Ender: I got the Ao3 Author curse! In the form of- actually if i say this i might get a screen glare from Cyber....

Cyber: *stares ominously but nods approvingly*

Ender: ...I don't know if that's approval or not- But I am coping! I was also out of the country because of the possibly tragic thing that happened but I'm back and coping in the form of QSMP cause why not.

We are almost finished! jsihapifodjspifdjspfjsdpij I'm so excited!

Cyber: Ender had a death in the family so please be nice, but uh yea we are almost done yall. Come heck or high water we are going to finish this darn thing aight! Also uh yea, Neither of us have had very great personal lives as of late, so please be nice, it's been...a rough couple of weeks. Seriously though, send Ender all the hugs! And if y'all could maybe pray for my dad and aunt, and uncle that would be great. It's been a rough time.

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Wilbur's POV:

Wilbur was trying his level best to keep in mind what he and Drista had talked about the night before as they all gathered to eat breakfast, and in doing so he kept glancing toward Dream. Dream, who had cooked them all breakfast and was.... wearing an apron while laughing with the two humans. It was just such a hard image to compute. For one he'd never seen a Dreamon laugh in such a way that wasn't a cackling sneer, for another.... it was a Dreamon... in an apron.

A Trie and quarter tall (7 and a half feet/228.6cm/2m) bone white monster, with dull claws the length of Tubbo's forearm, vicious teeth, and massive curved horns, was cooking in their kitchen in a frilly apron that said 'Grandpas the best cook' that they'd gotten for Philza's last birthday as a joke. Based on the wheezing cackles from Tubbo and barely stifled giggles from Ranboo they too had noticed Dream's odd attire.

Drista had smiled sweetly at her brother, when he'd raised a questioning eyebrow at her, and he'd retaliated by sticking his tongue out at her... which was weird, but must have been a human thing since both Drista and Tommy immediately burst into laughter at the action, which made the Dreamon cross his arms and pout; batter dripping of the edge of his spoon and onto the counter.

Dream lets out a horrified yelp when he notices the dripping batter and his teammates and sister burst into gales of laughter with Tubbo and Ranboo quickly joining in as Dream scrambles to put the spoon back in the bowl and clean up the mess before it can drip onto the floor. It's just so... jarring. Now that he's not looking for a monster and instead looking for what Drista told him about, he can... well he can see it. Dream is probably younger than him, and he certainly acts it. He's a young adult with friends and family that he cares for, who clearly loves cooking if the massive feast he's making is any indication, and who doesn't mind teasing his family back. He's so.....so normal.

His thoughts are interrupted by the Dreamon nudging a plate in his direction. It contains some of the meat and odd round things he'd called paaaancakes, but none of the fruits. The Dreamon doesn't make eye contact as he does it merely moving on to shoving a plate in Techno's and then Phil's direction, before turning and pushing plates toward the teens and his own crew.

Wilbur hesitates after he picks up his utensils watching as Dream fills his own plate, the Dreamon may be acting relaxed, but his tense body and lightly thrashing tail tell a different story. He's nervous, and following one of his nervous glances reveals the reason to Wilbur. Phil is at least trying to be subtle about his glances, but Techno is staring dead at the Dreamon as he slowly brings the food slowly toward his mouth. Its stare number six, the 'you may have everyone else fooled, but i'm watching you and imagining your demise' stare.

He winces mentally, that is not a good stare. He decides though that he isn't going to interfere with that particular staredown, and instead turns his attention back to the food. He takes a curious nibble at the paaaancakes and his eyes go wide and he jerks his head up so fast that everyone in the room falls silent and both Dream, Tommy, Ranboo, and the Comat.. George was his name right? Anyway they all jump, but Wilbur could care less he isn't sure what expression he's making but-

"Dude, these are delicious!! Like unnaturally good! Did you put drugs in them?! You know what I don't care-"

And before anyone can stop him or answer his questions he begins shoveling the stack of fluffy golden miracles into his mouth. The sticky gold substance covering them is distinctly the same as the stuff they get from Tubbos homeworld and paired with these puffy circles of perfection it is genuinely the best thing he has ever eaten in his life. Both crews remain sitting in shocked silence for a moment watching him until in his desperation to down the food as fast as possible, he unhinges his jaw and starts to shove the contents of the plate, and the plate itself into his mouth all in when go. This results in Techno jumping into action and Phil squawking in shock.

His crew begins to desperately try and wrestle him for his plate while Drista, Tommy and the 'Explorers' crew watch in confused shock. Techno grabs the plate with one hand and holds Wilburs jaw open with the other, speaking sternly as he does so.

"Spit it out Wilbur! If you really want to eat it that bad you can eat it normally, but I REFUSE to deal with another blasting incident like last time, no more ceramics in your gut got it!? Spit out the plate!!!"

Wilbur growls in response and gulps harder, taking the plate, food, and Technos hand halfway down his throat, Techno changes tactics, grabbing just the plate and his own hand and desperately trying to extract it from Wilburs gullet. Wilbur glares at him as the Dura plants a foot on his chest and yanks trying to free himself. Serves him right! He tried to take Wilburs food, that's his precioussss. Hissss, Techno cannot have the golden food, that is Wilburssss! So what if he was swallowing the plate too, it has atoms of the pancake! Therefore that means it needs to be eaten too!

Their struggles are interrupted by a cut off laugh from the other crew's direction, confused Wilbur lets go of the tension in his throat and thus releases the plate (and regretfully Techo's hand) and turns toward the laugh. It's Tommy who has his mouth covered as he laughs so hard tears stream down his face. His blue, blue eyes, already so unnaturally bright, are now shining almost as if they are glowing, the blue lighter than Wilburs ever seen it.

Techno storms over to the sink grumbling to himself as he puts the plate in and begins to wash his hand, frantically trying to get rid of Wilbur's glowing yellow saliva. Tommy's laughter has set off everyone elses and for the second time this morning the kitchen is filled with laughter. That's good, that's really good. Content and with his belly now at least somewhat full, Wilbur leans against the counter a fond smile on his face, and if he snags Technos Paaaaancakes while the Dura isn't looking? Well that's no one's business but his own.

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Tommy's POV

Tommy eventually felt his laughter subside, that had felt so good, he hadn't laughed that hard in a long time. As he turned back to his food though, a lithe thin shape slunk past him on the counter. He snapped his gaze toward the figure in the corner of his vision, it was Dristas cat. The one she'd mentioned and he'd briefly spotted the day before. Scratches, was its name maybe? Or was it Percy, he thought it started with a P.... regardless, the cat was slinking low and quiet across the counter top towards Drista.

