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... A c!Punz rp blog for a specific universe. Primarily interacting with dr3am-th3-g0d All asks come in blue text. Sign off pending
OOC: Hey I'm Sacha. I use any pronouns. I am an adult in my mid-late 20s, and I very transparently wont be shipping on this blog. And I wont be posting any shipping related content on here either. Follows from punzooo, but this is a more minor safe blog than that one.
Punz headcanons below the cut
"Your alive self and Ranboo are going to purchase my old server. And if worst comes to worst we have enough netherite to make armor and fight."
Purpled said bluntly.
"How could my alive self purchase something if he's dead?"
The ghost already knew the answer. It knew that when it's alive self was revived, it would be forced back to limbo. It just wanted the other two to be uncomfortable.
"We're going to bring him back."
The words roll off of Punz's back. This was always going to be an asshole move. She's used to being an asshole.
"I'm not sorry, but if I find a way both of you can be here at the same time, you'll be back."
“You won’t be alone at least I think. I don’t know. Never been to limbo.”
"You're probably the only people who would want alive me alive again."
"Really? What kind of shit did you get up to, man?"
Punz starts to walk in the direction of Dream's house. No time to waste now that all three of them are here.
Wilbur paced through the dark halls of her limbo. He knew what he had to do. It worked the first time, maybe it’ll work again?
She shouted into the void, hoping to hear a voice return his call.
( @presidentsoot )
The ghost snaps back to reality. Hands covered in drying paint from the project he'd gotten lost working on. Who was calling? Wilbur? It sounds like Wilbur, but why would she want them?
"Yeah?" They call back, and wander in the direction of the other's voice. They stop when she comes into sight.
“Oh my gods- Punz, hello! I was worried you were gone. -..I’m not sure why.”
She approached Punz.
“I wanted to apologize for how I acted last time we spoke.”
He points up to the... He decides not to think too hard about what's above him. He's pretty sure it's not a ceiling and he's stopped trying to paint so high up on the walls.
"I'm not going anywhere unless they do."
It's meant to be reassurance, but comes out far too flat and matter-of-fact. Which only continues when Wilbur apologies. They tilt their head at the very least. One ear raising in confusion.
"I barely remember. Can you remind me what happened?"
Wilbur paused. “Oh.” He should be honest, that’s a step in the right direction, right?
“You were trying to help me, and I pushed you away.” She explained, hoping he wouldn’t have to go into detail about why she needed help in the first place.
They blink in silence for a moment. For some reason, they hadn't expected the honesty. Why they wouldn't isn't too prevalent on their mind. They certainly don't want to speak as freely as last time, though. "I mean, that happens."
That's not what she wants to hear. That's not the response to an apology. They rifle through the cabinet in their brain. One of their fingers spin idly. "Thank you," they settle on.
Wilbur attempts a smile.
“I just- I want you to know, I appreciate it, yeah? I’m not good with this sort of thing, so what you said back then.. it meant a lot to me. Even if you don’t remember it, I do.”
"I said something... about your mom? I think. She's like the goddess of death, right?" The more he thinks about it the more clear it starts to become. "Was it that that meant a lot to you?"
"Are you feeling better?"
Wilbur blinked hard, trying to keep back the red haze threatening to creep over his vision, her smile becoming more strained as he tried not to focus on the voice speaking to her. He took a deep breath, then continued.
“..It was more of the whole conversation as a whole. I have a bad reputation on this server, and I can recognize I’m.. a really easy person to hate. So I really appreciated that you took the time to listen to me, even after what I’ve done. To you, to everyone else.”
"Everyone deserves someone to hear them out," he admits. "I don't care what you did to anyone else and what you did to me? It's water under the bridge. I gave you like, a lot of reasons to get upset with me."
Killing dream was less forgivable, but as far as the ghost was concerned? That could be handled later.
"You're a very rare type of person, you know that? -I hardly meet people with half the amount of understanding that you have. That's a valuable trait, and I know I've said it before, but I really do want you to know. Even if you don't think it, you're a good person. Truly."
Wilbur paused for a moment.
