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The plan was straightforward, Red planned to secure allies, proceed to the end to defeat the ender dragon and successfully retrieve the ender egg. However, it appeared that the universe had other ideas.
Upon entering the portal, they expected to land in the end and encounter the ender dragon. Instead, they were transported to an unfamiliar destination. The world around them bore no resemblance to their spawn or any other location on their server. In fact, it appeared vastly different than anything they had ever encountered before.
Something was clearly amiss.
In truth, everything was simply submerged under a blanket of snow. Reddoons gazed around, surprised by his solitude. He had expected to be joined by Clown and the others. However, they were nowhere to be seen.
The landscape was utterly captivating, with vast expanses of snowy plains spreading out in all directions. As he surveyed the scenery with wonder, a chilling, frigid breeze suddenly came rushing through, making him realize just how alone he was at the moment.
A sense of unease was in the air; things clearly felt off. But did it make a difference? Could he actually affect the situation in any way?
Though unsure of the answer to that question, he was convinced that he should probably attempt to alter things regardless.
Something was undoubtedly wrong here, with the snowy landscape seeming like a world far different from his usual stomping grounds.
Perhaps he had gone through a wormhole, or maybe it was a portal to another realm. Whatever the situation might be, one thing was undeniably clear: there was a problem.
If Reddoons were to put this occurrence on a whiteboard, he would undoubtedly begin by outlining the end portal. It was meant to bring him and the others to the End, but instead, it transported him back to the Overworld, which was far from the intended destination.
This was not supposed to happen, like, at all.
The portal was faulty. Or perhaps there was something else going on in the background? A glitch of sorts? The possibilities were endless.
One thing was sure though: things were not going as expected.
Frustration was evident in his disposition, as everything appeared to be going haywire around him. And what's worse, his fellow gamers weren't any help either, being similarly disoriented.
When he heard the news that Clown and Branzy were stuck in a strange area that resembled the Nether, Reddoons was taken aback.
And when he got no answer from Woogie, he was all out of ideas.
But what was that? A house, out of all things, caught his attention, and he rushed towards it with sheer anticipation and hope.
"No wayyy!" Reddoons elongated his expression, overcome with excitement at the sight of a structure in the midst of the snow. Until he looked closely, finding that there was a person nearby, "wait a minute, is that Technoblade..!" The familiar figure made him gasp once he recognized who it was. While he'd previously been overjoyed to see the nicely built cabin, that was nothing compared to the sudden appearance of his idol. His heart soared, and his eyes twinkled with excitement.
Upon being confronted with the incredible sight of him, a mix of bewilderment and joy coursed through Reddoons' veins.
"Guys...this is the most weird yet best day of my life.." Reddoons uttered, hearing the voices that went off in his head.
Strange voices seemed to sound in his mind, one of them seemingly calling out. 'WAIT R WE IN TUNDRA???' He didn't pay it any heed, though, intent on taking in the momentous moment and savoring every moment he could with Technoblade. "Chat, should I go up to him?" Reddoons pondered, the voices in his head flooding with a resounding ‘YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYE-’ The word repeating itself over and over again, a stream of enthusiasm and encouragement.
Technoblade was an iconic figure, one he admired dearly. Reddoons couldn't help but feel excited at the prospect of standing in his presence.
With tact and precision, Reddoons crafted a meticulous approach. He proceeded toward the man, taking care to move slow and steady, paying extra heed to every step as it could potentially change the outcome of this interaction.
Mustering up the bravery he needed, Reddoons let out the words, allowing the phrase to escape his lips. “I’m your biggest fan”, he said, letting the words come forth without any thought, an involuntary impulse, Techno was caught off-guard by the sudden approach. His reflexes kicked in, and he instinctively looked behind him to see who was approaching him.
That's when he spotted a guy who looked like a tomato, and he was taken aback by the striking resemblance. "Uh...thanks?" Techno responded, a tad confused but also slightly appreciative of the strange compliment, while Reddoons may have come out of nowhere, the statement couldn't have been further from the truth.
Techno, as a public figure, had a massive following. The fact that a fan recognized him was impressive. Even more so was the fact that the fan claimed to be the biggest supporter of all...
