Or when Ranboo and him stayed up for hours on end, exchanging small conversations and staring into the vast void of space.

Tears threatened to fall.

His mind wandered to the conversation Ranboo and Tommy had. How useless and pitiful that jealousy was. Now the one he could blame his recent pain on was laying in the same room as him, just as restless as he.

The human was strong and passionate, he could give him that. But he was also stubborn and impulsive, along with being impossibly loyal.

If Tubbo could get him on his side, they would most likely be able to get off the ship and hopefully kill their captures, if they weren’t able to get that far Wilbur and Phil definitely would.

He settled for letting himself fall asleep to the soft breaths of the human. He knew the other was still awake. He hadn’t really slept the entirety of their imprisonment most likely due to paranoia.

He wondered if he tried, maybe they would be friends or if that only existed in another world.

His thoughts roared with possibilities and thoughts of other lifes. Slowly he drifted into a slumber.

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His captain had turned into someone he no longer recognized.

Full of a sickly passion making him crave power.

Anyone and anything that got in the way was destroyed, which is how George found himself packing his case and booking a flight ticket off of the next planet.

He suggested they change the training for the starlings. Dream absolutely hated that and saw it as a direct violation of his loyalty.

George could feel the tears prickling his skin as he remembered how human the Dreamon looked when he finished his screaming. There were no words for the blood lust and betrayal in the dreamon’s eyes.

He bit back the pain that seemed to be swallowing him whole.

An idea blossomed.

He could use this moment as a last act of defiance.

A way to show how much pain the crew brought him.

A smile perked on his face.

An insane laugh bubbled.

Without another thought he tampered with the crew’s dreams. Letting them have the most peaceful sleep of their lives.

Dream had made a mistake. The co pilot landed the ship smoothly on the next planet.

He walked to the one room he refused to visit and opened the door.

The droneling was the first out, quickly followed by the human.

The two were off on an unknown planet and the ship was back in motion. Stopping at the planet they would use to resupply the ship and drop the ex-crewmember at.

The ship lost three inhabitants that day. Two of which got out undetected and one that would definitely have a target on his back for the rest of his life.

The other crewmen were kicked off at the next planet leaving a furious dreamon to wilt in his own madness in the void of space.

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Chapter 8-End

Words: 1455

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George- gets kicked out..

George- Ima make Dream mad

Proceeds to make everyone leave..

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Chapter 9:

Fic Masterlist

Multi-Chapter Fics

careful son (you got dreamer’s plans): In which Wilbur gets resurrected entirely against his will, and a broken family starts to heal. If, that is, the Egg doesn’t get them all killed first. (canon divergence; 159k; complete!) (ao3 link) (chapter one) (chapter two) (chapter three) (chapter four) (chapter five) (chapter six) (chapter seven) (chapter eight) (chapter nine) (chapter ten) (chapter eleven) (chapter twelve) (chapter thirteen) (chapter fourteen) (chapter fifteen) (chapter sixteen) (chapter seventeen) (chapter eighteen) (chapter nineteen) (chapter twenty) (chapter twenty-one) (chapter twenty-two) (chapter twenty-three)

there will not be such endings: Tommy travels back in time and tries to prevent a nightmare from happening to everyone he knows. Everyone he knows, meanwhile, is very concerned. (time travel au; currently 56.2k) (ao3 link) (part one) (part two) (part three) (part four) (part five) (part six) (part seven) (part eight) (part nine) (part ten) (part eleven) (part twelve) (part thirteen) (part fourteen) (part fifteen)

hold on (one more time, with feeling): In which the stresses of the presidency give Wilbur a white streak of hair earlier in canon, and somehow, this serves as the cry for help he can never bring himself to make. (canon divergence; 28.9k; complete!) (ao3 link) (part one) (part two) (part three) (part four)

the wind that remakes: An Anastasia AU in which Tommy has amnesia and doesn’t think about it much, Wilbur has amnesia and thinks about it a good bit, Techno doesn’t know what to think about any of this, Tubbo has skeletons of his own in his closet, and far away, Philza is losing hope that his sons will ever come home. (anastasia au; currently 16.3k) (ao3 link) (chapter one) (chapter two) (chapter three) (chapter four)

yield your dead: In which Wilbur is dead but refuses to be silenced, Tommy and Tubbo haven’t been heard from in weeks, Ranboo’s found himself in the midst of something he doesn’t understand, and there always seems to be at least one more secret. (analog horror, modern day au; currently 17.8k; four chapters on ao3) (ao3 link)

for thine is the kingdom: In which Wilbur becomes tied to Pogtopia after his death. Nothing at all changes, and yet everything does. And there are still people who don’t want to let go. (canon divergence, fix-it; currently 10.6k) (ao3 link) (chapter one) (chapter two) (chapter three)

Oneshots

how high the cliff, how low the sea: Tommy is dead. The server reacts. (1.7k) (ao3 link)

flight risk: Wilbur has never had wings. He has long since resigned himself to that fact. But then, Wilbur returns to life, and his back begins to ache. (6.1k) (ao3 link)

chip at the bricks (and fill up your pockets): In which thunder can sound a lot like trains, and Tommy is reminded, very suddenly and very painfully, that Wilbur Soot is human. (4.2k) (ao3 link)

as the crow flies: Wilbur comes back, immediately discovers that he can shapeshift now, for some reason, and goes to tell Phil about it. Phil, meanwhile, is just trying to roll with the punches, and Wilbur’s hardly making it easy. (5.3k) (ao3 link)

these haunted, holy places: In which it is the anniversary of L'Manberg’s independence, and Eret finds someone in their museum. There are some things that need to be said. (3.5k) (ao3 link)

even children get older: On Tommy, Wilbur, grieving, graves, a past that refuses to let go, and learning to look forward at long last. (5.6k) (ao3 link)

Ficlets: philza going to get tommy from prison (~800 words); ranboo plants flowers and tommy receives them (~1.3k words); tommy is alive, much to sam’s shock (~800 words); tommy convinces tubbo he’s actually alive (~1.5k words); enderwalk!ranboo comforts tommy (~1.4k words); sam checks on ranboo and doesn’t like what he finds (~1.5k words); puffy and eret in the aftermath of the banquet (~1.6k words); wilbur’s back!! (~800 words); in which ghostbur is brave (~1.8k words); purpled and tommy after the ufo’s destruction (~1.8k words); quackity, wilbur, and the meaning of being human (~2.2k words); no context superhero au (~1.1k words); sapnap, after everything goes wrong (~1.4k words); lmao now ranboo’s dead rip (~1.1k words)

and, not writing, but i made a c!wilbur playlist (post here, spotify link here)