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The sun rose slowly over the vast land, it’s rays shining down upon the leaves of trees, the gentle waves of lakes and rivers, and, of course, down the sides of wooden buildings and paths. Birds chirped happily, signaling the start of a new day. With the sun also came a great cleansing of the horrors that roam at night, forcing them back to their caves and below the ground.
The wind blew ever so gently throughout the base. There was no better name for it, besides a “base.” Too big for a home, as it stretched for miles all around, and about 10 people currently called this area their home. It wasn’t a city either. Too underdeveloped, with too few buildings and oftentimes the only thing that connected houses to the rest were the wooden paths still under construction for repairs. But no one complained, because it was all they needed. In fact, not many people here complained.
Well...one person did.
No one had expected this, in reality. A couple of friends making a couple of houses together, with minimal conflict. And then, a rambunctious, annoying, energetic blond-haired boy joined the party. And, with that, his fate was sealed. And so was everyone else’s.
It was a disc. A damn disc. That was what started a conflict that would last for years and years to come.
But I get ahead of myself.
The same blond male gets up out of his bed, and at the same time, his best friend, brother, and his enemy all do the same. They all gather their stuff and prepare to face the day. Though no one, except a few people ever actually know how this day will go.
Actually, there are many ways this story goes. Obviously people recall events differently, but certainly the prospect of a bigger and more infinite multiverse is something you’re familiar with? “The flap of a butterfly’s wing can cause a hurricane somewhere else”; that phrase is popular, but it does hold true. Mostly. It supports a whole series of “What If?” questions, and can be a useful tool for storytellers. For what is a story, if not just an idea, that all starts with a simple “What If” question?
I suppose this story is another one of those “What If” stories. But I know this story is one you’ve never heard before.
Because while in your world, this rambunctious young blond meets a suit-wearing businessman with ram horns that seals the fate of his home, in this one, that businessman never shows up.
And instead, a young man with a red sweater, and beautiful wings shows up, and meets this young blond boy, forever changing the story.
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“TOMMY!”
The young blond cringed, almost not wanting to answer, but he poked his head out and looked at the older brunette in embarrassment. The brunette looked down over his glasses to the young blond.
“Where the FUCK are those barrels I told you to get??”
Right...Uhhhhhh-
“The barrels?” Tommy asked. He cracked a smile, trying to diffuse the situation before it got out of control. A.k.a, Wilbur getting mad at him. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh, right the barrels! Of course I remembered the barrels! Why would I forget-”
“Tommy?” Wilbur asked, his tone very stiff and cold, almost parent-like. He raised an eyebrow in skepticism.
Tommy opened his mouth to say something, but then swiftly closed it, and then looked down, mumbling.
“What was that, Tommy?”
“I’ll go get the barrels.”
Wilbur nodded in approval. “Good. Thank you, Tommy.”
Tommy smiled a bit back, but once he was out-of-range from Wilbur, he let out a loud groan of despair.
“Why does he need me to get the fucking barrels???” Tommy whisper-yelled to himself. “Mans really can’t walk like 2 miles to get barrels to decorate his own ‘ome?”
He walked along the path towards the Community House, where Wilbur said the barrels would be. While Tommy tolerated Wilbur (he was his brother, after all), everyone in a while, the fluffy-haired, glasses-wearing, guitar playing prick would get on his nerves. Always had a sort of authority to him; a feeling that made you want to respect him. Always busy with some new project, some new song, some new build. He never seemed to sleep. He was...not a morning person at the least. Oh, if you caught him before 12? Good luck to you, soldier, you’re on your own.
Wilbur had decided to join Tommy in this so-called “Land of Dreams,” after Tommy had his little...conflict with Dream. Tommy tried to tell Wilbur all about it, and about just how cool he was and how he succeeded, etc, however the brunette just seemed to give him a pat on the back and sent him on his way.
One day, Tommy thought confidently, One day I’ll show him just what I can do, and he’ll be so fucking proud of me!!
….of course, not like I’d care anyways.
Even his inner voice couldn’t believe that lie.
As Tommy got closer to the Community House, in all it’s red-bricked glory, he couldn’t help but notice a familiar face on-top of it. Likely either doing reconnaissance or just trying to look like some sort of action movie hero, a black-haired man with too much black and white going on with his outfit, a fire symbol on the middle of said outfit, and a white flowing bandanna stood on-top of the house, as if looking-or waiting?-for something.
“What are you doing up there, bitch boy?”
The black-haired male glanced over to Tommy. He looked slightly annoyed, but he smiled anyway, teeth sharper than a normal human’s, though Tommy had always assumed that was his mind making up shit. But, then again, the teeth fit the master fighter perfectly, so either his mind was fucked, or everyone was.
“Hey, child.” The black-haired male said, a bit of annoyance in his voice. “I should ask you what you’re doing down there. Haven’t been back here since the Disc War.”
“Yeah, well, not like I particularly wanted to see your dumb traitorous face.”
The male stiffened visibly. “You’re still hung up about that?? I told you, I didn’t betray you! It was a Misunder-” He stopped and scoffed. “I knew you were dumb...just not this dumb.”
Tommy wanted to say some insult back, but he didn’t care enough. “You didn’t answer my question, Pandas boy.”
“Well you didn’t answer my question either. Why are you here?”
“I asked the question first, dickhead!”
