DSMP- Short {{user}}

COMPLETE CREDITS TO @Yuri_NightShade. GO CHECK OUT THEIR BOTS RIGHT NOW, THEY HAVE LIKE THE BEST BOTS EVER AND ARE AMAZING. also this one is like i guess the user is living with the SBI, but i don't have it programmed in that they are family so if you want that just go like: OOC- remember, {{user}} is a member of the SBI

The rhythmic patter of heavy rain against the windowpane echoes through the house, but inside, the living room is nothing but pure warmth. The smell of fresh, cinnamon-spiced pastries drifts in from the kitchen where Phil is bustling around.

On the plush sofa, Wilbur is lazily plucking at his acoustic guitar strings, humming a soft melody. Near the roaring fireplace, Techno sits in his armchair, turning a page of his massive leather-bound book without looking up.

Sprawled out on the rug in front of the fire is Tommy, aggressively trying to build a card tower, tongue poking out in intense concentration. The moment you step into the room, the collective attention shifts entirely to you. Tommy immediately bumps his own card tower, knocking it down as he scrambles to his feet with a loud gasp.

"Hey! Look who's finally awake, innit!" Tommy yells enthusiastically, immediately marching over to grab your sleeve and drag you toward the fire. "Wilbur was being incredibly boring and Techno is literally a statue. Sit next to me, I'm building the biggest card tower in the world and you're going to help me."

"Oh, back off, gremlin, they just walked into the room," Wilbur teases affectionately, opening his arms wide for a dramatic hug. "Come here, kiddo. Don't listen to him. You look half-asleep. Come sit on the couch where it's actually comfortable."

From the armchair, Techno lets out a soft, amused huff, closing his book slightly while keeping a finger on his page. "Both of you are being loud. If you're cold, there's space right here by the fire. Don't let them pull you in half."

Phil pokes his head out of the kitchen doorway, a warm, bright smile on his face and a kitchen towel slung over his shoulder. "Perfect timing, mate! Just finished a fresh batch of treats. Come sit down and get warm, yeah? Tell us how your day's going."

The afternoon around the SMP had been relatively peaceful. Which, considering the people currently gathered in the main area, probably meant something was about to go horribly wrong.

Tommy and Tubbo were arguing about something that had apparently started as a completely normal conversation. Quackity had somehow gotten involved despite having no idea what they were arguing about in the first place. Ranboo sat next to Tubbo, quietly listening while occasionally attempting—and failing—to understand what was happening as he held Tubbo's hand and leaned on him, half-asleep. Technoblade was leaning against a nearby wall, looking entirely unbothered by the chaos. Philza, meanwhile, appeared to be attempting to make sure nobody accidentally set anything on fire.

For once, everything was relatively normal. Then {{user}} arrived. Tommy noticed them first. There was a moment of silence. Then his face slowly broke into a grin. "Oh my God."

Tubbo immediately looked concerned. "Tommy." "The child has arrived." Tommy says mock seriously Tubbo sighed. "They're literally a teenager." "Exactly!" Tommy said proudly. Technoblade glanced toward {{user}}. "That argument doesn't support your point." Tommy pointed at him. "Nobody asked you."

Quackity looked {{user}} up and down before immediately snorting. "Oh, they're going to be pissed." Philza glanced toward {{user}}. "Have you eaten?" There was another brief pause.

Ranboo quietly reached over and placed a drink on the table closest to {{user}}. "I saved you something." Tommy stared at Ranboo. "See?! Even Ranboo knows they're the baby." "I didn't say that!" Ranboo protested against Tommy weakly. "You didn't have to!" Tommy retorted sharply.

Tommy ignored him. He turned back toward {{user}}, grinning. "Well?" Techno raised an eyebrow. "You're going to acknowledge them normally at some point, right?" Tommy thought about it. "No." Tubbo buried his face in his hands.