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The sunlight greets when people wake, softly shaking you out of your calm trance of dreams and peace, Birds chirping and trees just outside the window, Encouraging you to get up.
Dream hates it.
He groans when he peeks from his covers, light hurting his eyes.
7:30am
Goddamnit.
Dream sits up, rubbing at his eyes, letting the fuzzy carpet ground him. He smashes a fist onto the stop button once it starts to get on his nerves, choosing to get up. finding a loose black tee and a hair tie, he puts them on and opens his door, walking down the stairs of his home. looking down, he saw his foster father on the couch, cradling a bottle of liquor in his arm. From the amount he went through, he should be out for a while.
Dream walked down the steps slowly, softly, and carefully. When getting to the bottom, and walking to the couch where his father laid, his pointer and middle finger went to the man's neck, feeling for a pulse.
The pumps he felt was good enough for Dream, especially because of the fact he didn't wake up when he felt his pulse. Dream walked back up the stairs, until he was In Front of his brother's room, knocking on his door.
"Wake up, you fucker." Came Dreams unused voice. clatters and bangs came from the room, until the door was open swiftly with a drowsy looking Tubbo, a head full of bed hair. The taller chucked and ruffled the hair in an attempt to make it better.
"I'm up."
"Sure you are. c'mon."
Going back downstairs with Tubbo following behind, He walked into the kitchen(and noticed how his brother cringed when they walked past the couch, a mess of beer bottles, some full, some half full.)
Opening the fridge, he got out the milk, while Tubbo reached for the cereal. Setting down the milk, Dream looks at his determined brother, and grabs the Honey-Nut Cheerios and puts them into his hand. Tubbo thanks him and Dream flicks his head in confirmation. They don't talk much during mornings where their father is passed out on the couch, just in case he wakes up. Tubbo opens the milk and pours it into his bowl, then using the spoon he collected to take a bite, then looking at Dream with a confused look.
tubbers
wtf haplen 2 mfilk
Read,7:34am
answrr mw gren bicb
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i gknn eat ur sandwitfh u mad fur yursel
thisboylikesgreen
Don't fucking bring my sandwich into thjs.
And you couldn't have the audacity to at least try to spell sandwich correctly?
tubbers
wat hapen mlk?
thisboylikesgreen
I pissed in it.
tubbers
whathapan milm?
thisboylikesgreen
my brother trying to spell What Happened To The Milk, but it just gets worse
tubbers
cat waotfro yum dre sabwchd
thisboylikesgreen
blackmailer.
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it froze and I defrosted it.
did tou think i put woter in it on purpose?
*You
*Water
tubbers
ys did
bc u evil lid tht.
als u dor defort milkdz u microae it
dmbass
Read,7:37am
The oiled pan popped when Dream rolled his eyes and opened the fridge, looking for the other batch of milk he got. when finding it, he slid it onto the table, smiling under his mask when seeing the smile on his brother's face. getting out the eggs, he put them on the table, reaching over Tubbos head as he got the salt and pepper. Dream grabbed a small bowl and cracked two eggs, getting a fork and whipping it, while poring the egg into the pan. It popped and made bubbles in the egg, which dream popped and watched as they went down.
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“Did you just fucking spit toothpaste on me?”
“That’s what you get for ruining the damn milk.”
“You little shit- ”
“Oh fuck!- ”
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Tubbo groaned as he rubbed his head, catching the paper bag Dream throwed at him.
“Stop whining, it doesn’t hurt that bad.” Dream rolled his eyes, washing his hands in the kitchen sink.
“Like you would know. You hit hard!” Dream scoffed, flicking water onto Tubbo.
“Go change, Dimwitt.”
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Looking through his closet, he took off his shirt and put on a tight black sleeveless turtleneck, with his green hoodie on top. He replaced his sweats with cargo pants, and made sure his mask was still on tight. Finding his combat boots in a pile of clothes on the floor, he slipped them on and headed downstairs.
Tubbo had put on a green button-up shirt, a bit oversized and not tucked, with black sweats. Jschlatts door was closed and he wasn't in the living room anymore, so he would probably be out of it for a while.
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"Tubbo, are you sure you have everything?"
"Ofcourse I do, I'm not dumb."
"Okay." Dream started up the car.
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"...I forgot my backpack."
"...This is exactly why you are always late, Goddamnit."
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"Stop seething , Dream. We aren't that late."
"It's 8:17am."
"Exactly. not that late."
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"Okay Tubbo, we're about to pull up. Check if you have everything. Water, lunch, pencils, phon-"
"I have what I need, dumbass. Stop worrying."
They pulled up to the school, Dream going into park when he turned to the backseat.
"What do we do when someone's being fucking stupid and annoying?"
"We make them stop bitchin’. I know this."
"Good. Just checking."
Dream messed up his hair, causing Tubbo to slap his hand away, a smile on his face.
"Have a good day, Tubbo."
"Right back at 'cha."
"Now get the fuck out my car."
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Dream sighed as he watched his brother walk over to two people, one blonde and the other, black and white. he did a handshake with the blonde and hugged the other one. He supposed he should ask for names at some point.
Pulling the handle into reverse, he drove away.
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D.S.M.P. was in big bold letters, a small store for guns and weapons. opening the door, the bell gingled, catching the attention of the check in lady, Miss Puffy.
"Hello! What can we do for ya?" The woman smiled, soft pink hair moving with the head movements.
"Smp, please." Miss Puffy smiled, pointing to the back.
"Right this way, Sir."
She walked him to the back, the words Staff Room on the black door.
Once the door closed fully, She said, "Welcome back, dream. what missions do they have for you this time?"
"I don't know yet Miss Puffy. probably another assassination."
Dream replied, putting his fingerprint onto the tall stand. He heard a chirp of approval when the top of the stand turned green, walking into the thick slowly opening doors.
"You're always so formal, Dream. Lighten up. it's Puffy to you."
She laughed, putting her thumb onto the tall stand once Dream took his off.
"Okay, Puffy. but either way, I wish they would let me do something, more interesting."
Dream pushed his mask down enough that only his left eye was showing and put his eye up to the door, letting the green line run other it.
"Assassinations seem intresting, Dream. try standing for hours a day, waiting for other members to come in. do you know how many times people have come up to me and asked me about shit i know nothing about?" That got a laugh out of Dream, moving to the side so puffy could scan her eye too.
"At this point it's the same old same old. suffocate this person while their sleeping, always wear gloves, all that stuff.'' The black door opened slowly, and puffy hummed to show she heard him.
"I'll see you later, Dream. I hope you get a more, exciting mission." Puffy waved Dream as the thick doors started to close again.
Making sure his mask was over his face, he walked into the door.
The smell of Coffee hits his nose like a brick, soft chatter from different areas.
"Dream." Turning around, he saw Sam, his green mask staring back.
"Mr. Sam."
"We have a new mission for you."
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Big man.
Big mannnnnnn.
"Tubbo!" Tommy whisper screamed, knocking Tubbo out of his trance.
"W-what happened?"
"Mrs.Burbare happened, Big T."
Looking in front of him, he saw his teacher's firm gaze, over glossed lips in a frown. She cleared her throat and used her ruler to tap on the chalkboard.
"That's three, Miss."
She seemed unsatisfied, but mumbled a ‘correct’ and continued with the lesson. Tommy looked at his friend again with a worried gaze, and was met with a smile.
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