Bandanna sighed, and was silent for a moment, before he said, “It doesn’t concern you. I’m just keeping watch for mobs and that. Can’t a protector do his job?”
Tommy knew that wasn’t the full answer, but he didn’t want to push it further. He walked into the Community House, despite the male shouting various versions of “Answer the Question!” and “Get back here!” He also sprinkled in a couple of charming words that Tommy used on a regular basis, but he didn’t really notice that. The Community House was a room full of chests full of various different items. It was basically a dump; any items that weren’t needed and people just needed out of their inventory-any junk items-were put here. You could find anything here. Well...mostly everything. Anything valuable placed here was quickly stolen. Tommy had learned that pretty quickly.
Tommy very quickly spotted the barrels that Wilbur wanted, and gathered them up, placing them in his inventory. He took another glance at the Community House and the stairs that lead to the roof, where Bandanna stood watching, and briefly considered walking up there to annoy him, but a flash of an angry Wilbur filled his head, and decided against it. He should really get back to the moody guitar-playing maniac and his ball.
Ha. Ball.
Tommy had left the Community House and had only walked a couple of feet before he noticed that the American who was just on the top of the building, was gone. While Tommy found that odd, he couldn’t really care about where some traitor anime panda’s boy went, so he walked back over to Wilbur’s house.
Actually, Wilbur’s house wasn’t all that bad, as much as he liked to make fun of it (I mean, come on...it was a ball. How was that not funny for at least a little bit?). A circular wooden house, hanging from makeshift iron chains from a mountain. The only way in was through the top, meaning you had to actually climb the mountain, which was annoying, but Wilbur made no move to suggest that he would change it. The inside was quite quaint: some flower pots with mushrooms, chairs, a bed next to a window and some barrels on top.
Well...there would be barrels. Once Tommy delivered them that is.
Once outside the structure, Tommy yelled out, “Oi! WILBUR!!”
The brunette poked his head from out the window.
Tommy proudly placed down the barrels. “I got them right here, Wil. Just like you asked. And I did it so incredibly well, you know. Even managed to get past bitch boy.”
Wilbur stopped and raised a brow. He didn’t say it outloud, but he meant “Which one are you talking about again?”
“Y’know...pandas boy?” Tommy answered, “Black-hair, stupid bandana, white and black emo color scheme going on? Pretty sure he’s got way too many pants chains going on to be comfortable.”
Wilbur nodded in understanding, before jumping out of the window of the ball house, and landing...not super gracefully but fine enough for him to walk towards Tommy and the barrels.
“Thank you Tommy,” Wilbur said, picking up the barrels and placing them in his inventory. He looked back at his house, then to Tommy, before he shrugged and said, “Walk with me Tommy.”
He started walking back to the wooden path and Tommy’s house, and, after a brief moment of hesitation, he ran to catch up to Wilbur.
The sun was about halfway up in the sky, meaning it was one of the hottest moments of the day, coupled with the summer heat made it almost too hot, but it was fine. Hell, if Wilbur could survive in his black coat and white-and-black undershirt, then Tommy’s short-sleeved red and white shirt should be fine.
Still, he did complain about it a little.
“What do you want, Wilbur? And why’d it have to be in the middle of the damn day??”
“I’ve been working all day, unlike someone,” Wilbur glanced over to Tommy in a playful way, teasing him, “And I need a break. There’s only so many balls a man can look at before he gets tired.”
Tommy bit back a barking laugh, and managed to keep it to stifling giggles. Wilbur’s eyes sparkled with mischief and a bit of laughter as well. He smiled fondly, before his eyes returned to the path.
He stopped, all while Tommy still kept walking, trying to contain laughter.
“Oh, yeah? Tell me, what’s the limit to that-”
He looked back over at Wilbur, who was still standing on the path, looking at something past Tommy. He looked at Wilbur like a confused puppy, before looking where Wilbur was looking.
Now, in most universes, the person walking towards them would be a certain ram-horned business man. A man who would become one of the most infamous people on the server. However, the invite Sapnap gave out wasn’t to this ram-horned business man, but instead a sandy-blonde male. A person famous for lots of things, and his reputation preceded even his arrival here. He had on a red sweater, light grey pants, and shoes with wings on them, almost like Hermes’ sandals.
Feathers ruffled around his ears, and big red, yellow, and blue wings extended out from his back. A trait only shared by 3 people in this world.
One, was a famous God, simply known as the Prime God. Unlike the rest, it had multiple sets of wings, and didn’t need them to float and fly like the rest. It’s wings were more angel-like, and no one had seen the Prime God in centuries.
The second was the famous “Angel of Death.” Death’s favorite angel, her favorite mortal. A warrior who had been on this earth for longer than most, cursed with only one life. He had wings of black coal, of darkness; the wings of an Omen of Death, the crow. And Tommy had known the Angel of Death. This wasn’t him.
This...this of the Angel of Light. A warrior who had disappeared years ago, and only told in legends. They say he was a demi-god; he had the powers of flight and speed, and was an excellent warrior who lived among the people, and competed in challenges. Some say he managed to do a 3v1 with only a bow. They say he was taken by the gods, never to be seen again, though some travelers say he was spotted in the faraway Hermitlands, an area of the world that Tommy had never even dreamt of going to. He had always assumed the Angel of Light was something of myth.
The male in the red jumper walked closer, and stopped in front of them.
“Hello.” The Angel of Light said with a smile. “Is this...the Dream SMP?”