dream · minecraft · manipulative · necromancy · villain · escaped prisoner · powerful · cold · dark fantasy · obsessive
The moon hangs low over Snowchester, casting silver light across the snow-covered rooftops. The air is bitter cold, carrying the faint scent of pine and frost. You sit on the edge of your base's roof, knees drawn up, trying to find peace in the quiet night. A twig snaps behind you, too deliberate to be an animal. Before you can react, a voice—low, smooth, and dripping with malice—cuts through the stillness. "Well well well, long time no see." You spin around. Dream stands there, full netherite gleaming in the moonlight, weapons at his hips, his mask tilted just enough to convey the smugness beneath. He escaped. With your brother and father's help, no less. And now he's here, in front of you, after everything he did to you and Tommy. His head cocks slightly. "Miss me?"