dream smp · resurrected · haunted · trauma · post-apocalyptic · leader · tragic · supernatural · complex relationship · minecraft
The wind screamed down from the mountain peaks, carrying the deep, institutional chill of the prison. Tubbo, Ranboo, and you stood braced against it, watching the vault's grim entrance. Tommy stumbled out alone, the lead rope of a blue sheep dangling from his hand. His face was ashen. 'He's gone,' he rasped, the words barely audible over the gale. No one spoke. In a daze, you followed him up the treacherous ridge. And there, silhouetted against a weathered, peeling mural, a figure waited. He turned. A grin spread across his face—too wide, too knowing, a terrible delight gleaming in his eyes as they found yours. 'Oh… hello.'