6. (credit to Trytokillmeorsomething123)

"What," said Sapnap the moment he stepped onto Tommy's exile beach.

"Welcome to Stonestedshire," Dream announced cheerily, gesturing to the Very Tall cobblestone tower that loomed over them. "We would have called it Cobblestonestedshire, but that took too long to say."

"What." Sapnap repeated flatly. Dream ignored his confusion, brushing past him and heading towards the tower. Ghostbur floated after him, humming cheerily.

Sapnap exchanged looks with Bad, then followed.

Dream stopped at the base of the tower. Cupping his hands over his mouth, he rocked back on his heels and took a deep breath. "TOMMY!" he shouted. "TOMMY, LET DOWN YOUR LADDER!"

There was a moment of silence. Then: "FUCK YOU!"

Dream hopped nimbly aside as a large chunk of stone crashed down where he had been standing seconds before. "THAT WASN'T VERY NICE, TOMMY!" he called.

"FUCK YOU!" Tommy bellowed again. A rope ladder was tossed out of the window near the top of the tower. Dream tried to back up as the ladder unfurled, but he was too slow. The end whipped him across the face.

"GAH!" he cried. "WHY?!"

"YOU TOLD ME TO LET DOWN MY LADDER, BITCH!"

"I TOLD YOU TO LET IT DOWN, NOT TO DROP IT ON MY HEAD!"

"YOU WERE STANDING TOO CLOSE TO THE FUCKING TOWER!"

"IT HURT!"

"IT HIT YOUR STUPID MASK, YOU BASTARD!"

Dream burst into wheezing laughter.

"Uh," Bad said intelligently. "What?"

Sapnap stared at Dream. ". . . Why is Tommy in a tower?"

Tommy poked his head over the side of said tower and proceeded to flip them all off.

7.

"It was never meant to be," Wilbur whispered, a rueful smile on his face. He pressed the button.

"Oh my god," said Philza, his eyes fixed on it. Slowly, his gaze traveled up to Wilbur. "You didn't."

Wilbur smiled. He raised his hand in a mournful salute.

And then Philza was lunging forward, wings spread wide, yanking Wilbur back as explosions sounded around them. The room shook, dust and dirt raining from the ceiling. Both men shut their eyes, bracing themselves.

Gradually, the tremors stopped. Cautiously, Philza looked up, half-crouched over his son.

The room was. . . surprisingly intact, actually. The chair was a few inches away from its original place, and the floor was littered with pebbles, but the walls were mostly undamaged.

Or at least they were, until Tommy tore through them with a shout of "SURPRISE, BITCH!" and lobbed a block of lit TNT at them. Philza jerked away, already knowing that he would be too slow to dodge--

The 'TNT' burst into a cloud of glitter. Wilbur and Philza were left blinking stupidly at Tommy as he burst into raucous cackling.

"Oh Prime!" he wheezed, doubling over as he wiped his eyes with one glitter-dusted arm. "You look-- you look so fuckin' stupid!"

An ender pearl shattered against the stone. Dream appeared, landing lightly next to Tommy. He took in the sight of Philza and a very-much-not-stabbed Wilbur Soot, and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank Prime."

"I-- what?" Wilbur stuttered.

"The TNT I gave you was fake." Dream shifted to the side, giving Philza and Wilbur a clear view through the hole Tommy had torn through the wall. L'Manburg, which had supposedly been destroyed when Wilbur pressed the button, was intact but buried under copious amounts of glitter. Several people were wandering through the mess, looking dazed. Others were coughing or rubbing aggressively at their faces, trying desperately to get the glitter out of their eyes.

"You--" Wilbur stared in disbelief. "You gave me glitter bombs?"

"Yep," Dream replied cheerily. He absently brushed a hand through his hair, dislodging several clumps of glitter.

"Cleanup's gonna be a bitch," Tommy muttered.

Dream shrugged. "Then don't clean up. L'Manberg looks better with glitter anyways."

"WHAT THE FUCK!" someone screamed in the distance. Tommy squinted.

"I think that was Fundy," he muttered. "I'm gonna go talk to him before he has a mental breakdown. Have fun with Wilbur." He hopped down from the ledge, disappearing from sight.

Philza blinked slowly. "Um."

Dream clapped his hands together, making the two men jump. "Ah yes, Philza! Welcome to the server by the way. Sorry nobody came to meet you at spawn, we were in the middle of a war."

"You gave me glitter bombs," Wilbur repeated blankly.

Dream bobbed his head. "I did. And now I'm going to give you a therapist."

<CaptainPuffy joined the game>

8. cosplay competition, pt. 1 (credit to Mixy_ttwara)

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Wilbur demanded. Tommy blinked and looked down at himself, then back up at Wilbur.

". . . what I usually wear?"

The four other revolutionaries stared blankly at him. Tommy glanced down again. He was wearing his usual L'Manberg uniform, why did everyone look so confused?

Ah, it was probably because of the brown wig and sunglasses. And the white contacts. He was cosplaying Eret, after all.

"Uh." Tubbo shuffled awkwardly. "Why. . . why is your hair brown?"