Its tail swished back and forth in a mesmerizing pattern, it looked like it was hunting something, he didn't have to wait long to figure out just what the cat was hunting though. Drista had turned her head to talk to the flaming alien, Sabine or something was his name, and the cat chose that moment to strike. It pounced on her plate snagging all the space bacon before making a run for the door. Drista reacted instantly to the sound of claws on her plate with a high pitched screech as she lunged after her cat, shouting something in common after it that Tommy had a feeling wasn't exactly complimentary.

The cat didn't seem particularly offended, instead it jumped up atop the kitchen cabinets and stared down at Drista, and if cats could raise eyebrows Tommy would have sworn that this cat was raising one at Drista. Drista stood below it shouting in a mix of english and common, Tommy could understand enough to get that she was yelling for Patches, that was its name he knew it started with a P; to give her back her bacon. Along with a few creative insults about what Drista thought about Patches' apparently endless stomach.

Tommy was desperately trying to not burst into laughter once more, but when he made eye contact with Dream, who was also trying to hold in his laughter, they both lost it. Without looking back at them Drista, mimed shooting them both with her fingers in a stereotypical gun shape, which only prompted them to laugh even harder. Tommy didn't think he'd ever laughed so much in his life as he had this morning, and wasn't that a sad thought about this life before being space napped.

His thoughts were interrupted, by Dream finally having mercy on his sister, the Dreamon reached up atop the cabinet, ignoring Patches as her claws dragged across his skin making a sound like nails on glass, which made Tommy shudder. Dream gave the cat in his dulled clawed hand an unimpressed look before gently pulling the bacon from the cat's mouth and setting it on the counter. Giving the cat one last hard look, Dream set the cat on the ground and began cutting away the parts where the cat had bitten into the bacon before sliding the now slightly mutilated space meat back toward Drista.

Huffing the girl sat back down and began to eat her shredded blue meat, glaring at Patches all the while. When the cat started to pace toward him though, Tommy ceased his giggling and sent his own glare toward the orange and white feline. That was his space bacon! Patches batted a gentle paw at his arm while he curled protectively over his plate with a hiss of his own. The cat yowled softly at him and sent him the most grumpy face he'd ever seen an animal make, but Tommy remained strong, there was no way that he was sharing the first human adjacent food he'd ever eaten in space.

Pacing and snuggling against him Patches began to purr, her eyes widening as she begged him for some of his food, this had an unintended consequence though. As she began to purr Ranboo perked up beside him, green and red eyes wide and luminous as he stared down at the cat. He let out a low sounding cooing trill before beginning to purr himself. Patches paused and stared judgmentally at the tall alien. Then in true cat fashion went back to bothering her target. Ranboo slumped sadly and Tommy sighed, dang Ranboo, he couldn't stand the sad eyes! He pulled a single slice of bacon from his plate and waved it in front of Patches. The cat perked up immediately, Tommy tossed the piece of blue bacon to Ranboo and the tall alien scrambled frantically to catch it, his limbs flailing about awkwardly.

Patches' gaze remained on the meat the entire time, and after Ranboo successfully caught it he glanced in between it and the cat before slowly holding it out pinched carefully between two of his razor sharp claws. Patches eyed him for a moment before pacing forward and delicately sniffing the offered morsel. Then she snatched it from Ranboo's grasp and leaned against his clawed hand purring up a storm as she licked her teeth. She looked up at the oreo colored alien and widened her eyes, turning on her back and showing her tummy.

Ranboo's pupils dilated to almost entirely consume his eyes and he began to pull pieces of meat from his own plate and offer it to the cat. His plate was entirely full of meat, right Tommy knew he was a meat eater but this was kinda ridiculous. Mentally shrugging he turned his back on Ranboo and the purring feline, no he wasn't jealous of Patches what are you talking about! He turned around and found himself staring straight at Drista's judgmental face. She had an eyebrow raised at him, and he shifted uncomfortably beneath her gaze.

What on earth could she want? When Drista spoke though it was about the last thing he could have possibly expected.

"We didn't really get to talk about this yesterday, but now that we have more time, I wanted to ask, what the heck is up with your english dude. You sound so weird!

All thoughts of Patches, and possible jealousy vanished from his head as he gaped at her utterly offended.

"You- You-"

He had no words,

"You take that back, you are an insult to the Queen you absolute wrong'un!"

Drista's eyebrow impossibly, raised higher,

"I'm not the one that sounds like a James Bond knock off!"

Tommy took back every nice thing he'd ever said about this brat,

"Oh yeah! Well I'm not the one who drinks tea cold like an absolute barbarian!"

Drista laughed back openly at his face

"I don't even drink tea at all you British weirdo!"

Tommy.exe has stopped working, surely he had heard that wrong.

"Wha- what about tea and scones? Or- Or I don't know what you American's like, uh Fish n' Chips maybe? Like come on, I thought it was a myth you lot didn't eat that stuff!"

Drista's eyebrows scrunched together.

"Uh I mean I've had scones I think? Those sweet cone shaped pastries, that are hollow sometimes or filled with ice cream, and I mean I eat fish, just not with like chips, seems like a weird combo to me. Besides, aren't your chips like french fries or something?"

Tommy... Tommy was with a bloody American, and one who didn't know anything at all to boot.

"A- a scone is not.... I just, what is wrong with you! You eat them with tea, and maybe clotted cream or a jam or something. What about biscuits please tell me you eat biscuits?"

Drista looked more confused than ever,

"Like biscuits and gravy?"

Tommy was going to pass out, he was so enraged and concerned.

"NO! WHY ON EARTH- A BISCUIT YOU CRAZY WOMAN! ROUND, OFTEN FILLED WITH CHOCOLATE CHIPS, EATEN WITH TEA WHEN YOU'RE AT YOUR GRANS HOUSE?!"

"You mean a cookie?"

Tommy was going to commit murder. He was going to end this... this.... he knew the whole curse word library and simply did not have a word strong enough for this situation. At that moment though they were interrupted by a hesitant voice.

"Um, what's going on exactly?"

It was Dream, maybe he could talk some sense into this crazy person.

"Dream please explain to this insane child what a biscuit is and how it absolutely cannot be called something as demeaning as a- cookie."

Dream shrank back between their combined stares, Drista shaking her head frantically, and Tommy practically boring a hole through him with his gaze, the man looked close to passing out from fear and confusion.

