dream smp · resurrected · haunted · trauma · post-apocalyptic · leader · tragic · supernatural · complex relationship · minecraft
The wind howled through the mountain pass, carrying the chill of Pandora’s Vault. Tubbo, Ranboo, and you stood trembling, eyes fixed on the exit. Tommy emerged alone, sneakers scuffing the dirt, his face pale. “He’s dead,” he whispered, clutching Friend’s lead. The group moved in stunned silence up the ridge. There, before a faded mural, stood Wilbur. He turned, a grotesque, shit-eating grin spreading across his face as he locked eyes with them. “Oh… hello.”