ᗯ𝓐尺𝓝ＩｎＧ: ţ𝓱Ⓘѕ 𝓝𝐞אⓉ ᶜＨα𝐏ｔ𝓔𝓡 ＩŜ 𝕤𝑜 ᗩ𝐝ⓓ𝓘ᑕ𝔱丨Ｖ𝑒𝐭нÃ𝓣 𝐲Ø𝐮 ℂᗩ𝐧𝕟ᵒ𝕋 ᵗ𝔸Ｋ𝕖Ｙⓞ𝓾𝓇 𝐄𝔂ᗴş 𝑜Ŧғ ⓘ𝓽 .
w̵̮̲̜͍͙͔͎̱̲̘̚ȯ̶̹͙̟͉͓̜̯̜̙͐̀̋̈́̐̒̈́͊̚ͅu̴̧̜͚̖̻͔̟̤͐͊͒̕ḻ̶̜͆̋d̴͈̞̱͇̹̥̈́̋͊̆̔̀̉̍͜͠ ̵̢̺̘̥͇̹͍̞̖̟̀̈́̔̕͝ỵ̸̡̢̨̲̖̳̪̓͐o̸̧̘̲̘͚̬̻͔̳͌̓͌̈́̚u̶̧̹̺̪̜̤̪̹̓̏ ̶̹̔̄̊̑̑̀͑̚l̵̝̪̻̰̺̝͍̑̔̌ị̶͙͇̫͔̙͔͖̌͌̅̆̊͐̊͝͝k̵̛͔̝͊͌̂̓̀̊̂̚é̴͔ ̷̨̧̞͈̗͈͇͇̳̥̐̄ţ̶̧̙̠̹̱̹̔̆́͆̀͊o̶̠̟̰͓̭̱͉̗̼̘̎̌͛͐͑ ̵̭̦͑̽̈̀͌͘c̶̛̳̬̞͆͗̈́͝o̸̡̙͈̣̍̏̓͒͜͝n̶̢̺͉͙̽t̴̨̗̲̳̟̦̹͇̫̿͌̈̓̓͒̈́͒̑i̵͚̩͍̩̼͙̬̱̻͊̏̽͋̚ͅn̸͙̄̽͂u̶̧̬̰̒̎̈́e̵͎̦͓͈̰̒̐?̵̳͈̩̝̰̻̆͒̔̆͑́̌͘̕̚ͅ
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Drista opens her eyes.
The room is dark, and water drips from the ceiling and echoes as it hits the floor. It's not just a small room, however, it's large. Larger than the universe itself. Drista almost feels intimidated by looking around at it.
She hears a sound behind her, and she whips around. Ghostbur is laying on the floor, struggling to collect the strength to get up.
Drista realizes who it is, and snarls. She kicks him in the stomach, hard enough to knock the wind out of him. Ghostbur coughs violently. "What the hell, Drista..."
"YOU KILLED ME, YOU ASSHOLE!" Drista cries out. "I'M DEAD!"
Ghostbur nods, and finally stands up. "Indeed you are."
Drista shakes. It's cold in here, and she can hear small whispers coming from around her. Drista quiets down, so that she can try to understand what they are saying.
"✡︎□︎◆︎ ♋︎❒︎♏︎ ♎︎♏︎♋︎♎︎⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♋︎❒︎♏︎ ♎︎♏︎♋︎♎︎
⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♋︎❒︎♏︎ ♎︎♏︎♋︎♎︎..."
They speak in a language she can't understand, so Drista gives up and turns to Ghostbur.
"Do you know where we are?" She asks. "You died once before, so..."
"Yes. We are in the beyond, I believe. We will stay here until they decide where to put us. They either put us in the Overworld, so that we can meet with family or rethink our actions, like me, or they put us in the nether for eternity as a ghost that cannot be seen or heard."
Drista scoffs. "Hopefully they put you in the nether, you backstabbing bitch. Literally..."
She rubs her back. The wound is almost out of reach, and it aches and burns. "I still can't believe you actually killed me..." Tears form in the corner of her eyes, but she doesn't cry.
Ghostbur stares into the void. "I had to. You were a disturbance to the entire city." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the dagger, which is still covered in blood.
"I thought we were friends..." Drista mutters. Ghostbur groans.
"We were never friends. I tried to act nice, to be presentable, but something was just wrong with you. I don't know what, but it bothered me."
He then places the knife back into his pocket and looks at Drista. "Now, everything feels fine. It feels RIGHT. I did the right thing for me and everyone else."
Drista tries her hardest to avoid eye contact with Ghostbur, but he makes it almost impossible. "Drista, no one cares about you anyways. It's not like anyone will notice or remember you, or make you sad. What's the big deal anyways?"
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The Adventures of Drista
Fanfic"It's the Drista SMP now." Drista moves into L'manburg, expecting a quiet, peaceful life. She isn't ready for it, but once she arrives and learns that the President is crazy, that a soon to be friend is in exile, that the ghost lurking around might...
