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Dream’s Server was not a safe place for children, Kristen had come to find. Now, when most people pictured an infinitely old Void-dweller, they usually didn’t imagine them to care so much for the intricacies of Servers and the Players within them. However, Kristen had always had a soft spot for Players, especially her family. And oh, how her family had grown.
What started as a simple pact with a particularly interesting player had since developed into him becoming her husband. Then, her and Phil’s family had started to grow. Her son, Wilbur. His brother, Technoblade. More and more names would pique her interest over the years as she watched her family move and grow and mature through the eyes of her trusty crows.
But the point here is that Dream’s Server is not what one could, or even should call a safe place for anyone, let alone the numerous children that inhabit it.
She had missed the beginning of it, but she had heard stories of what happened before Wilbur arrived to the Server. The Disc War sounded exactly like the sort of petty squabble many Players would have, especially stopping to consider it was started by children, but the fact that the Admin was also a key player in all of this always rubbed Kristen the wrong way. Especially after the first L’manberg war, when she saw exactly how far Dream was willing to push his Players to get his way.
And as she watched a revolution rise and fall, she came to love Tommy, and Tubbo as well. A package deal, those two, never far from each other. And they trusted Wil, and he trusted them, and Kristen sent her crows to watch two more boys.
And she saw everything. The election. Manburg. Pogtopia. The Festival. New L’manberg.
Tommy’s exile.
And if Kristen wasn’t mad before, she was pissed now. Even before exile, she wanted nothing more than to pluck those two boys out of that Server and find them an Admin who cared, who would see two children and treat them kindly. But just before she had finally managed to save enough of her energy to pull two Players through a Server Lock and send them anywhere safer, things had to get more complicated. Tommy and Tubbo made a new friend. Ranboo.
And gods, what Dream was doing to him even in the few short days he had been there was horrible. She refused to leave him there, so she had to wait, and watch that horrible exile, hating Dream more and more with every passing day. And all three of her newest boys suffered and her heart wept for them.
She didn’t blame Tubbo, though, and neither did Tommy, not really, he had confided one night to the crows that watched over him in his exile. It was all Dream.
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The Doomsday War shouldn’t have happened. Plain and simple. Kristen told Phil this in no uncertain terms, and he seemed properly sorry at the very least. Thoughts on government aside, teaming with a power-hungry Admin and a bloodthirsty Piglin hybrid to blow a country run and majorly inhabited by children down to bedrock was a bit far, even if you took in one of the refugees after, Kristen thought.
And as time passed, and the Final Disc War came and ended, Kristen smiled as Dream was finally jailed for all he had done to her family. To everyone on the server.
But peace can never last. And she cried as Tommy died his third death, once again at the hands of Dream. Inside the prison meant to keep Dream away from the people he had been hurting. And she did blame Sam. This wasn’t an unwinnable situation like exile, this was easily avoided. And she was pissed.
Kristen vowed that she would get Tubbo and Ranboo out of there as soon as physically possible. And Tommy, if she could safely get him from limbo.
At least Dream bothered to revive him two weeks later.
But again, Kristen would have to wait as Tubbo and Ranboo welcomed a baby zombie Piglin into their home, Michael, and she refused to separate the little family her three boys had forged at any cost. They were a unit now, for better or worse.
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When Dream escaped prison, Kristen knew it was now or never, do or die. Ready or not, it was time to break every rule she had been taught and Interfere in the affairs of Players and Admins. So she called her crows, and she watched and waited until the four were close to each other, and when the moment felt right, she dipped her fingers into the Server’s code, and pulled.
And she drew them close, into her section of Void, and picked a new, safe Server. And she gently pushed them towards the warm light of Hermitcraft, taking care to work around that pesky whitelist. And for the first time in what felt like years, Kristen found it in her to smile again. They were finally safe.