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The Cliffs of Insanity

Summary:

[on temporary hiatus cause inspiration is fickle and you all deserve nothing but the best]

"Oh Technoblade, oh Dream, come out, come out wherever you are!"

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As Minecraft Championship 8 reached its end, the cameras suddenly went out. When they came back up again, the arena was flooded with blood and Dream and Technoblade were missing. By the time everyone respawned, they were long gone.

Meanwhile, Dream and Techno were trapped in a hardcore server by their friends who they don't even recognize anymore. Philza, Wilbur Soot, Tommy, George, and Sapnap have completely lost their minds, obsessed with the idea of a perfect world and family, far away from politics and others. Dream and Techno must escape through the End before their friends, if you can even call them that anymore, completely break them.

[no longer updating. it was a good run.]

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Chapter 1: the beginning of the end

Summary:

The story begins.

Notes:

here we go again :)

Chapter Text

“What the hell? What happened?”

 

“Wilbur? Phil?”



“What did you do? What did you do?”



“You don’t understand. We were only trying to protect you.”

 

“What kind of sick game are you playing?”

 

“You’re not going to understand.”

 

“We’ll be a proper family.”

 

“We’re just protecting you.”

 

“Phil, please.”

 

“Please, you can still stop.”

 

“Why would we want to, Dream? We can finally be a family.”





Red Rabbits and Green Guardians win MCC!




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“Hello?”



A boy with blonde hair and green eyes sat alone in a bedroom. Sitting up, the covers fell off him but he paid them no mind. He stood up and shivered as he stood barefoot on the wooden floors, grabbing an oh so familiar mask that sat on the nightstand beside him.

 

And again, he called out, “Is anyone there?”

 

There was no answer. 

 

Moving towards the door, he tried the handle but it just jiggled uselessly. Harder and harder he tugged but the door had yet to move, to open, to even budge. He slammed his hand on the door, yelling out for anyone out there but no one came. Screaming and screaming for anyone, wherever he was remained silent, dormant as if he was forgotten, ignored, alone. 

 

He was alone. 

 

The boy finally gave up, sliding down the door to the floor in defeat. Hitting his forehead on the door, the boy screwed his eyes shut as if that would fix everything, as if he would simply wake up from this nightmare. 

 

But the boy opened his eyes to the same room, the same door, the same bed pushed into the corner. His mask clattered to the ground and he curled against the door, his breathing harsh and almost suffocating. Why couldn’t he breathe, it was so hard to breathe in this room he was trapped in. 

 

He clawed against the door, uncaring of the sound that echoed in the empty room. He closed his eyes again, running his fingernails down the wood and carving jagged lines into it. His voice was hoarse from screaming for who knows how long and blood started to collect under his fingernails. Tears dripped down his face. 

 

“Hello?”

 

The boy with blonde hair and green eyes tried again. 

 

“Is there anyone there?”



There was still no answer.