“I’d like to be your friend. -If you’d have me.”
The ghost looks the other up and down. Mostly, an attempt to determine if she's serious or not. A good person? Good was hardly a word he'd use for himself.
"If you say so." He pauses. "I'm not going to stop being friends with Dream. So make sure you're fine with that before you ask."
“Just don’t hurt Tommy and we’ll be fine.” Wilbur reassured. “Is that a yes-?”
The ghost looks left, then right. "If it's really that easy..." he takes a deep, shuddering breath. A puff of steam leaves his mouth with each word. "Sure. We're friends."
Wilbur tilted his head slightly.
“Are you cold, Punz?”
"Yeah. But I am no matter where I am. So it doesn't matter. It's just worse sometimes," she explains. It was always cold. She grew up in snow. It was so cold that the sun would disappear to go warm up. "I'm dead, so warmth isn't an option."
Wilbur paced through the dark halls of her limbo. He knew what he had to do. It worked the first time, maybe it’ll work again?
She shouted into the void, hoping to hear a voice return his call.
( @presidentsoot )
The ghost snaps back to reality. Hands covered in drying paint from the project he'd gotten lost working on. Who was calling? Wilbur? It sounds like Wilbur, but why would she want them?
"Yeah?" They call back, and wander in the direction of the other's voice. They stop when she comes into sight.
“Oh my gods- Punz, hello! I was worried you were gone. -..I’m not sure why.”
She approached Punz.
“I wanted to apologize for how I acted last time we spoke.”
He points up to the... He decides not to think too hard about what's above him. He's pretty sure it's not a ceiling and he's stopped trying to paint so high up on the walls.
"I'm not going anywhere unless they do."
It's meant to be reassurance, but comes out far too flat and matter-of-fact. Which only continues when Wilbur apologies. They tilt their head at the very least. One ear raising in confusion.
"I barely remember. Can you remind me what happened?"
Wilbur paused. “Oh.” He should be honest, that’s a step in the right direction, right?
“You were trying to help me, and I pushed you away.” She explained, hoping he wouldn’t have to go into detail about why she needed help in the first place.
They blink in silence for a moment. For some reason, they hadn't expected the honesty. Why they wouldn't isn't too prevalent on their mind. They certainly don't want to speak as freely as last time, though. "I mean, that happens."
That's not what she wants to hear. That's not the response to an apology. They rifle through the cabinet in their brain. One of their fingers spin idly. "Thank you," they settle on.
Wilbur attempts a smile.
“I just- I want you to know, I appreciate it, yeah? I’m not good with this sort of thing, so what you said back then.. it meant a lot to me. Even if you don’t remember it, I do.”
"I said something... about your mom? I think. She's like the goddess of death, right?" The more he thinks about it the more clear it starts to become. "Was it that that meant a lot to you?"
"Are you feeling better?"
Wilbur blinked hard, trying to keep back the red haze threatening to creep over his vision, her smile becoming more strained as he tried not to focus on the voice speaking to her. He took a deep breath, then continued.
“..It was more of the whole conversation as a whole. I have a bad reputation on this server, and I can recognize I’m.. a really easy person to hate. So I really appreciated that you took the time to listen to me, even after what I’ve done. To you, to everyone else.”
"Everyone deserves someone to hear them out," he admits. "I don't care what you did to anyone else and what you did to me? It's water under the bridge. I gave you like, a lot of reasons to get upset with me."
Killing dream was less forgivable, but as far as the ghost was concerned? That could be handled later.
"You're a very rare type of person, you know that? -I hardly meet people with half the amount of understanding that you have. That's a valuable trait, and I know I've said it before, but I really do want you to know. Even if you don't think it, you're a good person. Truly."
Wilbur paused for a moment.
“I’d like to be your friend. -If you’d have me.”
The ghost looks the other up and down. Mostly, an attempt to determine if she's serious or not. A good person? Good was hardly a word he'd use for himself.
"If you say so." He pauses. "I'm not going to stop being friends with Dream. So make sure you're fine with that before you ask."
“Just don’t hurt Tommy and we’ll be fine.” Wilbur reassured. “Is that a yes-?”
