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"Dream! I found something."
The voice was closer to you than you had excepted, causing you to bump yourself into the wall in a sort of startled manner. No, you weren't scared. To be honest, you were scared of what could come to you if they found a self-aware NPC such as yourself. Even though they seemed to be just here for wood or the resources that the deserted village had to offer, you couldn't find yourself facing them like that. It prompted pain to look out the window and find the figure hacking down one of the houses near you with a sort of purple glowing ax. You had no idea what it was, and you were entranced by the way it looked and glowed.
"Uh- Dream? There's an NPC here."
"What?"
You quickly halted, had your head been sticking out of the windowpane for too long that they had spotted you? Or rather they saw another of your kind in the community that had been living here as well? You didn't look around much, just taking shelter in where you found the closest house to be. That was on you, you thought, that you didn't leave at first sight and tried to find some food for your own. Were you going to get killed already? But it was just your first day, how could you not?
"It's an NPC, Dream. And- It's not a zombie villager either."
You felt a hand rest on your shoulder and quickly darted to the corner of the house, holding onto a cobweb. This was not what you had planned for today, and yet it was probably exactly whoever got you in this predicament in the first place did. Oh wait, that was you. Dumbass, you thought, as you continued to look down. You had moved too much, and certainly, they would know that you were no normal villager by your quick movements to the corner.
"Dream!"
"What George?"
"We need another villager around our parts of Dream SMP."
You took that time to look up as the voice spoke to another with a slightly deeper tone. The man had glasses or goggles situated on the top of his forehead. Pale skin covered by scars and maybe burn marks of something else that was ridden by what seemed to be arrows. Hazel eyes darting back at you to study you a bit more closely than he had done before, along with brown tousled hair that was pulled back to keep the bangs out of his face. He wore a blue t-shirt, with a red bar surrounded by a white outline of its own. The belt around his torso consisted of potions that you didn't recognize but had a sense of familiarity to them. Blue, green, red, all with bubbles forming from the top of them. The bottles held them snuggly, with a cork at the top for more easy access. They were some that looked like they could have been thrown, so you didn't think much of it. He wore bagged pants, with loads and loads of pockets on the edges and insides of them. Converses, that's what he wore. Not a very fashionable sense by the looks of it. He looked like a child, that was your main impression of him.
"Villagers can't talk, right?"
"George that's the simplest question, of course, they can't talk. They make noises and trade with each other and then trade with us. You getting heatstroke, bottom?"
"I will end you, Dream."
"Oh come on now."
Another man stepped into the picture, this one being very much taller than George, maybe a head taller. He wore a white mask, rounded and circled, with a smile etched into its white. Belts held it back on the man's face, while you found to see the freckles showing below the man's mask itself. He had more jagged features, with a rougher chin than George's. He had blonde brownish hair, one that was hidden by a green hood that was hidden over his head. He wore that green hoodie with the same belt that George had, except he had a sword on his back instead of a bow. Bagged pants with the same pockets, and green sneakers that didn't even look green, they looked like a slime puked all over them and then he just wore them. Gross. He also wore black fingerless gloves, maybe to handle his weapon better?
"Can we lead it?"
"You ever tried that with a villager and see how that works out with a village golem?"
"... So what do you suggest?"
"Put them on Sapnap's horse and then take them to the base. SAPNAP!"
Another pair of footsteps. Jesus how many of those guys were there for them to be walking around in a place like this? A man way smaller than Dream and George stepped into the house, where you got another good look to them. He had scruff on his chin and bright red eyes that flickered in the darkness. However, it was just the sun, so it was technically a natural black the man had for his eyes. He wore a bandana to keep his bangs too, from coming to the front of his eyes, with the tie in the back of his head. He wore two shirts, a long black sleeved one, and a white shirt with a fire emblem on top of it. He had on slicked jeans because thank god he isn't like the other two and wants to have a tiny bit of fashion. Where, where is the fashion you may ask? In the bed, overruled. Black converses like George's, except he had more style than George's and you were so proud of that.
"I gotta take that one back?"
"Yeah, we only have two horses."
"They can WALK."
"And lose another villager like you kill all the animals?"
"IT'S NOT KILLING, THEY JUST GET IN THE WAY."
My god, okay, they were idiots. You got up yourself, which shocked them as you just started to walk to the horse, them watching just a small bit before muttering. Please tell me that they know you know what they are saying and you could understand them.
"NPCs can do that, right?"
"Yeah, right. It's probably a new feature in the game."
My god.