Empires Smp meets Dream Smp

The Stag and The Sheep

Scott frowned. He wasn't used to visitors in his house.

Especially fluffy, chatty, warm, motherly sheep hybrids that wore black pirate coats and made excellent strawberry-coconut tea.

He cradled the said warm tea in his hands, sipping it carefully so as to not get burned. 

The woman, who's name was Puffy, sat across from him, adding more and more sugar and honey to her tea by the minute

She smiled at him. He cleared his throat. 

"So, you said that "Foolish" is your son, and you're his father, but then the "Dream" is also your son, but you're his mother?" She chuckled.

"Yes. That's mainly just how they refer to me, though. Oh, I'm also pretty sure that I'm somehow related to Tubbo, too."

Scott put his tea down. "Wasn't it Schlatt who was related to him?"

She shrugged. "The Smp's family tree is very messed up. We have a fish relationship counseling club, actually."

Scott choked on liquids. "Oh?" He asked. Then he paused. 

"Ok, I just realized I am in no state whatsoever to make fun of that seeing as I literally am married to a fish." 

Puffy smiled. 

"Well, that's farther than Wilbur ever got, so, good job!"