"I- I don't really know what either of those things are?? I just, uh- i- is this a human thing? I knew you both sounded different. I just assumed it had to do with the fact that Drista was a female and you were a male...?"

Now Dream was being pounded with twin looks of enraged disbelief. At that moment Tommy's focus was diverted by Wilbur warbling something at Dream. The Dreamon looked relieved as he slowly scooted further away from both of their blazing glares and answered the blue alien.

Good, cause Tommy wasn't sure if he was going to pound the alien for misunderstanding the British versus American situation, or if he was going to hide his face in total misery because the only human he'd ever found in space, and SHE WAS A BLOODY AMERICAN!

Dream's POV:

Perhaps he had miscalculated. He had truly assumed the differences in his sister and Tommy's speech patterns were due to their different genders and now that he was explaining the current argument to Wilbur he couldn't believe he'd been so stupid! He knew from the fragmented research he'd been able to collect on humans that there were different kinds. He knew vaguely from Drista that her and Tommy's coloration meant they were white, or caucasian, and that it was far from the only human pelt color; she'd pointed out several pictures on the site they'd been looking at of several beautifully varied and colored humans. He also knew that there were different, top fur colors, eye colors, and even bone structures and height variations in the species.

He knew she was something called American, something Tommy had mentioned in their brief argument just now, and he wasn't stupid. Tommy was much paler than Drista and where she had a fanning of dots on her shoulders, face and ears called freckellls Tommy had none. They were different sub species of Human!!! He was such a fool, Drista had called him a 'Brrritish Weirdoo ' was that his species?

Wilbur, apparently done with waiting for his thoughts to stop spiraling, interrupted him with and impatient grrrvvvvv noise.

"Well you just told us what they were arguing about, but what are they talking about now? Did they settle the argument?"

Dream quickly turned his attention back to the humans, right he should probably focus on that. He didn't want it to devolve into a fight after all, the ship might not survive two rampant humans.

"I don't know what's worse, the thought of having an American vs British argument in space... or your brother thinking it's a gender thing"

"I mean to be fair he's only met one human before and it's me, all his mannerisms are from me"

"Yea it explains why he has a slight stupid American accent going on- can't believe you've corrupted an alien"

"Can't believe I'm talking to a CHILD-"

"I AM OLDER THAN YOU!"

"YOU ACT LIKE THE GRUMPIEST AND WHINIEST HOUSE CAT THIS SIDE OF SPACE! PATCHES HAS BETTER TEMPER THAN YOU"

He's lost. Is... they aren't talking about the thing earlier, about being an... 'American' and... 'brrrithish'? Okay think. Clearly it's not a gender thing like he initially thought. There's a lot of humans who are very spread out on earth. They don't have technology like space faring species do and are still a young species. Maybe it's due to different land? They both speak the same language but with a different accent, not hard to assume maybe they lived nearby each other but just enough to have a different accent, that's logical so it's likely it. He'll have to ask later but for now that's his theory.

"They were talking- or i guess arguing earlier about some differences between them, you notice how they have different accents? Speaking the same language but slightly different?"

The crew nods, WIlbur made a thoughtful sound.

"I had assumed it was either do to perhaps living a bit away from each other, like different territory or a gender difference-"

Dream shakes his head violently, startling the crew.

"No it's definitely not a gender difference, they both looked ready to chew me to bits and bones when I said that. Territory seems the most likely answer, I'll have to ask. How much do you know about humans exactly? Tommy looks healthy- or well, I think he looks healthy for a male. I just know what a healthy Drista is supposed to look like"

For a moment Wilbur is silent contemplating something.

"I don't have a lot of data he hates the medbay, but if you have some base readings for Drista I might be able to check and see-"

He sounds hesitant, but Dream nods.

"That's a good idea, that way we can determine if Tommy needs anything. Do you guys know how old he is? We can also ask them questions if Tommy really doesn't like the Medbay"

There is a sudden silence from behind him, and all of them turn to find the humans staring at them green and blue eyes almost glowing as they focus in on Dream. Dream shifts and makes hesitant eye contact with his sister.

"Uhhh what did you both need?"

Tommy is the one to speak.

"Which one of our accents do you prefer?"

This. This is a trap. Dream can feel his tail lashing behind him as his eyes dart between the two blank faced humans. Wilbur asks him what's wrong, but looking away would be a mistake, answering Wilbur would be a mistake. They are waiting for an answer. They are waiting. This whole morning has been filled with curiosity, chaos, and stress and frankly Dream is wishing he'd given into the urge to stay in bed this morning, cause THIS IS A TRAP. How, how does he get out of this?

"Uh as exciting as that question is, Wilbur actually has some questions for Tommy if that's ok?"

Nailed it. Distraction, make them focus on something else, he is a genius. Drista and Tommy are still staring at him, but then Tommy heaves a sigh.

"Fine, but this conversation isn't over."

The firm steadiness of that statement, sends shivers down Dreams spine, but that's a problem for future Dream. Current Dream is going to milk this question session for all its worth, he'd like to live thanks! Wilbur asks his first question after Drista confirms that they are ok with answering him and Dream thanks the heavens. He's saved!

"How old is Tommy?"

Drista turns to the blonde haired boy and repeats the question in english. Tommy takes a moment to think. Before answering.

"17, I think. It's a little hard to tell with the way times have been passing in space, but last I checked I've had two birthdays out here."

Dream frowns at the answer, so he's at least four years older than Drista. He's suddenly a tad more worried about how thin the boy is. He knew he was malnourished from his time in space, but he was pretty sure that at that age, he should be nowhere near that thin. Based on Wilburs reaction after Drista answers and his own follow up question of her age, he's worried too. The two exchange a quick glance before Wilbur asks his next question.

"How do humans measure a year?"

Drista pauses thinking.

"365 days in a year, a day for us is twenty four hours because that's how long it takes our planet to rotate. A year is how long it takes us to go one cycle round our system's sun."

That's.... based on some quick calculations of how Dream remembers Drista explained hours and minutes. That's a pretty short cycle for measurement. He mentions the calculations to Wilbur, and the Orcam nods seriously.

"How long are your life spans? And what counts as an adult for humans?"

Drista thinks.

"Eighty to a hundred years on average, although boys usually die earlier than girls. And well it depends, where I come from 18 is the legal adult age needed for a lot of papers and the ability to move out of our house. But we don't get certain other rights until we are 21. I can ask Tommy about Britain though, I know some of their age requirements are different."

She asks him, and Tommy raises an eyebrow at her, Dream senses this might have something to do with their earlier argument.