What even were the odds?
After steadying himself, he continued to speak. "So, this might be super weird but uhh, can I stay at your really cool looking cabin for a uhhh, while?” His words were clumsy and erratic, the result of his excitement. Techno, on the other hand, appeared intrigued by the strange visitor, his gaze lingering as if trying to get a read on him. "And may I ask why?" he inquired, his monotone voice sounding more curious than anything else.
To his question, the young visitor responded with a brief explanation, stating his stranded condition and the lack of an exact location. Reddoons rambled off for his predicament, spouting it like a stream of consciousness.
"Well, itsbecauseimbasciallyseparatefrommyfriendssandweweresupposedtobeattheendbuttheportalbrokeandsomehowweendeduponseparateareas," he uttered in a rapid stream of words.
Techno was left stunned, his eyebrows raised at the sudden explosion of dialogue. He simply muttered, "Oh," in response to Reddoon's lengthy and ‘sophisticated explanation’. Without further elaboration, he appeared unconcerned by the matter at hand and merely listened and absorbed the information that was provided to him. His stoic demeanor lent to the impression that the situation was of no great significance, prompting a lingering air of unruffled calmness.
This was rather amusing, to say the least.
He issued a flat and flippant reply, "I totally understood all of that." To the other male, his words were delivered with an indifferent and nonchalant air, devoid of any emotion or enthusiasm. The tone was void of interest, indicating a lack of desire to engage in a conversation on the topic at hand. With an emotionless expression and monotone voice, he exuded a nonchalant attitude that conveyed a complete indifference to the matter being discussed.
He let out a deep and languid sigh, exuding a sense of relief. "Glad you were able to digest all of that," he remarked with a dry and wry humor that matched Techno's sarcasm. The word 'digest' was a play on words, invoking the image of ingesting and processing information. The tone was one of casual and unthreatening banter between the two males, suggesting an easygoing and friendly rapport.
He issued a nonchalant prompt, "Alright, follow me." The words were uttered in a manner that communicated a relaxed and carefree attitude. Instead of offering an elaborate or descriptive invitation, he issued a simple and straightforward directive, implying that he saw no need to overcomplicate or embellish the request.
Furthermore, the casual tone conveyed an ease and friendliness between the speaker and the targeted recipient. The addition of, "But before that.'' Served as a transitional phrase, signaling a shift in the topic of discussion. "Mind tellin' me your name first?" Techno inquired, adding a friendly and cheerful caveat at the end with the use of “just call me Red.” the other settled on.
He issued a casual acknowledgement within the conversation, uttering the simple and neutral words "I see." This suggested a neutral standpoint and lack of personal influence over the situation. As the speaker moved forward, he followed with another simple and straightforward phrase. With a casual and nonchalant attitude, he issued the friendly invitation, "C'mon in." It conveyed a sense of welcome.
Reddoons hadn't noticed the subtle message Techno had issued to a particular avian.
POGG??? HOLY FLIP ITS REDDOONS??? OUR FAV BUSINESSMAN!!! Is he here to scam us???? probably not, idk abt u but he said he got separated, wait didnt his pov become inaccessible? YEA TRIED TO CHECK BUT ONLY THE MEMBERS WERE ALLOWED TO SEE IT FOR SOME REASON! oh fu-*gets shot at*, SO HE WAS SERIOUS EARLIER?? I THOUGHT HE WAS JS GOOFING AROUND-
Chat had a fountain full of valuable information, an endless stream of sources to be explored and discovered. Techno hummed in thought, considering the vast potential such a resource held. He was somewhat similar in that aspect, with his own endless depths of knowledge.
Ngl, Red looks like a bloody tomato, DID SOMEONE SAY BLOOD? BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! WE WANT BLOOD! MURDER HIM! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GO-
Snapping out of his reverie, Techno resorted to sitting down. "So, you got separated from your so-called 'friends', right?" He questioned the Reddoons who sat down as well, his face full of worry.