The ghost looks left, then right. "If it's really that easy..." he takes a deep, shuddering breath. A puff of steam leaves his mouth with each word. "Sure. We're friends."
Wilbur paced through the dark halls of her limbo. He knew what he had to do. It worked the first time, maybe it’ll work again?
She shouted into the void, hoping to hear a voice return his call.
( @presidentsoot )
The ghost snaps back to reality. Hands covered in drying paint from the project he'd gotten lost working on. Who was calling? Wilbur? It sounds like Wilbur, but why would she want them?
"Yeah?" They call back, and wander in the direction of the other's voice. They stop when she comes into sight.
“Oh my gods- Punz, hello! I was worried you were gone. -..I’m not sure why.”
She approached Punz.
“I wanted to apologize for how I acted last time we spoke.”
He points up to the... He decides not to think too hard about what's above him. He's pretty sure it's not a ceiling and he's stopped trying to paint so high up on the walls.
"I'm not going anywhere unless they do."
It's meant to be reassurance, but comes out far too flat and matter-of-fact. Which only continues when Wilbur apologies. They tilt their head at the very least. One ear raising in confusion.
"I barely remember. Can you remind me what happened?"
Wilbur paused. “Oh.” He should be honest, that’s a step in the right direction, right?
“You were trying to help me, and I pushed you away.” She explained, hoping he wouldn’t have to go into detail about why she needed help in the first place.
They blink in silence for a moment. For some reason, they hadn't expected the honesty. Why they wouldn't isn't too prevalent on their mind. They certainly don't want to speak as freely as last time, though. "I mean, that happens."
That's not what she wants to hear. That's not the response to an apology. They rifle through the cabinet in their brain. One of their fingers spin idly. "Thank you," they settle on.
Wilbur attempts a smile.
“I just- I want you to know, I appreciate it, yeah? I’m not good with this sort of thing, so what you said back then.. it meant a lot to me. Even if you don’t remember it, I do.”
"I said something... about your mom? I think. She's like the goddess of death, right?" The more he thinks about it the more clear it starts to become. "Was it that that meant a lot to you?"
"Are you feeling better?"
Wilbur blinked hard, trying to keep back the red haze threatening to creep over his vision, her smile becoming more strained as he tried not to focus on the voice speaking to her. He took a deep breath, then continued.
“..It was more of the whole conversation as a whole. I have a bad reputation on this server, and I can recognize I’m.. a really easy person to hate. So I really appreciated that you took the time to listen to me, even after what I’ve done. To you, to everyone else.”
"Everyone deserves someone to hear them out," he admits. "I don't care what you did to anyone else and what you did to me? It's water under the bridge. I gave you like, a lot of reasons to get upset with me."
Killing dream was less forgivable, but as far as the ghost was concerned? That could be handled later.
"You're a very rare type of person, you know that? -I hardly meet people with half the amount of understanding that you have. That's a valuable trait, and I know I've said it before, but I really do want you to know. Even if you don't think it, you're a good person. Truly."
Wilbur paused for a moment.
“I’d like to be your friend. -If you’d have me.”
The ghost looks the other up and down. Mostly, an attempt to determine if she's serious or not. A good person? Good was hardly a word he'd use for himself.
"If you say so." He pauses. "I'm not going to stop being friends with Dream. So make sure you're fine with that before you ask."
"Your alive self and Ranboo are going to purchase my old server. And if worst comes to worst we have enough netherite to make armor and fight."
Purpled said bluntly.
"How could my alive self purchase something if he's dead?"
The ghost already knew the answer. It knew that when it's alive self was revived, it would be forced back to limbo. It just wanted the other two to be uncomfortable.
"We're going to bring him back."
The words roll off of Punz's back. This was always going to be an asshole move. She's used to being an asshole.
"I'm not sorry, but if I find a way both of you can be here at the same time, you'll be back."
Wilbur paced through the dark halls of her limbo. He knew what he had to do. It worked the first time, maybe it’ll work again?
She shouted into the void, hoping to hear a voice return his call.