"18 as well, but we can drink at that age too, unlike you stupid Americans. That and our parents are allowed to give us alcohol when we are younger, I had some when I was like six."

Dream is praying that alcohol means something else for Brrrritish humans then for American's cause if it's the same thing Drista described his gonna have a core attack. Wilbur is unaware of his internal crises as he asks his next question.

"So neither of you are adults then?"

Dream was pretty sure they had already established that, but it seemed Wilbur and the others wanted to be sure. Drista nodded in response, speaking as she did so.

"Nope, and if we're talking about brain and body development, neither of us is close. Legally 18 is the adult age, but our bodies don't reach full maturity till our early to mid twenties."

And that-that was horrifying thought, Dream knew they were a deathworld, but legally making your kids adults before reaching physical maturity? Allowing them to leave their homes? Based on the sudden fluffing of Philza's wings and the concerned thrashing of Wilburs tails, both of them had picked up on that as well. Wilbur appeared to mentally set it aside for now though.

"Well can you ask Tommy if he has any injuries that I can take care of right now? He wouldn't really let me look, but I'm worried about infection. Also does he know the average weight and height for someone his age?"

Drista relays the question to Tommy, and the human studies his crew for a long moment looking over Wilbur's worried body language, and then seeming to examine the concern on all of their faces. He heaves out a heavy sigh.

"I don't have anything he can really fix right now, I need time and good food mostly, he covered all the lacerations and nothing was broken. The other stuff.... it's just scars and.... I'm not ready to show them that yet."

The boy takes a steadying breath, before continuing.

"I'm Tommy Kraken Danger Innit, so of course I don't have any serious issues cause no one can keep me down for long! But uh-"

He trails off looking uncomfortable, clearly trying to keep his composure and confident facade.

"My height is actually fine all things considered, I'm actually taller than most males, but I am kinda sorta underweight for my age, and size class."

Dream relays this information to the rest of them. All of whom look a mix between relieved and concerned. Even with the language barrier it seems that they can see the unease Tommy feels as he talks.

"Well... if we need to increase his weight class we can start feeding him larger servings to start with...then find foods that work better for him...probably"

Wilburs words sound unsure, clearly pondering what items available to them will help Tommy the most. The Orcams also muttering under his breath, something about 'too much food too fast' and 'increasing fat content in food' might help or it could make Tommy' 'sick'. Dream does not envy the Orcam figuring out that balance, and makes a mental note to send the man a list of foods he knows Drista both needs and prefers that are easily available out here in space. Dream decides to use this pause in conversation to ask his own question,

"But... you're both healthy- or at least, well right? You're not going to drop dead on us or have any immediate issues?"

He fiddles with the dull ends of his claws glancing up at his sister for an answer, he knows Drista is healthy as can be. He's made sure of it, but well- Tommy doesn't look as great as Drista.

"Nah, I'm fine. Maybe some trauma at best buuuut nothing I can't handle. Just don't show me a needle and we'll be good"

Tommy waves dismissively, like that statement wasn't concerning in itself, but Dream concedes, if there's no immediate danger or threat to the boy's help than for the most part it's probably all good.

His thoughts are interrupted though as Drista gets a dangerous look on her face.

"Now answer, Which one of our accents sounds better?"

Ah... shit. Think think think!

He spots Patches purring a storm while batting at Technos Tail. Techno was semi paying attention to the feline creature, but he doesn't seem too bothered by her playing with his tail. So hopefully he won't be bothered by Dream snatching her.

"Y'know! I- I don't think Patches has had her actual food, you've told me how some foods aren't good for her Drista"

"Well- Yea but those were toxic fo-"

"It wouldn't be good if we don't give her her actual food, the food that's soooo much better for her! Why don't you and Tommy head over to the greenhouse and give Patches her food, maybe you two can even relax in there? Humans like nature, right?"

He doesn't give either human a chance to interject as he darts across the room and grabs a bag of cat food from the cupboard as well as Patches food bowl. He tosses the food at his sister who scrambles to catch the items before they hit the floor and explode everywhere. As Tommy opens his mouth to protest, Dream snatches Patches from the ground and yeets her across the room. The panic on the boy's face is almost enough to make Dream laugh, but his own fear keeps him from doing so. Tommy catches the very disgruntled cat and cradles her gently to his chest, shushing the cat as she mewls plaintively.

"Go on, who knows how grumpy she'll end up being, if you don't feed here RIGHT now, yup yup"

He doesn't hesitate to gently shove and push them out into the hallway, ignoring their protests

"Wait Dream- Dream!"

"We're not done talking about this you twat! You didn't answ-"

Dream gives them one more slightly aggressive push and lets Patches insistently and loudly meow like she's the most starved creature in the galaxy. Instead of cooing at the cat like he wants to, in apology for launching her across the room. Dream doesn't know how or why humans decided this was prime pet material but with how needy and cute they are he supposes they get a pass. Besides, Patches has just potentially saved his life so she truly is the best girl in his opinion.

He shuts the door behind the protesting humans, and a yowling Patches and turns and slides down the door into a sitting position letting out a huge breath as he did so. Only to come face to face with a rather concerned crew half of whom are part way out of their seats clearly wondering if they need to charge in and attack him but clearly confused by the muffled cackling of his own two crewmates. George had apparently just entered from the other doorway, just in time to witness his near death and both he and Sapnap are laughing near uncontrollably as they stare at him.

Wilbur is the one to speak for his crew,

"W-what just happened are they both ok?"

Dream stared the man right in the eyes, a haunted look on his face.

"I nearly died is what happened. They are both fine, but they seek my demise so please, for my sake save me next time."

Sapnap loses the battle to stay upright and falls to the floor as he cackles, his flames flickering. Philza looks a tad amused himself and Tubbo and Ranboo join Sapnap and George in their laughter. Dream merely closes his eyes and thanks the stars he was able to distract the humans, that was waaaayyyyyy to close.

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Dristas POV:

She stares at the closed door for a moment

"He was totally panicking wasn't he?"

"Oh 100% he was, you don't chuck a cat across the room with zero hesitation like it's a normal friday. Mans was trying to avoid death"

Tommy looks down at the cat in his arms, pondering. "Does she actually need to eat? Right now I mean. She was snatching food off of people's plates"

Drista moves, leading Tommy to the greenhouse with the bag of treats, letting Patches have one treat. She purrs happily against Tommy, who couldn't resist scratching her behind her ears.