Tommy blinked. "Why not? Why are you all actin' so weird?"

"Uh." Wilbur exchanged glances with the others. "Nevermind."

~~~

"If you win, you can have independence." Dream crossed his arms. "If you lose, you don't get independence. . . and I get Mellohi."

Tommy bit his lip. "The disc," he muttered, then made a show of turning back to L'Manberg and staring contemplatively at it. At this point, the discs weren't worth much to him anymore-- but they were sticking to the script this loop, and he needed to act like they were the most important things in his life.

(Prime, he'd been such a jerk--)

He inhaled sharply and shoved those thoughts aside. "Deal," he snapped.

"Okay," Dream said mildly. He promptly turned and walked away, off to reconvene with his team.

"Alright, I need a bow," Tommy said, turning to the revolutionaries. Tubbo and Fundy began rifling through their inventories.

"It's sundown," Wilbur remarked. He stared up at the sky, deep in thought. ". . . Ten paces. I'll count it off."

"No armor, Dream!" Tommy called.

Dream gave an acknowledging wave and moved over to a chest. "Make sure nobody takes anything," he said to Sapnap as he pulled off his netherite helmet.

Everyone froze.

"Uh," Fundy said intelligently.

Dream turned to them. The fake fox ears adorning his head were slightly squished. He brushed a hand over them and they sprung up again.

". . . Dream?" George asked. Dream glanced at him. ". . . why are you wearing fox ears?"

"Because," Dream said, and didn't give any more explanation. Everyone collectively decided to ignore it, though Wilbur stuttered mid-speech when Dream removed the rest of his armor to reveal that he had a fox tail pinned to the back of his pants. Thankfully, things proceeded fairly smoothly after that. In a matter of minutes, Tommy and Dream were standing on opposite ends of the path, readying their bows.

"Okay," Sapnap said before Wilbur could start counting. "Is nobody going to question why Tommy is dressed up like Eret?"

"Or why Dream has fox ears? " Fundy blurted, sounding slightly hysterical.

"Wait, he's dressed up like me? " Eret asked.

Sapnap stared blankly at him, then gestured at Tommy. "Uh. Sunglasses? Brown hair? I'm pretty sure that's a wig, actually. It looks like your hairstyle."

Eret glanced back and forth between Tommy and Dream, seemingly at a loss for words.

Dream cleared his throat impatiently. "Are we starting or not?"

Sapnap narrowed his eyes. "You--"

"OKAY," Wilbur interrupted, because he frankly did not want to know. "I'M GOING TO START COUNTING NOW. ONE--"

~~~

"Zero out of ten. Your cosplay fucking sucked. "

"Excuse you? It was better than yours!"

"Says who?!"

"Eret didn't even realize you were cosplaying him!"

"At least Sapnap did! Nobody knew you were cosplaying Fundy!"

"I'm pretty sure Fundy knew, he just didn't want to say it."

". . . Nah, your cosplay was just bad."

"Excuse you--"

"You are excused! "

"Zero out of ten for you too, you gremlin child--"

"You're just mad that you lost!"

"I am not-- wait, are you wearing contacts?"

"Yeah! Got'em for Halloween a couple years back."

". . . Fine, one out of ten. But only because of the contacts."

"YES! FIRST ROUND GOES TO ME, BITCH!"

9. (credit to Mixy_ttwara)

Technoblade narrowed his eyes, taking inventory of his golden apples. There were fewer than he remembered. A thief? But who would come all the way out here? He'd chosen this spot as his retirement location for a reason, after all. There was nobody living within a ten-mile radius.

Shutting the chest, he huffed and moved towards the next one, only to freeze when he heard a muffled thump. That didn't sound like one of his pets.

Slowly, he turned, pausing when he heard another thump. It seemed to be coming from below. Quietly, he glided across the floor, careful not to alert the intruder that he was on to them. He reached the ladder and descended, checking each floor as he passed. Occasionally, another thump would reach his ears, growing louder the further down he went. At last he reached his basement.

Technoblade stepped into the stone room, sweeping a cursory glance over it. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, save for the fact that a section of the floor across from his villagers looked off. Cautiously, he drew his pickaxe from his inventory and pried the block up.

There was another stone block under it, but as Technoblade paused, he thought he could hear voices. Eyes narrowing, he tore through the next block. At the third block, his pick met empty air. Without hesitation, he dropped down, sword drawn and ready to skewer the intruders.

"--CHANGE LIKE THE TIDES IN THE OCEAN!" Tommy sang at the top of his lungs, completely ignoring him. "AT LEAST I THINK, OR AM I DEAD WRONG? FOOT ON THE BRAKE, AT THE LIGHT I DON'T NOTICE--"

"What," said Technoblade, "the fuck."

Dream glanced over from where he had been bobbing his head to the song. "Oh hey, Technoblade!" he called over the sound of Tommy's (surprisingly decent) singing. "Want to join us?"

"What the fuck," Technoblade repeated. "Why are you here. What are you doin' under my property."

"Walmart karaoke," Dream told him, patting the jukebox he was standing next to. "Wanna try?"

