Tommy made his way into the house with Phil following behind him. He was quick to shake his boots off, his hands full of wool from their hunting trip. "Anyone home?" Phil yelled out into the house, Tommy's ears perked up hearing light footsteps from the basement. It was Bur, why he was in said basement was puzzling the younger brother though.

"Ghostbur?" He sat the wool down, dragging his coat off next as the other neared.

"Yes? What is it?" Philza plopped down the bag of meat he had been carrying but the teen knew his father was listening.

"Why were you in the basement?" No one really goes down there other than Techno, or when they needed some new weapons and armor since that's where most of it was stored. Bur seemed to get nervous at the raccoon's question, shifting in his spot, and the ruffling of feathers now only made the younger more intrigued and worried. "What's going on?"

"Nothing! Everything is fine!" It seemed like Ghost was both trying to assure the blond and himself, which made Tommy raise a brow and give the brother an unconvinced look.

"You are a horrible liar." The teen grumbles, now making his way swiftly to the basement ladder. Ghostbut quickly chased after the other, the father only watching as he took his coat off.

"No no, you don't want to go-"

"But I think I do, so I will." With that Tommy searched for the ladder handles ready to take careful steps down to the basement. He could tell that Bur was getting irritated, a loud huff leaving his lips. Tommy dramatically sighed, glaring over towards where he thought the older brother was. "What? What is down here you don't want me to see?" It was a long pause, the air growing thick between the two. It seemed the father was getting curious now, walking over and brushing past both children.

"Wait- DAD!" He hears the ladder creaking, looking towards the thing before following his father's lead. Whatever is down here Tommy is too curious now to just ignore it. When he made it down with his father, it was very quiet, other than the sound of someone moving within the room.

"What the fuck, is this." It was Philza speaking, a wing protectively wrapping around the boy next to him as he spoke coldly. "Technoblade Minecraft, you better start fucking explaining right now." Oh, it was Technoblade.

"I- um. I can't?" Tommy blinked.

"What's happening?" he looked up towards where Phil's voice had come from, hoping that maybe the other blond would answer.

"I think it would be best if you went upstairs for a bit Tommy, I'll explain what's going on when I come up." Tommy paused, wishing to be included in what was happening now, but he'd take what he could get. With that he made his way back up, listening for the two to start talking again. They didn't though, probably waiting until Tommy was out of earshot, which was somewhat funny to the other. He could hear everything that happened in the house, like Technoblade and Ghost's midnight talks when they think Tommy is fast asleep upstairs. He could even hear his father from outside some nights, the man doing late hunting.

He'd be able to catch snippets of this conversation too, well he would have if one of the two from downstairs hadn't shut the basement door after he was finally out. His only weakness, fucking doors. He huffed, crossing his arms as his tail swished in annoyance. "Why do they still treat me like a kid?" Bur sighed, placing a hand on his little brother's shoulder, squeezing it as if trying to reassure the other.

"Don't worry, you'll know soon enough."

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Phil stood with his arms crossed, blue eyes piercing into Techno's being. "Why the fuck is there an unconscious REVIVED Wilbur in the fucking BASEMENT?" He seemed mad.

"Uh, well- he just showed up. I don't know where he even came from." Philza walked forwards, standing in front of the tied-up adult with a blank look. It hurt seeing his once dead son sit there, head hanging and not moving. He looked over towards his eldest.

"How is he even alive?" The pinkette shrugged, his own eyes turning towards his twin.

"I don't know for sure, but I think it has something to do with Ghostbur and Dream." Philza raised a brow. "Ghostbur is alive, and Dream wanted to kill him, remember? Maybe that has something to do with this?" It was a long shot but also the only idea they had. Phil's eyes drooped, hands falling to his sides as he processed all this new information.

"Well, we should keep him down here until we know what is happening." Philza mutters quietly, hoping his voice was low enough to not be heard by a certain blond. They had closed the door to the basement, but both techno and himself didn't know exactly how good Tommy's hearing was.

"What do we do if he's here too.... Kill us?" It was a long shot, but it was weird that the other was alive, let alone out here where Technoblades house was- and who even told him where they lived? Philza was utterly puzzled by this situation. Technoblade huffed as he slouched in front of his twin. "Do we... kill him?" The father froze at those words, blue eyes widening towards the eldest brother.

"What? No, we wouldn't kill him." He paused. "I guess we'd have to keep him down here, block up the only way out."

"That's even more cruel than just killing him." Philza's hands balled.

"Fine, but I'm not doing the killing." Technoblade nodded at his father's request. He didn't know if the bird hybrid would be able to handle killing Wilbur for a second time anyways. So now they needed to wait for the twin to wake up before they can begin questioning. "You stay down here and watch over him, I'll go back up and watch over Tommy."

"If you insist." The piglin hybrid mutters. He focused on his twin, probably still trying to figure out how the other was alive. Philza paused again, worried eyes grazing over Techno's stressed-out expression before turning away to go back upstairs. He knew he had a lot of explaining to do for the raccoon hybrid he was sure was waiting up in the living room for the other. He took a deep breath before pushing the door open.

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Dream was livid, Wilbur was gone and Tubbo had finally made his first move, blowing up half of their country as he fought the president. Tubbo was angry, teeth gritted the whole fight, his swings holding purpose, and his angry green eyes never left Dream's own.

Dream huffed, looking over the damage as some of the people started their attempt of building what once was there. George was next to the other, his expression pained as he looked over the damage. "This isn't right, Dream." He mutters, his brown and blue eyes looking sad. Dream knew the other was right, and how he didn't see this coming he didn't know.

Then again his hold on this SMP has always been slipping, the strings he had connected to everyone and everything slowly being snipped off. "I know, I will fix this." With that he turned away, green eyes holding uncertainty for the first time in a very long time. The attack was abrupt, but if Tubbo wanted to play that Dream would not complain.

He'd show that president to not mess with him, break him down in the worst way possible. A wicked smile fell upon his lips at the thought. Yes, he knew what to do, now he needed to play his pieces carefully for one wrong move and all he had worked so hard for could be destroyed in front of him.

"I'll fix this, that is a promise." With this said he made his way to his study to form a plan. Along with this, he needed to find Wilbur still. Any word that that man was alive and he was sure more chaos would ensue within the SMP. Not only in L'maburg but in the DreamSmp kingdom as well. Yes, at the moment everything seemed to work against him, but not for long. Soon he'd have his hold back on this SMP, and then everything will be as it should have been.