"Yea but she does have actual food that was made for her. The stuff we eat won't kill her but too much can make her sick. Luckily none of it was actual human food or she'd be dead."

With a skip to her step and a hum she opened up a door and felt the somewhat mild humidity from the room, vines, plants, fruit trees and flowers were growing all around the place. It's her favorite room, she can just sit back and lay on the grass- which is green mind you. Dream did everything he could to make the room as close to a human environment as possible when he saw she wasn't as content with purple grass.

Tommy's grip on Patches slackens as he admires the room and she escapes his arms to happily walk into the room walking towards a container that was against the wall. Drista quickly walks over to it and scoops out some food for Patches in her bowl, it wasn't like the dry cat food Tommy was used to seeing. It was more like wet cat food but minus the wet somehow? Seems like it can be preserved.

The plants looked.... Earthean? Human? Terran? It almost felt like home but some plants were off by a little, the grass felt way too soft, some of the plants were more yellow than green. The fruits being a dead give away that it's not the standard 'oranges, apples, bananas etc'. kind of fruits.

There was a big tree in the middle, large branches and even had some of the roots come up from the ground like little arches. It strongly reminded him of an old oak tree that was perfect for climbing.

Even with all the vague alienness of the plants, this was the closest to earth he's felt in a long while. Drista plops herself against the tree, leaning her back on it on a spot that was perfect to lay down on the grass. She can feel Tommy's eyes on her, unsure if he has permission to come close beside her under the tree.

She thought he had his character down. How he acts, how he threatens. How he feels. Many aliens are predictable once you get them down, but she's forgotten humans are and can be more subtle. For as much as an alien can attempt to put up a front or hide their intentions, a human will always end up being the most deceiving. If a human doesn't want you to know, you won't. If you find out something about a human, they let you- or subconsciously they wanted someone to know, to find out, the quietest signs of crying for help.

But standing in front of her wasn't the loud, tall and somewhat rude teen she had quickly associated him as- not including that she knows he cares deeply about his crew even without the communication- but instead of what she's seen, he's here, looking everywhere but where she is. Glancing at her every once in a while and looking like he wants to ask for permission or sit where he is right now.

She doesn't know if it's because she's a stranger or he doesn't have any social skills like her. It's... kinda pathetic but in a wet cat kinda way. Not because she cares, not in the slightest. It's not like she can tell his open body language screams unsure and want. It's also not because she cares that she scooches a little and pats the grass beside her, inviting him to sit with her. No siree.

She downright glares at the "sky" as she mentally denies caring for him as he comes to slowly settle beside her, keeping distance. She didn't realize she was tense the whole time until she had already relaxed in his presence, feeling a familiar warmth that wasn't really available in everyone else out here in space. It was just a heat that was so distinctly human. For a moment he doesn't say anything, She doesn't say anything. They just... exist with each other for a moment. Listening to the quiet purrs that Patches makes as she eats.

"The ship looks very... lived in"

Tommy breaks the silence, his voice quiet and hesitant. Like the silence needed to be quietly chased away. Not by something loud and sudden, just something to ease away the quiet. Conversation he didn't know how to lead seemed to be his solution. She doesn't mind. It feels nice to speak English with someone who isn't Dream- even if Tommy does have the stupid accent.

"Well.. yea. I've basically lived on this ship for a very long time. It's my home. Dream did everything in his power to make it as comfortable as he could, it was... pretty rough start in the beginning"

That's an understatement. There had been... so many misunderstandings- she had assumed there was a power dynamic between them from the start and Dream had misunderstood her compliance as her relaxing in his presence.

She hears Tommy hum beside her, the sound unsure and hesitant. He was opening and closing his mouth like he wanted to ask something before he chickened out, repeating it a few times and making the quietest choked sounds. Like the words are getting cut off before they could even start.

"Is... is it alright if I ask you how you got into space?"

"I was-"

"Yea yea I know, abducted. Don't tell me the obvious! I mean-"

His voice cracked a little, fidgeting with his hands.

"Like.. were you moved around from ship to ship? Got to spend some time on planets? Th-that kind of stuff... if you're fine with that"

It sounded like something so easy to explain... on surface level at least.

"Well... sorta? I spent a little bit of a year In... well not in Dreams care- obviously- but well... I don't remember the species but it was some spoiled prince, my best guess anyways. I was too... tiny"

She was still pretty small- at least compared to Tommy but he's stupidly tall so he doesn't count.

"I was too tiny to be... well, to have the same fate like you did i think... i was more or less seen as a... a... y'know, a pet"

She couldn't stop the odd tilt her voice had at the word, a strange almost curse like tone. Tommy starts looking concerned- nope nope she's fine. It's in the past! She's living the life with Dream.

"I was some spoiled brats pet. It.. wasn't fun.. especially the training..."

She mumbles, her sentence trailing off. Her fingers twirling her hair and swiping at her hair, as if trying to get rid of something stuck to her head.

She wasn't looking anywhere near Tommy, instead staring down at Patches, who was drinking water from her bowl.

"Obviously I tried escaping. I was small so I could slip into places easily. But I didn't know what I was doing when I got to an escape pod or tried hitchhiking- I couldn't read anything, I couldn't understand anything! I just sorta... stopped trying after a while.."

She huffs out a breath, resisting the urge to scratch an itch on her neck.

"They were... uhh... really bad owners let me just say- food was horrible. 0/10. I think wet cat food would have been better"

She tries to play it off with a laugh, quieting when Tommy gives a weak supporting chuckle. He didn't try to catch her eye, just leaning back against the tree and letting her have the floor.

Dammit. She wishes for just a second that he'd be loud and interrupt her. Distract her. He did say she could speak as she wishes so maybe she can just speedrun this and then never think about it again.

"Prince guy got bored of me, I'd only do basic tricks for him but I would threaten to bite him every time he tried to pet me. Did you know we can resist electricity better than most aliens out here? I didn't. Learned that one when they tried using some baton thing to electrocute me and I grabbed on the nearest alien when it did. Electric current went right through me and flowed into the next guy. Fried the idiot. The human body sure is wonderful..."

No! Why is he still looking at her like that? If anything it was cool! Felt like she had a super power over electricity until they turned up the voltage- don't think about it, just finish.

"S-So yea! Got bored of me and sold me off- i think, maybe he just sent me to the nearest planet to be sold. Dunno what planet it was but pretty sure it was in a black market star system or something..."

She stops herself from talking about how small the cage was, how she could barely slip her hand past the bars.

