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Dream was happily strolling through the forest after visiting one of his more secrete bases, to check the armoury, totems, items, and potion stock as well as some of his latest admin creations/experiments which he was thinking about introducing to the SMP if everything calmed down after Techno's botched execution. He was exhausted because of a bout of paranoia and severe insomnia the admin hadn't slept in weeks now, he was in a weakened state and was heading back to his house. Because yes despite what Techno said Dream did have a house he had multiple actually all over the server it was the same with bases honestly with all his paranoia and caution it made sense that he was secretly the most over-prepared person on the server his stocks of items, materials, weapons, totems, and potions outstripping even the mighty Technoblades artic armoury.
When you'd lived a life like Dream's it made sense that you would constantly be aware of everything and that you would be hyper-vigilant and paranoid about most things. But right now Dream's paranoia had been sated plus he was exhausted and missed his animals so he was heading home where he knew he would crash and crash hard as this was the longest he'd forced himself to go without sleep in years now since he'd been dragged into a war of the gods. Dream was thinking happily about seeing Patches, Coca, Lis, Kōri, Yin, Yang, and Charlie and contemplating whether he should bake a cake or not when he hears the sound of a branch snapping underfoot behind him. Which puts him on immediate alert. He hears the faintest rustling of leaves and branches all around him, he knows he's being circled and it doesn't take a genius to figure out what group has come after him "you've gotten bold" he chuckles leaning against his netherite Axe (one for intimidation purposes two because he was fucking tired and about to keel over without anything to lean against) "haven't you butcher's". The Butcher Army then emerges from the foliage looking shocked, "how" mutters Fundy disbelievingly he never understood how the other being a human seemed to always know who was following him at any point in time even if they were a hybrid that particularly specialised in stealth it was extremely unnerving to him, to say the least, because he prided himself on his stealth it was what had sealed the deal for Quackity to accept him into the butcher's army but Dream could always track him it made absolutely no sense because Dream was human just a vanilla human on a server full of hybrids so why was it that he was one of the most powerful figures despite everything working against him.
Tubbo didn't really want to be hereafter Techno's failed execution he didn't really have much faith that they were enough to take out the people on the hit list they either had too much power or they had extremely dangerous friends. And the last person Tubbo wanted to be messing with right now was Dream because after Techno's botched execution the other hybrid would owe Dream a favour and would be looking to collect on such a debt that and Dream was just fucking overpowered in his humble opinion. He and Ranboo didn't want to be involved in this attempt on Dream's life but Quackity had dragged them into a vengeance-based suicide mission against the Admin of the server. Ranboo really didn't want to be here but he'd been dragged along with Tubbo he really had nothing against Technoblade or against Dream because he didn't know the pair and he didn't feel as if he deserved to judge them unless he got to know them first. Honestly, Ranboo just wanted to be in his and Tubbo's shared home spending time together not out hunting the Admin of the server.
Quackity was furious why was Dream this fucking all-knowing all-powerful fucking untouchable figure on the SMP why was Dream so unflappable and calm. why were his efforts seen as unthreatening to both the Admin and the so-called blood god why was he no more than a blip on the daily radar of things that tried to fight and destroy the Admin. Seriously what made Dream so bloody special that he was chosen to be a fucking admin for starters the bitch was the only human on a server full of hybrids a bloody vanilla human nothing special nothing sacred so why did he get chosen!!!! to be fucking admin. Quackity swore he would find a way to kill the man he'd gain power and notoriety by doing so after all slaying an admin was no easy task especially one as powerful and experienced as Dream despite his heritage.
Dream rolls his eyes at Quackity's and Fundy's furious and malicious expressions. Hadn't they learned anything from Techno's execution, he spots Tubbo and Ranboo standing together further back looking like they would rather be anywhere else currently, he feels they were dragged along as forceful tag a longs and didn't really appreciate it, so he takes a threatening step towards Quackity and Fundy because while he was in a weakened state he wasn't exactly one to advertise weakness and his mask hid his true exhaustion and how he was basically half asleep already. He raises his axe "nightmare" the polished netherite surface glinting with powerful enchantments in the daylight that cuts through the dense leaves above them. Fundy takes an aborted step back at the sight of "nightmare" because that's what a sane person would do at the sight of a huge glowing axe being pointed threateningly in their direction.
Suddenly the ground shakes and their communicators all ping with a new member notification signaling someone new having joined the SMP. and Dream feels shaken to his very core but doesn't know why. Everyone reads the server-wide communique.
: ....... Sebastian_Shaw Joined The Game
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