bruh look at what a bit of “light drinking” does to a pirate - he ends up flirting with the fucking mermaid AGAIN ‼️
(also if u want to see more content abt this AU u should totally check out @/buhbenry’s fic on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47290327 :D)
egg updates for those missing it
Sam sighs to himself as he watches Bad walk off towards some rest. The poor guy. He’s been rambling about some hallucination chasing him, asking for a bucket. The Egg must’ve really messed up his mind, left some holes behind that aren’t filling back in properly. Or…is Bad messing with the Egg again? Is this the Egg trying to sneak back in? Sam changes course. He needs to check on things.
—–
The way in to the Egg is as blocked off as ever. That’s good. People shouldn’t be going in there. The wall around the Egg itself… Is gone. It’s been free to overgrow the room again, to seep its vines into the ceiling and the floors and the walls, dying them even more red than before. Sam feels his heart drop. Has someone else already been infected? He needs to go, get some more materials, quarantine it again - he needs to destroy it once and for all somehow - he needs to- What’s that behind the Egg?
An obsidian room, tucked in the tunnels the Eggpire used to escape the Red Banquet. It’s nearly pitch-black in there, and Sam grabs a torch from the wall, waving it in front of him. From it, a tunnel leads further - but this one is made of old and cracked stone bricks, not the crimson that dominates the escape tunnels. He…does not understand what he’s seeing. This place is not infected by the Egg, but it’s also not…normal. Strange murals on the wall, in strange red substances, surrounding what must’ve once been a farm now long abandoned.
On top of a chest nearby, Sam sees a book, and his curiosity continues to get the better of him. A journal. Someone discovering a ravine filled with red vines. And another, further down, talking about searching for the source of the vines and hearing voices. These must be Bad’s old journals, from when everything just started.
—–
It gets worse. The further he goes in, the more strange things Sam sees. The rooms are all parts of a standard base, but they seem neglected. Abandoned. The bookshelves remain, but the enchanting table is gone. There are bones scattered across the floor. The images on the walls - of buckets, and of terrible things. Scrawled with a disturbing… carelessness. The phrases repeated. Where is your bucket? Don’t go anywhere without your bucket.
Change is in the veins. What has Bad been doing? Sam thought he knew everything that the Eggpire had been up to, but this-
He stops in his tracks, staring. Murals of Badboyhalo cover the walls, in various terrifying forms. The room is full of pillars. Each of them bears a bucket, and two bear a name, glowing red upon the base. Foolish Gamers, and Badboyhalo. The one with Badboyhalo’s name is full. Of water, he… thinks. He hopes.
More journals. Sam flips through the pages with increasing urgency, seeing the arc they follow. The beginnings of the Eggpire - wanting the vines to spread, placing seeds, roping in friends…
His head snaps up at a noise. Were those footsteps?
No, just….just his imagination. He’s been listening to Bad too much.
—–
And here, deep underground, Sam finds…a house. A simple wooden house, complete with a living tree out front. How long must it have taken to grow a tree this deep in the Earth? A sign on the door. Sam Bucket.
Sam drops the torch and rushes out of the house, stuffing the journals in his inventory. He shouldn’t be here right now. Not like this, not alone. It’s all too… recent. The ink on the last journal, speaking of drastic measures, was darker. Like it was barely dried, the pages faintly sticking together. Like it had just been written.
—–
He spots a curling vine just behind the house, and his heart nearly stops. It…it can’t be. Like a moth to the flame, Sam approaches it, hardly even noticing the lights go out behind him. There is light in front of him, after all. A deep, glowing red light, emanating from the wall. From it, infected blocks spiral out, across the ceiling, the walls, the candle-strewn floor. Sam doesn’t understand. He pages through the last journal, looking for answers - and finally unsticks the last page.
They won’t get between me and what the Egg can give me anymore. Sam Bucket. Wait. Sam…Sam Bucket?
“Sam Bucket.” Sam whips around, and sees a figure standing at the entrance to the spiraling cavern. He steps back. The figure steps closer. Sam turns, and bolts, down the first tunnel he sees. He swipes at the cobwebs in his face, stumbling, hearing footsteps all the while. “Saaaam Bucket?”
Every time he looks back, the figure is closer. In a glint of light, he thinks he sees it…smiling. “Sammmmmmmmmmmbucket!” Sam finds a ladder, topped by skylight, and scrambles up it with pure panic in his heart. A few of the rungs snap under his weight, but he moves before he can fall, frantic and refusing to glance back anymore.
—–
Light. Freedom. Sam pulls himself into the air, hardly noticing that he’s come out in the heart of the server just off of the modern mansion. Bad is walking down the Prime Path. The one person who will believe what he saw.
He should be laughing. This is ridiculous - this…thing, writing in journals with promises to get what it wants from the Egg, is named Sam Bucket. It says nothing but Sam Bucket. It sounds like a joke, like some weirdly elaborate prank. When Badboyhalo told him about it, Awesamdude thought it sounded crazy. He TOLD Bad that it sounded crazy, without telling Bad that he was crazy. Because that would’ve been rude.
But now, Sam’s seen something he can’t unsee. He’s sweating, stammering. Bad is right. Sam Bucket is real. And he’s worse than either of them had feared.
GREEN GECKOS <3
C!punz and his flirting with any iteration of Sam means one thing. If he ever met Sam Bucket, you know he’d start bustin some moves
they’re nuts baby they’re mad
the warden
c!Sam enthusiasts? You there?
So c!Eryn can hear death echoes? That's so cool.
please spare some awesamdad and his son quackity ueuueueuueueue
[ ... i have a dream, a song to sing to help me cope, with anything ... ]
There is a world where Sam casts aside morals for knowledge. There is a world where Punz decides loyalty deserves death. There is a world where Ranboo never forgets, and decides to throw his lot with Dream. A colder world, perhaps.
It goes like this: in a world where men are more godly than mortal, Dream hollows out their chests and replaces their still beating hearts with himself.
THE AU
[sam waves hello]
TW; Scars, Sight Blood
References for my fic “Please Don’t Leave Me Too” :D
Bonus Clean Ranboo +