"I don't remember how long I spent on display, a couple of days at most. Saw a lot of ugly aliens over there. Cool ones too but probably jerks"

Why is she stalling? She wanted this fast didn't she? So why isn't she just breezing through this?

"Dream found me at some point, I thought he was another new owner. He bought me and it... was very rocky. Even when he removed the stupid collar that was forced on me. We couldn't understand each other and it was just... messy"

Just thinking about it made her tired. He was trying so hard to come off as friendly and kind.

"Some things happened between us. He made a decision and I took it and ran with it- did something stupid and it hurt him. Took him getting hurt at my expense to realize 'Oh hey, this big giant walking stick made of china porcelain isn't going to hurt me'. We got along after that... he saved me"

Her voice gets quieter, she could see Tommy from the corner of her eye how he leans over a little in order to hear her.

"He bought me, not to make me a pet again. But to keep me safe. He didn't have to- stars, he didn't have to do anything for anybody! But he does it anyway and it hurts so bad when he goes out on the line to do something for someone or to 'do the right thing' and he comes back more injured than when he went in. Especially since he hates regenerating. Whenever he's hurt bad enough for that he just-"

She picks at her skin, only stopping when Patches crawls on her lap and demanding pets, purring when Drista starts doing so.

"I shouldn't be biased, I know he hides stuff about his species from me and I'm missing pieces, it's probably for a reason, but I also know his reasoning isn't to try and manipulate me into not seeing him as a monster, but I also know whatever it is can't be..."

She hesitantly looks at Tommy. The only other human in space she's met and can't resist the urge to seek validation in her thoughts.

"You agree, don't you? I-I know you haven't known him much and Wilbur has probably just as much of a reason to hate Dream but... you've seen how he is, how he acts haven't you? Does he scream killer? Does he scream that he wants to hurt all of us?"

Stars dammit why does she feel hair lengths away from breaking down? She shouldn't! Oh this is embarrassing. In front of Tommy and her cat, only Patches and Dream have seen her cry, and one of them also burst into tears just as easily! Tommy's words aren't some final judgment but stars above she's tense.

"No"

She damn near jumped out of her skin at his voice. Tommy sounded sullen but quietly confident.

"He isn't like that. A part of me wanted to deny it. Deny that he's good. I've seen so many of his kind and I grew to hate them. A-And while I am Tommyinnit, biggest man in the worl- err... universe! I uhh..."

He rubs the back of his neck, tearing out some of the grass under him.

"I... fuck- they scared me. Anytime I saw them I couldn't even breathe right. I was alone with all sorts of aliens around me but it was always them who handled me. I was already familiar with the thought that all of them are bad, that they don't spell anything good for me, so it felt a little like some sacred code was being broken when Dream wasn't trying to shove me in a cage."

"But- I saw how he is around you. How he was talking to me- to anyone really. I couldn't believe it. I was scared of this guy? Who looked like he would stand in the corner of the room twiddling his little claws like a socially anxious teenager out at a house party who lost the only friend he was familiar with in the crowd? I was scared of him? Blasphemy!"

Drista couldn't help the snort that escaped, quietly giggling at the image Tommy had put in her head. She can see Tommy smirking proudly at her before continuing.

"It felt wrong. The rest of my crew were all tense and wary so it felt obvious to follow their lead. I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed but I wasn't stupid enough to not see how much you two cared for each other.... Any human could see you were- are family.."

Drista takes this chance to ask about his time in space, clearly they had different experiences and... she wants to know a little. Maybe he can help with the puzzle pieces.

"What about you? It didn't sound like you were a pet"

"Pfft, as if anybody could tame me"

He sighed glaring at her half out of the corner of his eye, he clearly knew what she was doing. Drista briefly wondered if he'd continue pushing about her own past despite his earlier promise, but he just sighed once more before closing his eyes and tilting his head back leaning against the tree. There was a quiet moment while he thought then-

"I was an- an experiment of sorts, a test subject I guess. It depended on the group of course. I had one group that tried to make me a gladiator, stuck me in a pit with some other aliens and everything, but I would just incapacitate my opponents and attack the guards so they got tired of me pretty quick. All the other ships were pretty much run entirely by the Ceramics-or well the Dreamons... whatever you call them."

He paused for another moment, his eyes were open now, but they were glazed over the blue dulled to an almost gray as he thought. When he spoke again his voice was barely a whisper, the words seeming to drag in his throat painfully.

"I'd fight them every time you know, and I took a lot of them down, but they just kept coming-"

His jaw clenched and something hard appeared behind his gaze,

"It started small, just moving my limbs around when I was drugged, opening my eyes so they could study them, then they started taking skin samples, and sticking weird liquids in me. After that is when it got...bad."

*** Potential Trigger warning, mentions of experimentation, nonthing severely graphic, but this is defintly one of our teen rated sections (####) marks end of section***

"They had potions like Wilbur and your brother had, so they didn't much care about how far they took it. There were a few times they opened me up like one of those frogs in a dissection class back on earth, they never pulled anything other than bone shards out, but even with the drugs...it hurt... a lot. I was aware the whole time, the drugs mostly just kept me immobile, not really unconscious. They seemed to...to enjoy my reactions. Fascinated by them actually. They would take my teeth a lot, one of their potions would make them regenerate, so it's not like it left any lasting damage on my bones, but- that's when the tests started."

Tommy closed his eyes again, his fists clenching at his sides, and Drista drew in a ragged breath, she hadn't realized she'd been holding. He twitched at the sound before continuing.

"They'd inject me with stuff or cut me open just enough to stick stuff in the wounds. I- I have a lot of scars from that, ones that I won't let Wilbur or the others look at. The worst part definitely had to be how they reacted though, it's- t's part of why I trusted Dream so little, still don't trust him somewhere in my subconscious to be honest."

He opened his eyes and sent an apologetic half smile her way before continuing,

"They always acted like it was the most beautiful, fascinating thing they'd ever experienced. No sympathy, no disgust. Just... fascination. So I guess that's why I- I didn't really trust your brother at first. Sorry if that bothered you, but uh...yea."

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Drista stared at him, something sick swirling around in her stomach. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted to curl up and hide, she- she wanted her big brother. She wanted to hide and bury herself against him so that he'll protect her. He would make it alright tell her that this was all a lie? That no one, much less his species was capable of something so horrific. So- so twisted. But- but that wasn't true was it.