( @presidentsoot )
The ghost snaps back to reality. Hands covered in drying paint from the project he'd gotten lost working on. Who was calling? Wilbur? It sounds like Wilbur, but why would she want them?
"Yeah?" They call back, and wander in the direction of the other's voice. They stop when she comes into sight.
“Oh my gods- Punz, hello! I was worried you were gone. -..I’m not sure why.”
She approached Punz.
“I wanted to apologize for how I acted last time we spoke.”
He points up to the... He decides not to think too hard about what's above him. He's pretty sure it's not a ceiling and he's stopped trying to paint so high up on the walls.
"I'm not going anywhere unless they do."
It's meant to be reassurance, but comes out far too flat and matter-of-fact. Which only continues when Wilbur apologies. They tilt their head at the very least. One ear raising in confusion.
"I barely remember. Can you remind me what happened?"
Wilbur paused. “Oh.” He should be honest, that’s a step in the right direction, right?
“You were trying to help me, and I pushed you away.” She explained, hoping he wouldn’t have to go into detail about why she needed help in the first place.
They blink in silence for a moment. For some reason, they hadn't expected the honesty. Why they wouldn't isn't too prevalent on their mind. They certainly don't want to speak as freely as last time, though. "I mean, that happens."
That's not what she wants to hear. That's not the response to an apology. They rifle through the cabinet in their brain. One of their fingers spin idly. "Thank you," they settle on.
Wilbur attempts a smile.
“I just- I want you to know, I appreciate it, yeah? I’m not good with this sort of thing, so what you said back then.. it meant a lot to me. Even if you don’t remember it, I do.”
"I said something... about your mom? I think. She's like the goddess of death, right?" The more he thinks about it the more clear it starts to become. "Was it that that meant a lot to you?"
"Are you feeling better?"
Wilbur blinked hard, trying to keep back the red haze threatening to creep over his vision, her smile becoming more strained as he tried not to focus on the voice speaking to her. He took a deep breath, then continued.
“..It was more of the whole conversation as a whole. I have a bad reputation on this server, and I can recognize I’m.. a really easy person to hate. So I really appreciated that you took the time to listen to me, even after what I’ve done. To you, to everyone else.”
"Everyone deserves someone to hear them out," he admits. "I don't care what you did to anyone else and what you did to me? It's water under the bridge. I gave you like, a lot of reasons to get upset with me."
Killing dream was less forgivable, but as far as the ghost was concerned? That could be handled later.
Wilbur paced through the dark halls of her limbo. He knew what he had to do. It worked the first time, maybe it’ll work again?
She shouted into the void, hoping to hear a voice return his call.
( @presidentsoot )
The ghost snaps back to reality. Hands covered in drying paint from the project he'd gotten lost working on. Who was calling? Wilbur? It sounds like Wilbur, but why would she want them?
"Yeah?" They call back, and wander in the direction of the other's voice. They stop when she comes into sight.
“Oh my gods- Punz, hello! I was worried you were gone. -..I’m not sure why.”
She approached Punz.
“I wanted to apologize for how I acted last time we spoke.”
He points up to the... He decides not to think too hard about what's above him. He's pretty sure it's not a ceiling and he's stopped trying to paint so high up on the walls.
"I'm not going anywhere unless they do."
It's meant to be reassurance, but comes out far too flat and matter-of-fact. Which only continues when Wilbur apologies. They tilt their head at the very least. One ear raising in confusion.
"I barely remember. Can you remind me what happened?"
Wilbur paused. “Oh.” He should be honest, that’s a step in the right direction, right?
“You were trying to help me, and I pushed you away.” She explained, hoping he wouldn’t have to go into detail about why she needed help in the first place.
They blink in silence for a moment. For some reason, they hadn't expected the honesty. Why they wouldn't isn't too prevalent on their mind. They certainly don't want to speak as freely as last time, though. "I mean, that happens."
That's not what she wants to hear. That's not the response to an apology. They rifle through the cabinet in their brain. One of their fingers spin idly. "Thank you," they settle on.
Wilbur attempts a smile.
