"We need to prepare." Wilbur watched Tommy pace around the room, his hands clasped behind his back. "Dream wants war."

"Are you sure he wants war?" Grian asked, anxious.

"You don't know him as well as I do, Big G." Tommy turned to face the small avian. "He wants war, I know that. Tubbo and Wilbur and Phil-"

"Trust us, Grian. Dream wants war." Phil said, placing a hand on Grian's shoulder.

"Over a prank?" Xisuma asked in his british accent. "A little prank?"

Wilbur frowned. "I wouldn't call it little, X." He said hesitantly. "But Dream has been very protective of Scar... for no reason."

"Not only that." Tubbo spoke up. "Tommy has - show them, Tommy." Tubbo said.

Expectant eyes turned towards Tommy. "Dream wants these." Tommy said as he opened his enderchest, pulling an item out.

A pair of music discs. Wilbur's eyes widened as he recognized them. "They're from our world!" He gasped.

"What?!" False asked, confusion in her voice.

"These two discs, Cat and Mellohi, they're from our old world. Where we came from!" Wilbur explained.

"Which means..." Tubbo began.

"They might be our only link back." Tommy said darkly.

The whole room was silent. "Ok, let's not think about that for a moment." Grian said weakly. Wilbur realized, with a shock, that Grian had become quite attached to the young boy in the matter of months they'd been together. "Let's prepare for war instead."

"We should all use our advantages." Tubbo suggested. "I will use my stingers, of course."

"Our wings and ability to fly should give us a great advantage." Philza said. "We will be able to send air strikes."

"Techno taught me that firework rockets do a lot of damage." False peeped up. "You could use those."

"We have plenty of those." Mumbo said confidently.

"Are they exploding fireworks?" False asked. "And they are to be launched with crossbows."

"I could make them exploding." Mumbo said. "I'll go adjust the farm."

Mumbo left, and Tommy looked at the others. "It would be better if we could all be part of the air strike." He muttered.

"But we can't all fly!" Tubbo said.

Grian's eyes lit up. "What if... we could?!"

"What?" Wilbur was confused.

"Wait here." The blond gremlin's eyes were shining with excitement. "I've got an idea."

"What do you think he's getting at?" Wilbur asked Xisuma after Grian left.

Xisuma shrugged, putting blaze powder into a brewing stand. "I don't know, but knowing Grian, I still wouldn't know. He's got too many wacky ideas."

"I second that statement." False called from across the room, where she was sparring with Tommy.

And then the wacky idea generator himself stumbled into the room, holding tens of tridents in his arms. "Look!"

"So you have tridents... nice." Wilbur said sarcastically.

Grian wasn't listening to him, though. He was sorting through the long weapons, muttering to himself and separating the tridents into two piles. "These," Grian declared after he had two clear piles. "Are enchanted with Riptide."

"Ok?" Tubbo said.

"Do you guys know what Riptide does?" Grian asked.

"Uh, no." Phil said, confused.

"I'll show you." Grian poured a bucket of water on the floor. As Wilbur watched, he stepped into the puddle and raised the trident, posing it to throw.

But Grian was pulled into the air as the trident shot forwards. He snapped open his wings and glided down. "See?" Grian said, eyes shining. "You guys can fly with these!"

"Riptide only works in water, correct?" Tommy asked, taking a trident from Grian.

"Or when it's raining." Grian said. "But we can still do air strikes."

"This is brilliant!" False cheered.

Tommy clapped Grian on the back. "Good job, Big G!" He said.

"Can we practice with them?" Tubbo asked.

"Of course!" Grian said. "Take these first, they have Mending on them. That means they will repair themselves as you gain experience. I'll put Mending on the others." He handed two tridents to Phil and Tubbo. Wilbur watched the avian scurry away to some villagers, presumably going to trade for mending books.

Wilbur felt a little useless as Tubbo, Phil, and Tommy began to take turns using the trident, launching themselves into the air and landing on the fluffy blankets Grian had provided. Xisuma was brewing potions, moving back and forth from the different potion stands, while False and Mumbo sparred. Grian was enchanting the tridents, and Wilbur was alone.

So he picked up his guitar and played a chord. A chord turned into two, two to four, and eventually Wilbur started humming a tune under his breath. The humming turned into a soft song.

When Wilbur looked up, he found Xisuma asleep, head laid on the array of potion stands. Phil's wings were wrapped around Tubbo and Tommy, the three of them laying stomach down on the blankets. False and Mumbo were just knocked out on the floor, swords dangerously close to their bodies, while Grian was clutching his tridents, holding them like a pillow. With a shock, Wilbur realized that he had played music... and it had enchanted his friends to sleep.

Wilbur shook Xisuma's shoulder, trying to wake the hermit up. But X just mumbled something intelligible and pushed the musician away, still asleep. Wilbur tried the same thing with Tubbo and Tommy, and got a kick in the shin from the latter as he tried to shake him awake.

After unsuccessful attempts with the two avians, Wilbur simply gave up and picked up his guitar. Tuning the instrument, Wilbur began to play an exciting song, singing as loud as he could without breaking his voice. It worked almost instantly. The hermits and SMP members got up, jumping around like they were hyper. Wilbur stopped as soon as everyone was awake.

"Wh-what happened?" Grian yawned, his wings drooping lazily behind him with the after-effects of the first song.

"I might have sang you to sleep by accident." Wilbur said apologetically.

"Sang us to sleep?" Mumbo asked.

"It's my power." Wilbur explained. "I can make people feel different things with different songs. I might have accidentally sang something like a lullaby, because all of you fell asleep." He admitted sheepishly.

"That's brilliant!" Tommy suddenly exclaimed. Wilbur turned to the young boy, wincing at the pain in his shin. "Wilbur, you could be our defense!"

"What...?" Wilbur looked to Tommy for more explanation.

"Basically, we could get you to sing, like a lullaby, and anyone who comes near will fall asleep!" Tommy said, clapping his hands in joy.

"Tommy, he can't sing forever." Phil reminded him. Tommy's expression fell.

"What if we record it?" False suggested quietly. "Will it still work?"

Xisuma looked thoughtful. "We could try that." He said. "I'll get some tapes?"

Grian nodded. "I've got the rest of the tridents enchanted with Mending. We can start practicing while you guys record." He said, holding up the tridents.

"We're gonna win this." Tommy said confidently as he took a shiny turquoise trident in his hand.

"We have to."

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maybe technoblade is huizaliposchi or whatever his name was, the god of war and sun of the aztecs

just finished my social test, feeling (not very) good

'edited' on Jan 23rd 2022