She remembered that night, a few years ago, before she'd met Sapnap and George officially when she'd snuck onto the main ship to look for her brother. She remembered hearing the sound of ragged sobbing from her brother's room, she remembered looking through the cracked open door, and seeing the big flaming alien carefully holding her brother close as he wailed into the night. Her brother had been begging Sapnap to let him do it, to let him cut off his own horns. His hands had been covered with familiar black blood, his talons cut down to the tips of his fingers, and a bone cutter tossed aside next to the mirror. One horn bore the marks of the cruel tool, half shattered from Dream's frantic sawing.

Sapnap had just held him, rocking him back and forth telling him that it was ok. That he wasn't like them, that they couldn't find them, that they couldn't hurt him anymore. Promising that his cousin couldn't find them, that Sapnap wouldn't let him hurt anyone, that Sapnap would keep him safe from the others. That he would keep him safe from himself. She'd slipped back to the ship that night, desperately scared and confused. Wondering what could be so horrific about Dream's cousin that would make her brother do something like that.

Now she had her answer and that same sick hopelessness she had felt that night was back in full force. Distantly she was aware that Tommy was staring at her. Clearly waiting for a response. Distantly she was aware she should give him one. But all she could think about as she stared about the blonde boy, was what his body must look like under that thin raggedy shirt.

The horrors that must cross his skin, wounds given to him by monsters who looked exactly like her brother. So she did the only thing that made sense at that moment. She tossed her arms around the human boy, her body shaking at the horrors from her own pain, her brothers, and Tommy's. How cruel the universe had been to the three of them. Heck, how cruel the universe must have been to all the people on both crews. No wonder Wilbur and the others had been so skeptical of her brother at first, no wonder Tommy still seemed wary, no wonder her brother flinched whenever someone looked curiously at him for too long.

She hugged Tommy and she let herself shake, she let him shake in her arms as well. The two of them trembling against each other from the weight of their memories, and after a long agonizing moment, she could feel her tension draining away. She hated what had been done to them, all of them, but as she sat here with another human wrapped in her arms, with a cat purring between them, and a brother she knew would die for her if she asked him to just a room over she couldn't help but be grateful. Grateful for the pure love she felt for all of them, even this strange new boy from the stars had found a place in her heart. Something she couldn't bring herself to regret. The stars had taken so much from all of them, but it had also given her a family, and for now, all she could feel was gratitude....

Then Tommy whispered in her ear, his tone much lighter than before.

"Well someone's clingy."

Drista flushed, and mentally took back everything nice she'd just said about him, he was awful, truly. Despicable even. Then Tommy poked her side and she shrieked at the ticklish feeling it caused. Jumping back and thoroughly enraged she glared at him before beginning to pull herself up into a lunging position.

"Oh you are going down tea boy! Just like the Boston tea party!"

With an impish grin Tommy leapt to his own feet and began to run, laughing as he went.

"Only if you can catch me, but I've heard American's aren't too good at running so we'll just have to see won't we!"

With a shriek of unholy rage Drista launched herself after him, his unholy cackles spurring her forward. Oh he was soooo dead!

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Philza's POV (Italics: alien, Normal: English)

Hearing two shrieks from across the ship should probably have filled them with panic buuut it didn't- well not too much anyways. Because it was the sound of two very familiar, and chaotic humans. Philza had been in the middle of enjoying a seed snack when the shrieks of... what he hopes is laughter began to echo throughout the ship.

"Please tell me it's normal for humans to be shrieking?"

Dream lifts a hand in a gesture of nonchalance before faltering, his hand slowly lowering as he really thought about it.

"I mean... maybe? I've only heard Drista shriek like that when we'd play and I'd pick her up or tickle her.. What about Tommy?"

As they talk they all get up and follow Dream, down the halls of Dream's ship and towards the ship's greenhouse. Philzas talons clinking on the floor as he worries a little. Has Tommy shrieked like that before? They haven't known the boy long but as far as he can recall he doesn't think so. He's loud for sure but he hasn't shrieked like that before.

"Not that I can recall, Tubbo?"

"When I tickled him he sorta shrieked, could they be tickling each other?"

The image was hard to imagine. The humans seemed friendly with each other but not buddy buddies. Maybe by human social standards they were best friends already. It's somewhat hard to tell when both are clearly traumatized and are young so not a lot of knowledge can be gathered from them alone.

Making it to the greenhouse Dream opens the door, the low humidity and fresh air breezed between his feathers, catching easily. Philza didn't even get the chance to enjoy the room before spotting the two humans chasing each other.

He normally wouldn't be concerned. That seemed normal and healthy hatchling behavior, clearly it meant they were bonding right? No, what his concern was, was the fact they were CLIMBING ON THE TREE! WHILE CHASING EACH OTHER!

Dream immediately goes to the tree, his hands out and ready to catch either human if they fall. Techno joined him, his legs bent and ready to hop on the tree and wrestle the hatchlings himself.

"What are you doing!? you're going to fall and break something!"

"Relax! This isn't even that high up! The grass is soft too so it's not like we'd get a concussion"

Tommy said something very matter of factly before barely missing Drista when he lunged for her, earning a shriek as she climbed higher, her hair stuffed in her hoodie to avoid getting it caught in the branches. Oh stars he can feel his feathers turning gray. Oh how he wished he could understand his hatchling, and that his hatchling could understand him, still the other little one would understand him, so he could try that way. Her name was Drista right?!

"Careful! Why are you climbing!? Drista get down here- you too Tommy!"

Dream tries to reach up, his height assisting him on easily reaching past some of the lower branches. Philza holds back a snort when he sees the shift in both humans eyes as they turn the game from 'chasing each other' to 'avoid the tall white alien' and they climb higher- wait no that's bad! HOW ARE THEY KEEPING THEIR BALANCE THEY HAVE NO TAILS!

"Get down here right now you Monkeys! I'm not surprised your scientists would visually assume you descended from Monkeys! LOOK AT YOU!"

Tommy scoffs, smirking down at Dream as he leans against a branch, glancing at Drista.

"He's jealous he can't climb trees"

"I'm about to tear this tree down is what I'll do!"

Tubbo was watching the humans excitedly and spotted Patches climbing up the tree before deciding to fly up with his nearly repaired wings. He flew alongside both humans, both of them eyeing him, clearly wondering if he's gonna force them down. Philza shouldn't have felt hope, Tubbo just sat on the branch next to Tommy, looking down at them all with a delighted expression.

"Tubbo for the love of your Queen, can you get them down?"

Wilbur pleads but it falls on deaf ears.

"No- even if I wanted to, how in the Stars do you think I'd even go about doing that??? They are literally 3 times my height! I'm strong but unless you want me to sting them they aren't coming down any time soon bossman!"