“I just- I want you to know, I appreciate it, yeah? I’m not good with this sort of thing, so what you said back then.. it meant a lot to me. Even if you don’t remember it, I do.”
"I said something... about your mom? I think. She's like the goddess of death, right?" The more he thinks about it the more clear it starts to become. "Was it that that meant a lot to you?"
"Are you feeling better?"
Wilbur paced through the dark halls of her limbo. He knew what he had to do. It worked the first time, maybe it’ll work again?
She shouted into the void, hoping to hear a voice return his call.
( @presidentsoot )
The ghost snaps back to reality. Hands covered in drying paint from the project he'd gotten lost working on. Who was calling? Wilbur? It sounds like Wilbur, but why would she want them?
"Yeah?" They call back, and wander in the direction of the other's voice. They stop when she comes into sight.
“Oh my gods- Punz, hello! I was worried you were gone. -..I’m not sure why.”
She approached Punz.
“I wanted to apologize for how I acted last time we spoke.”
He points up to the... He decides not to think too hard about what's above him. He's pretty sure it's not a ceiling and he's stopped trying to paint so high up on the walls.
"I'm not going anywhere unless they do."
It's meant to be reassurance, but comes out far too flat and matter-of-fact. Which only continues when Wilbur apologies. They tilt their head at the very least. One ear raising in confusion.
"I barely remember. Can you remind me what happened?"
Wilbur paused. “Oh.” He should be honest, that’s a step in the right direction, right?
“You were trying to help me, and I pushed you away.” She explained, hoping he wouldn’t have to go into detail about why she needed help in the first place.
They blink in silence for a moment. For some reason, they hadn't expected the honesty. Why they wouldn't isn't too prevalent on their mind. They certainly don't want to speak as freely as last time, though. "I mean, that happens."
That's not what she wants to hear. That's not the response to an apology. They rifle through the cabinet in their brain. One of their fingers spin idly. "Thank you," they settle on.
Wilbur paced through the dark halls of her limbo. He knew what he had to do. It worked the first time, maybe it’ll work again?
She shouted into the void, hoping to hear a voice return his call.
( @presidentsoot )
The ghost snaps back to reality. Hands covered in drying paint from the project he'd gotten lost working on. Who was calling? Wilbur? It sounds like Wilbur, but why would she want them?
"Yeah?" They call back, and wander in the direction of the other's voice. They stop when she comes into sight.
“Oh my gods- Punz, hello! I was worried you were gone. -..I’m not sure why.”
She approached Punz.
“I wanted to apologize for how I acted last time we spoke.”
He points up to the... He decides not to think too hard about what's above him. He's pretty sure it's not a ceiling and he's stopped trying to paint so high up on the walls.
"I'm not going anywhere unless they do."
It's meant to be reassurance, but comes out far too flat and matter-of-fact. Which only continues when Wilbur apologies. They tilt their head at the very least. One ear raising in confusion.
"I barely remember. Can you remind me what happened?"
Wilbur paced through the dark halls of her limbo. He knew what he had to do. It worked the first time, maybe it’ll work again?
She shouted into the void, hoping to hear a voice return his call.
( @presidentsoot )
The ghost snaps back to reality. Hands covered in drying paint from the project he'd gotten lost working on. Who was calling? Wilbur? It sounds like Wilbur, but why would she want them?
"Yeah?" They call back, and wander in the direction of the other's voice. They stop when she comes into sight.
The ghost arrives at the bottom of the tower. It looks around for Punz.
Hello?
( @dr3am-th3-g0d ghost dream)
Punz jogs the rest of the way to the tower at the sight of the other. They stop just short to take in their appearance.
"Hey."
"What have you been up to?"
"Not at a lot. Dealing with a pretty weird situation, and a lot of kids in fugue states."
Purpled followed behind, mostly in thought. He glanced towards the ghost. Nodding quietly in its direction, hoping that the ghost wouldn’t acknowledge his wings.
"Everyone is doing alright then? Oh, you have wings now. Neat."
"For the most part, yeah. This whole thing is stupid and complicated but everyone's in one piece. How much do you know about what's going on?"