He continues, his voice laced with disdain and skepticism. "Is that what you call them? 'Friends'? They are nothing but a group of bumbling, incompetent fools," Techno says, tilting his head. "Uh, well, they're more like... allies at most... you know?" Reddoons replied, hesitating for a moment. "And as far as power goes? They're pretty much off the charts in terms of abilities and equipment." As he continued his statement, he gave a slight shrug and added, "To be completely honest, I'm not so sure about that whole 'friends' aspect either."
Humming, Techno decided to probe into the issue a little further. "How so?" Echoing his previous question, he leaned back into his seat again, maintaining control of his tone as before. "Given the countless betrayals I've endured, calling ‘em 'friends' doesn't seem like the accurate term." Raising his voice and leaning forward once more, he stated, "Rather, they're merely allies of convenience, useful to have around at best.”
"Oh, I see...that’s understandable." Techno queried, a thoughtful expression adorning his face. "So, it sounds like you have sum trust issues." Reddoons perked up at the inquiry. "Well, that's likely the case." The latter responded, "If you had participated in my server, I think you’d understand the reason for my caution." Reddoons elaborated further.
MAN THIS US CORRBINGG, *is boring, STFU, LMAOOOOOO, fix yo grammar dumb ahh, lol, bruhhh, i mean tbh, lifesteal is hella brutal, FR THO!
Curiously, LifeSteal chat remarked, ‘That’s an interesting name...’ Techno jotted that down mentally, planning to inquire about its significance later on. Judging by the name's nature, he speculated that it was related to the act of stealing a life, or possibly a heart. But, Techno reasoned, how could that be executed? Thus, he decided to inquire more directly about the server's purpose. "What is your server all ‘bout anyways?”
That question caught Reddoons off guard, forcing him to take a deep breath before he could respond. Drawing upon all the courage in his possession—as well as the voices in his head—he was finally able to explain.
"So if you kill someone, you gain their heart." He paused for a moment, intrigued by the concept. "And they won't be able to retrieve said heart unless they manage to kill you. Ultimately, taking their hearts back." Reddoons explained further, eliciting a small nod of acknowledgement from Techno.
"So let me get this straight," Techno considered, as the explanation began to unravel. “If I understood correctly, that would imply that by murderin’ someone, you obtain their heart and in order to retrieve their hearts once more, they would have to kill you. Do I understand ya correctly?" He got a nod as a form of an answer.
“Oh..that’s certainly somethin’..” Techno mumbled, “tell me ‘bout it.” Reddoons muttered.
That was definitely quite the information to take in, and it appeared that the time was getting rather late. Before Techno could process any other thoughts, his communicator chirped, signaling the arrival of an incoming message.
Ph1lza whispered to you: That’s strange, I’ll stop by in the morning.
You whispered to Ph1lza: Alr, I got some valuable info for ya when you get here tmrw.
With his communicator deactivated, Techno turned back to Reddoons, "It would be best to obtain some rest." He glanced outside at the darkening world, adding, "Since, y’know, It’s dark out and some good old sleep would be beneficial for us both?" Reddoons had no objections to the suggestion, thus the two settled into a tranquil rest.
Reddoons just hoped tomorrow will give him the answers he needed.
"In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity."
The dawn broke across the horizon, awakening Reddoons from his slumber. He slowly blinked, fatigue evident on his visage, clearly dissatisfied with being roused so abruptly.
As Reddoons rose from the bed he was permitted to burrow in, he proceeded to venture from the bedroom to the down floor. Encountered with a tantalizing scent of freshly prepared potatoes, his curiosity led him to move in the direction where the aroma originated.
It pulled him in, much like the magnetic force does. The delicious smell of the delicate meal beckoned him and captured his attention. He witnessed Techno setting down three plates, which caused him to incline his head as a sign of uncertainty. He wondered, ‘For whom is he setting the three plates?’ This thought, he pondered deeply within his mind.