Both crews stare up at the humans, Sapnap waiting in the hall. He didn't want to risk the room going up in flames. Techno stares balefully up at the hatchling humans before turning around, walking with his back towards them and grabbing Ranboo by the scruff of his neck.

"Ranboo, I'm gonna need you to do us a favor"

"Oh no please don't"

"Think of it as a test"

"I'd really rather not-"

"A test to see if you're able to snag a pair of humans... and a Capra... maybe even the feline if you feel lucky"

"I'm not coming out of this unscathed, I can feel the trauma already"

"That's the spirit, you're ready"

Techno carries Ranboo to the base of the tree and Phil gets the privilege of watching the moment the two human hatchlings and Capra stare down at Ranboo with challenging looks and the Enderian returns the look, his tail swishing excitedly.

Tommy scoffs playfully, smiling brightly at Drista.

"Boo's gonna chase us? He's not gonna be able to grab us without tripping over his own tai- AHHHHHH!!!!"

Neither humans were expecting Ranboo to teleport on the branches with them.

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After that whole scuffle with the humans they seemed in higher spirits. Interacting with each other way more than they used to. Tommy somewhat returned to being loud and active, talking a mile a minute at them and Drista half heartedly translating, giving him a deadpan when he spoke too fast for her to translate.

There was a moment again when Tommy had clearly tried to have Dream or Drista translate something to Tubbo- the nickname Tubbo would use. 'Mommy'. It seemed he was trying to tell him what it meant but neither translators were willing- or well Drista wasn't willing and she was clearly bullying her brother into not saying anything.

Those two are one heck of a pair. Really shows how social humans are if they clicked with each other so well once they got over their own speed bumps they seemed to have against each other.

Philza felt at ease now, piloting the ship that now pulled along extra weight. Luckily it didn't affect their flight, maybe making him use more energy to keep their course the same but gravity is hardly affected in the void of space unless they are near a planet or sun. By the luck of fate and stars there was only one planet near them now.

He logs in a couple of coordinates and alters the expected landing weight a tad in order to safely land both ships. He doesn't need to see the radar or any of the consoles to know they were nearing their destination, spotting the planet in front of him.

He can feel the feathers on his wings puffing up excitedly, they are so close to getting a translator for Tommy, a way to talk back and forth. A way for him to talk to his hatchling, he can't deny that he already sees the human as one of his own, the crew loves him, his wife loves him even. It just makes sense to accept him as part of the crew, like there's no other option.

He smothers a coo before swallowing and opening the comms to the rest of the ship, linking it with Dreams ship as well.

"Lovely passengers, I'd like to happily inform you all that we are now nearing Jub'line. Destination time approximately 1 hour"

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Bonus:

Tubbo's POV

The tussle up in the branches of that tree in the greenhouse had been really fun, but Tubbo was glad to finally be able to get back to his food. Between all the tension, and chaos from earlier today, he hadn't really given the fluffy round disks that Wilbur had been so obsessed with a try.

As he sat down and poked at the stack, the humans and Ranboo chatting in the background, he noticed something he hadn't before. He furrowed his eye ridges at the golden sticky substance coating the Paaaaaaaaaaancakes. It seemed oddly familiar.

Cutting a hesitant bite and sticking it in his mouth his eyes went wide, before he whirled and began to screech at Drista.

"What is this stuff that you put on the paaaaancakes!?!"

Drista eyed him oddly,

"First of all its Pancakes, not paaaaaaaaaaaancakes, second uhhhh, I'm not sure? Its a lot like the syrup we have on earth, Dream said he bought it from a plant based planet a few months back, uh Her'xa I think it's called?"

Tubbo wasn't sure if he should feel incredibly nostalgic or very very offended.

"That's my homeworld, and my people uhhh make this stuff-"

He trailed off, and thought about the process his kind went about making this before wincing. A lot of species considered sharing food made that way rather intimate and he wasn't sure how he felt about this.

When he explained it to Drista though her whole face scrunched up, before she rapidly poked Tommy and they both started gagging.

"Grosssss it's like we kissed you, or baby bird styled our foooood! GROSS GROSS GROSSSS!!!!!"

He was Amused Tubbo decided, as he cackled at their suffering, even Ranboo looked a tad ill. Yes this was highly amusing....

"Isn't this how your 'Bees' back on earth also do it? You said so yourself when you described it, it's how i got the idea to use this as replacement"

"DREAM THIS IS DIFFERENT! TUBBO IS A WALKING, TALKING, FLYING, SENTIENT PERSON! I'M BASICALLY EATING HIS PEOPLE'S THROW UP!"

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Cyber Geist: Hey y'all so we aint dead (mostly anyway) So here is our latest chapter! For those of you who were worried we were gonna bail.... As long as I'm around End won't bail, and as long as End's around I won't bail. Simple as that. We've come too far to stop now. So just as a heads up the next two chapters or so are very plot intensive so that's why we've been taking so long to update.

We are trying to foreshadow and make this story flow as smoothly as possible so please be PATIENT! This chapter is about 26 pages in arial size 11 font...it's a lotta words aight! Our chapters can range from this long to thirty or fourty pages each, it's a lot of typing not considering our three read throughs/edits system. So I PROMISE we aren't abandoning this please stop pestering me and End. Anyways hope you enjoyed it and please put down who you think we are gonna meet at Jubi'linee next chapter, cause this is your final chance to guess! HAHAHAHAaaaaa

Ender: Everything she said! I've come too far to give up. If i didn't have Cyber i probably would have ended up with another incomplete story to my name. BUT WE ARE SO CLOSE WOOO I'M SO EXCITED!

Cyber: Also here is our official cannon height chart for like the four people who asked me. Have fun!

Height Chart
Ranboo: eight and a half feet
Dream: Seven and a half feet (Defense mode is nine and a half feet tall)
Sapnap: Seven foot five (on average not including lava or flame morphs)
Techno: Seven foot four (with ears)
[Redacted]: Seven feet (not including tail length)
Mumza: Six five (usually)
Tommy: Six foot one
Wilbur: Six foot
[Redacted]: Five ten (barring morph mode)
[Redacted]: Five Five (usually depends on current form)
George: Five three
Drista: Five two
Philza: Five two
[Redacted]: Five one
[Redacted]: Five foot (usually depends on form and also when he gets older he will be taller)
Quackity: Four and a half feet (hah short bean)
Tubbo: Three Feet tall (Feral beast with too much fury to contain in his small form)