“Always had wings. I hate this just as much honestly…”
He sighed quietly before fidgeting with the sleeves of his hoodie tied around his waist.
"I know next to nothing about what's been going on. Why do you ask? What has been going on?"
"Because you might be a ghost, but you're still Dream and that means this is your server."
She explains it like it's obvious.
"So there's some people from outside the server who might try to get in and grab the hybrids, so we're planning on trying to handle them peacefully. Purpled knows a little more."
The ghost arrives at the bottom of the tower. It looks around for Punz.
Hello?
( @dr3am-th3-g0d ghost dream)
Punz jogs the rest of the way to the tower at the sight of the other. They stop just short to take in their appearance.
"Hey."
"What have you been up to?"
"Not at a lot. Dealing with a pretty weird situation, and a lot of kids in fugue states."
Purpled followed behind, mostly in thought. He glanced towards the ghost. Nodding quietly in its direction, hoping that the ghost wouldn’t acknowledge his wings.
"Everyone is doing alright then? Oh, you have wings now. Neat."
"For the most part, yeah. This whole thing is stupid and complicated but everyone's in one piece. How much do you know about what's going on?"
"It's not great. Ranboo is somehow high off a piece of the egg."
Punz sighs heavily.
"If I start acting funny drag me to the church and drown me if you have to."
"They're- What?! Ok- well.. I doubt that had anything to do with skeppy... But they were acting weird and or off before that. Even their particles came in asking if I liked Cherries at some point... I'd say read the messages between me and them but..."
He went quiet a bit.
"There's a secret I found out about them and because of what it is. I don't want to lose their trust. So I am gonna ask you don't read that chat. It's not something I think we all should know, in fact if word got out that I even knew I think both Ranboo and I would be in far more risk."
He took a deep breath in before actually registering what Punz said.
"I'll do that and the obsidian to block everything out. If I recall from working there for a bit that was one of the reasons..."
Punz nods.
"I wont read it."
They raise a hand to knock their hood down and scratch their head. No one would mind their ears being out for a while.
"Obsidian helps, but the church works quicker. If worse comes to worse take my pendant and throw it."
"I'd explain why but I think we've got someone to say hi to."
“Tell me about it later for sure.”
He sighed, just feeling the headache starting to grow, from the egg shit to his own problems. It all sucked.
“So, he should be around here right?”
"He should-"
Punz cuts herself off as she spots the ghost..
"I see him. Come on."
The ghost arrives at the bottom of the tower. It looks around for Punz.
Hello?
( @dr3am-th3-g0d ghost dream)
Punz jogs the rest of the way to the tower at the sight of the other. They stop just short to take in their appearance.
"Hey."
"What have you been up to?"
"Not at a lot. Dealing with a pretty weird situation, and a lot of kids in fugue states."
The ghost arrives at the bottom of the tower. It looks around for Punz.
Hello?
( @dr3am-th3-g0d ghost dream)
Punz jogs the rest of the way to the tower at the sight of the other. They stop just short to take in their appearance.
"Hey."
"It's not great. Ranboo is somehow high off a piece of the egg."
Punz sighs heavily.
"If I start acting funny drag me to the church and drown me if you have to."
"They're- What?! Ok- well.. I doubt that had anything to do with skeppy... But they were acting weird and or off before that. Even their particles came in asking if I liked Cherries at some point... I'd say read the messages between me and them but..."
He went quiet a bit.
"There's a secret I found out about them and because of what it is. I don't want to lose their trust. So I am gonna ask you don't read that chat. It's not something I think we all should know, in fact if word got out that I even knew I think both Ranboo and I would be in far more risk."
He took a deep breath in before actually registering what Punz said.
"I'll do that and the obsidian to block everything out. If I recall from working there for a bit that was one of the reasons..."
Punz nods.
"I wont read it."
They raise a hand to knock their hood down and scratch their head. No one would mind their ears being out for a while.
"Obsidian helps, but the church works quicker. If worse comes to worse take my pendant and throw it."
"I'd explain why but I think we've got someone to say hi to."