But his initial curiosity was put to rest soon after, as he heard another voice, with its distinct British accent, exclaiming, "Ello there.” This sudden shift in the sound waves surrounding him caught his attention and caused an involuntary flinch. Reddoons rotated his body so that he was facing the avian, whose appearance captivated him. ‘Woah,’ he thought as he examined the fine features of what seemed to be a half human, half bird hybrid, while his eyes darted, taking in every detail. ‘PHIL???? OMG DADZAAAAAA, whos that?? ITS PHILZA U DUMBASS, OH FUCK, SORRY, LMAO, DADZA, DADZA, DADZA, DADZA, DADZA, DADZA, STOP SPAMMING IT PLEASE, I BEG-’
So the cool looking fellow’s name was Philza, a very valuable piece of information for Reddoons to keep in mind, and he mentally took note of it. His chat was always useful in such situations. In order to display kindness, he responded to his greeting with the same friendly tone, and provided an alternative name he preferred, just in case. "Uhm, hallo," he reciprocated, "I don't know if you already knew this, but I'm Reddoons-" taking a brief pause, he continued on with his introduction, "You can just call me Red, for short, if you prefer." He later on added.
The response given by the avian sounded reassuring, "Alright, Red." However, when he followed it with a request which seemed like more of a demand than a request, the avian's smile felt more unnerving than before, and Reddoons became uneasy. Yet, it seemed like he had no choice but to accept it. "My name's Philza, you can just call me Phil, now if I may ask, would you mind answering a few questions for us?" the avian questioned, his smile growing larger.
"Sure, go ahead Phil…” Reddoons felt uneasy, pressured to answer the questions he was about to be bombarded with; he had no choice but to accept it. "What do you wanna ask me?" He inquired, in an attempt to remain calm and composed.
After a prolonged moment of silence, Philza inquired, "Could you elaborate on how you arrived here?" Reddoons took a moment to consider before providing a response.
"Do you mean that I start from the very beginning or…?" Reddoons queried for clarification from the winged being. "The start of it all, if you will," Phil stated, and the other perked up in response, giving a nod of assent. “Okay, so to set the stage, what transpired was..."
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Rekrap let out a sharp inhale, disbelief filling him as he noticed an item that was all too
familiar...obsidian? That had to mean that he was once again trapped, surely there was no possible way that he had somehow managed to evade their grasp.
He was abruptly jolted out of his thoughts by the sight of Boosfer, Rekrap was supposed to be resting back home, living his life to its fullest on lifesteal (escaping traps that were set for him, getting betrayed, getting revenge, then peace), an ominous feeling washed over him.
The person standing before him, whose voice resembled that of Boosfer yet differed slightly, stated, "Oh, you're awake now." Everything about this scenario felt wrong, as the realization set in: this individual was not Boosfer. The voice, while somewhat similar, was not a perfect match for that of his friend. The implications of such a discovery triggered a wave of unrest and uncertainty within Rekrap's mind.
Taking the initiative to attempt to comprehend his current location, Rekrap presented a straightforward inquiry: “Where am I?” His demeanor remained composed, though he displayed a subtle hint of irritation and contempt. “Is this some sort of trap for me? Again? I can escape at any moment,” he stated, emphasizing his confidence in his ability to extricate himself from any undesirable circumstances.
"You... you don't know where you are?" The other individual, identified as Dream, uttered in reply, tilting his head in a manner indicative of mystification. "Well, let's spare ourselves the complications," Dream continued, speaking with a tone of casualness despite the dire circumstance. "My name is Dream, and to address your question, we are currently in prison."
Rekrap's eyes widened at the mention of a prison, a sense of concern and suspicion pervading his expression.
"What?" Rekrap exclaimed, expressing his incredulity and perplexity. "Fuck.." he muttered, placing his hands over his head in a gesture of frustration and disbelief. Dream, seemingly unperturbed, posed the following query: "Why are you so surprised? Didn't Sam trap you here?" A hint of disapproval and irritation permeated his tone, indicating his lack of patience with the perceived folly of Rekrap.
"No, I have no idea who this 'Sam' person is, nor do I want to know," Rekrap remarked in a monotone and neutral manner, conveying his disinterest and disdain for the individual mentioned.
"He’s the warden of this structure," Dream clarified. "So, if he didn't place you in this… confines ," he inquired, displaying an element of skepticism and inquisitiveness, "how the fuck did you get in here?"
