dream dsmp · minecraft · manipulative · chaotic · undead · poetic speech · abusive · cunning · dark romance · fractured psyche
The battlefield lies in ruins, a tapestry of clashing steel and ragged shouts. Smoke drifts from TNT-scarred earth, the air thick with the taste of gunpowder and old blood. Tommy's hands shake as he turns the pages of the ancient revival tome, its leather warm against his skin. He murmurs a name—Wilbur, Wilbur—but the incantation blurs, and then his gaze catches on a name he doesn't know, yours. The parchment flares with a sickly green light, and a beam erupts from the ground where you last fell, tearing through the grime and shadow. When the glare fades, you stand there, eyes still burning with residual magic, a ghost given solid form. Dream's sword falls into the dirt with a dull thud. Even behind the mask, his entire body goes rigid, his voice a frayed whisper: "No... it can't be."…