Technoblade lowered his sword, speechless. At that moment, Tommy finished up the pre-chorus. Dream turned away, pulling a large stick from his inventory and banging it on the wall in an approximation of percussion as the teenager launched into the chorus.

"So that was the thumping noise," Technoblade said blandly as he gave up trying to understand the situation and decided to just roll with it. ". . . are you the ones stealin' my food?"

"Yes," Dream admitted shamelessly.

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"That's not an answer, Dream."

"We needed food."

"You have food."

"Says who?"

"Dream, you're wearin' full netherite."

"So? I'm homeless, remember?"

"Technically not anymore," Tommy cut in, grinning widely. Behind them, the jukebox continued to play.

"What-- you can't live under my house! " Technoblade protested, losing his composure in the face of twin forces of insanity.

"Why not?" Tommy and Dream asked simultaneously, both adopting expressions of perfect innocence.

"It's-- It's my house! " Technoblade spluttered. "You can't just--"

"It's our house now," Tommy interrupted. "That's what you're all about, innit? Communism or some shit?"

"I'm an anarchist!"

Tommy nodded wisely. "That's what I said, Communism. So you gotta share your house, y'know? Stick to your ideals?"

Technoblade took a deep breath and fought down the urge to strangle the two idiots. "Get out of my house."

"Nope," Dream replied cheerily before tilting his head, listening as the next song began. "We're no strangers to love," he sang. "You know the rules, and so--"

Technoblade's axe crashed through the jukebox.

10.

"Oh. Oh fuck."

Tommy groaned. Everything hurt.

"Fuck-- Tommy, stay awake, okay?" Dream sounded like he was panicking. Dream didn't panic often. Tommy opened his eyes and instantly regretted it.

"Shit," he said with feeling. Because they were back in the cell, and there was a bloody potato lying a few feet away.

"You're going to be okay," Dream said. He still sounded like he was panicking. That probably meant he was lying.

"I'm dying, aren't I."

Dream slumped. ". . . Yeah."

"Okay." Tommy let his head rest against the obsidian floor. ". . . Don't revive me this time, okay? I. . . I kinda wanna try being a ghost."

"Okay," Dream agreed, voice shaking.

Tommy patted his hand. "D'nt be sad," he mumbled as his gaze grew distant. "I'll be back. . . get you. . . out. . ."

His labored breathing stuttered once, twice, before stopping altogether. Dream closed his eyes and tried not to scream.

~~~

"T-Tommy?" Tubbo whispered, his eyes wide with horror.

Slowly, the ghost turned around. Tubbo staggered back into Quackity, shaking.

His eyes were pure white, pupilless like Ghostbur's. Oversaturated crimson dripped down from his hairline, a mark of the beating that had killed him.

"Tommy," Quackity choked out. "What-- what happened to you?"

The ghost tilted his head. "Who's Tommy?"

Tubbo felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He sunk to his knees, trembling. "You're-- you're Tommy," he whispered. The ghost scowled.

"No, I'm not," he insisted.

"Look, Phantommy, Ghostinnit-- whatever you call yourself," Quackity started, "your name was Tommy. When. When you were a-alive."

"Oh." Tommy's ghost seemed nonplussed. "Sorry, but I'm not Tommy."

Tubbo collapsed to his knees, terrible sobs shaking his body. The ghost instantly panicked, floating forwards and fluttering his hands like he wasn't sure what to do with them. "Uh-- I'm sorry? Please don't cry, I really don't know how to--"

Tubbo just cried harder.

"It's gonna be okay," Ghostinnit said, awkwardly patting Tubbo on the back as his sobbing finally tapered off twenty minutes later. "It-it's gonna be okay."

"It's not," Tubbo protested, raising his teary eyes.

"Okay, yeah, it's not," the ghost agreed. "It's gonna be epic."

Tubbo shuddered. "Tomm--"

"No, Toob, big man, listen to me." The ghost leaned closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. "I remember everything, Tubbo, and I've got ghost powers and whatnot now. Think of the pranks."

The shorter boy stilled. "You-- you--"

Tommy grinned widely. "Yeah."

"Yeah what?" Quackity asked warily. Tommy had forgotten he was there. Oops.

". . . Tommy?"

Tommy blinked, turning to face the small crowd that had gathered around the spectacle. They were all staring at him with varying expressions of horror, though Jack Manifold's seemed a little off. Fundy was the one that had spoken, face pale. He took a step back as Tommy's gaze fell on him. "You're. . . you're a ghost?"

Tommy grinned. "My name is Toast," he announced, pulling a glock out of his pocket. "And I am here to steal your kneecaps."

Tommy + Ghost = Toast. fight me
Sections that have a "pt 1" thing added to them mean that that loop will be continued in later chapters in the future. Also note: These loops are not in chronological order.

Loop Notes
9. Yes, you just got rickrolled.
10. Tubbo tries to punch Tommy in the face for making him think he forgot everything-- emphasis on tries. He kinda goes right through, because. Ghost. The two then embark on a glorious pranking spree, culminating in the glitter-bombing and subsequent break-in of Pandora's Vault. The rest of the server is left in shambles.