After an extended silence, Rekrap responded. “I’m pretty clueless myself, I was resting on my bed then, boom, I was awake here.” He then said, “It’s not like my mind would invent this,” he then said. “Huh, that’s interesting…” Dream retorted, exuding an atmosphere comparable to Clown’s. His aura was unsettling, Dream seemed to be deep in thought as well, considering the peculiarity of the current situation. They were silent for a beat before finally speaking up once more.
"This has never happened before." Dream started after a brief pause. "It would seem like a bug that might’ve latched onto you." Shrugging his shoulders, Dream further inquired. "Were you originally on a completely different server?" He added, now presenting a colossal question. "If that's the case, then this situation is undoubtedly an even larger problem that has to be fixed sooner or later."
Rekrap tilted his head at Dream, puzzled by what he said. "A bug…? I thought Parrot repaired every issue there was on Lifesteal.." he scratched his chin curiously. "Huh, so you know him?" Dream commented, raising an eyebrow at Rekrap. "Yeah, you could say that. We’re friends," Rekrap replied, his tone somewhat nostalgic. "Really?" Dream echoed, intrigued.
That was unexpected.
"And, well... that's ‘bout it," Reddoons concluded, leaving Phil and Techno's jaws dropped. Without elaborating further, he left like leaving the room, the other two were stunned and speechless. Reddoons sighed, a tad bit sad that he could not do anything to change the circumstances. "Well, mate, we've only got three lives here too. And there's a chance of becoming a ghost when you're dead.” Phil expressed, feeling somewhat sympathetic. "Though for some reason..." he trailed off.
The avian didn’t bother to finish his sentence.
Reddoons' glasses sat neatly on the bridge of his nose, and his chat was unusually hushed. He wondered why. ‘Blood.’ The word was like a hot knife to his skin. It made his body shiver at the thought of it. He was surprised at how jumpy he had become lately, but he couldn't help it. No matter how hard he tried to stay calm, his body still reacted to the smallest mention of the word. It made him feel a bit like a weakling, like he couldn't handle whatever came his way (he tried to stay strong and keep his composure, but that single word caused him so much fear.)
‘We could get so much more from this, I wonder if the b̵̧̫̝̮̼̻̥̐͛͑̑́̈́a̵͎̗͚͕͔̗͆̒͂̽͆̒̑ͅn̵͕͖̙͋̔̀̀̀̍̕q̸͓̘͖̆̾́͗̏̊͛͝u̶̧̹̫̫͑è̶̩̬̬̬̗̼̏͒̈́̎̽̚͝t̵͇͊̈͑͊͝ will happen..probably, but I still feel thirsty, we all are, maybe we should paint them all with b̷̬̬̄́́̈́l̷̠̖̺͇̻̾̿̏̆͜͜͠o̸̼̯̝̞̼͖̊ȍ̴͇̹̖̦͜d̵͎̈́́.̸̢̢͕͇̞̝͕̍͗̔̊̈́̚’
"What..?" Reddoons whispered as he shook his head in confusion. He had no idea what the chat was talking about with this "thing". He tried to think back to the conversation, but it just wasn't making any sense.
‘Maybe I should get some air..’ He said as he started to walk away from the conversation, a look of bewilderment on his face. He stepped away from the conversation and took a deep breath. He was trying to focus his mind on other things and not get caught up in whatever this "thing" was. ‘Would you consider worshipping t̴̫͓͗͒h̷͕̾̉ḕ̴͖̰͗ ̵͎͖̍̉̀b̸̤͙̹͙̈̔̃̾l̸͇͚͕̉ŏ̵͈͔͇̘̕ǫ̷̈́̌ḋ̶̨̟̏͝ ̷̛̰̫̫̦͘̕ǧ̸̯͑̒̈́o̶̘͍̥͊̔̅d̴͈̾̿̈́?̵̨̬̰̏̎̏’ " Worship the blood god?" Reddoons asked, feeling creeped out by the concept. He didn't understand what the chat was talking about and felt scared by the idea of worshipping something called the blood god..
"I'm not worshippin’ anything related to blood, that's just weird chat." He said, shaking his head and trying to dismiss the weird conversation.
‘Then, you’ll live to regret that decision.’
Reddoons walked faster.