Dream SMP x Children AU

Theme: crackfic
Warnings: nothing, just wholesomeness
Characters: All the Dream Smp members

Wilbur ruins everyone's playdate

Words: 1002

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"You want to be a hero Tommy?" Technoblade roared "THEN DIE LIKE ONE"

The players watched in dismay as the pinkette summoned two withers and two large explosions rumbled through the city, destroying everything they found on their path.

"AHAHAH-" "Hey wait just a minute"

All of the children fell silent as Schlatt got up from the floor where he'd been laying ever since he, or at least his character, died of a heart attack. "Wasn't Techno supposed to summon the Withers AFTER Wilbur pressed the button?"

The silence quickly turned into a loud murmur as the kids stopped their roleplay to go check the script Wilbur had carefully written for them.

Techno just rolled his eyes with annoyance "shut up Schlatt, you're supposed to be dead remember? And dead people don't talk"

"How would you know? Maybe some dead people do talk and you just haven't met them!" The goat child crossed his arms putting on a victorious smirk as some children nodded, believing in his statement.

That smirk of his though was quickly wiped away as the pinkette threw a wither skull, or just a ball of paper depending on how you look at things, at him. "Well now you're double dead so you can't talk!"

Schlatt muttered something under his breath as he laid back down on the floor.

"Schlatt is right though" Niki chimed in "Wilbur is supposed to press the button before Techno summons the withers."

"Does it really matter if we don't follow the…what was that paper called again?"

"It's called a script, Tubbo." Wilbur responded dryly. "And it does matter since I spent days trying to refine it so now we're going to follow it!"

"Ehm Will…? What does refine mean?" Tommy asked a bit confused after Tubbo and him exchanged glances.

Sometimes Wilbur wondered if it was a good idea to let his little brother and his friend roleplay with them since they would usually spend the majority of the time either fooling around or asking the meaning of the stuff he said. He had considered not allowing them to play with his friends anymore but knowing Tommy he was probably going to tell their father he was being mean and a lecture was the last thing he wanted.

"It means to make perfect!" Fundy answered the little blond's question proudly, almost as if knowing what that word meant made him more intelligent than all the others.

"Come on guys just get on with it!" Dream exclaimed from the back of the room as he was fiddling with one of his hoodie's strings. "I want to see some destruction!"

"B-but I don't want L'manburg to go boom!" Tommy exclaimed with a worried tone. "Aww don't worry Tommy, maybe we can convince your brother to not press the button." Niki tried to reassure him as she gently stroked the little boy's head.

"Speaking of Wilbur, where did he go?" Eret suddenly asked as he looked around their majestic Manburg.

Although the kids liked to believe L'Manburg was a beautiful city with a giant stage in the middle and some very tall towers it was actually nothing more than a bunch of boxes colored to look like buildings. It might've not looked like much but the children loved it.

"Well I'm sorry guys…" Wilbur's voice caught everyone's attention as he stood proudly inside of a bigger box that had a bright red bottle cap glued to one of the walls "…but it was never meant to be"

Suddenly the brunette pressed the famous button and ran out of the box, kicking down the boxes while also simulating the sound of explosions with his mouth.

Wilbur breathed heavily as the last building was destroyed and looked at the crowd of surprised children standing before him…before Tommy and Tubbo broke down crying desperately.

"Wilbur!" Niki yelled, glaring at him as she hugged the two three year olds trying to comfort them "You weren't supposed to actually press the button!"

"Guys guys, do you know what a chekhov's gun is? It means that if something is mentioned over and over again it must be used by the end of the story!" Wilbur tried to justify himself but the other children were having none of it.

"We don't care about your guns! You made Tommy and Tubbo cry!" Bad protested. "Yeah dude, you literally just destroyed our entire playset." Skeppy continued, although he wasn't nearly as upset as his best friend actually was.

"What's wrong with a little bit of destruction? I enjoyed it!" Dream commented but he was almost instantly shushed by George. "Shut up Dream, you're literally the one who gave Will the idea to destroy everything in the first place, of course you enjoyed it."

"Look guys it's alright, we can just build a new and better one, how does that sound?" Wilbur tried to sound cheerful but it was very easy to notice the fact that he was slowly starting to freak out, knowing what was gonna happen if his little brother and his friend didn't stop crying.

Suddenly some loud footsteps were heard outside. "It sounds like dad giving you a lecture. Good luck" Techno commented in his usual emotionless voice.

Just as the boy finished his sentence, the door flanged open to reveal a worried Dadza on the other side. "What happened here?!"

"Wilbur thought it would've been cool to destroy our playset and now Tommy and Tubbo are crying about it." Sapnap responded as he pointed his finger towards said kid, who sent him glare that was the definition of 'if looks could kill'

"Wilbur! Is that true?" His father scolded him. "B-but Philza! I had to! It was the chekhov's gun's effect and-" The boy's voice started to break more and more as he went on.

"Alright that's enough, come now I'm putting you in a timeout" Philza firmly stated he grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the room, ignoring his son's protests.

"So… what now?" Quackity asked.

"Well since Wilbur is gone and Schlatt is dead we're probably going to need a new president." Eret responded as he looked over at the broken boxes that used to be everyone's pride and joy.

"Hey I could still be the president if you want!" Schlatt exclaimed as he raised his head. "Since Willbur is gone you could just change the script and say I survived and-" he wasn't able to finish his sentence as another wither skull hit him in his forehead.

"But who deserves such an important title?" Fundy asked. "It must be someone who's really attached to L'manburg and that would want nothing but the best for it, unlike Schlatt and-"

"What about Tommy or Tubbo?" Niki intervened. Said children, who were crying on her shoulder just a couple of seconds before that moment, looked up at her.

"Aren't they a bit young?" Quackity didn't sound very convinced "they're just three years old after all."

"Well it's not like they could ruin L'manburg more than the others already have." Sapnap simply shrugged from the pillow he was sitting on.

All the children quickly started murmuring agreements and nodding. "Then it's settled!" Niki exclaimed cheerfully. "So which one of you wants to be the new president of L'manburg?"

Tommy and Tubbo gave each other a silent look before one of them actually spoke "I think it should be Tubbo, after all I still have to take my disks back from that mean guy Dream!" Tommy pouted as he mentioned the masked kid's name.

Dream couldn't help but chuckle a little as the little child tried glaring at him, causing the opposite effect. "Well then, as founder of the Dream smp I declare Tubbo the new president and Tommy the new vice president!"

All of the other kids started cheering and clapping their hands together as Tubbo and Tommy started laughing hysterically.

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I don't really have a reason for this one, this idea just popped up in my head and I went "why the hell not". I've got a few ideas planned for this children AU so heads up for that!