Streaming On SMPLIVE

The Prickling Of Tears

(A/N: This is the second to last chapter, and it's pretty intense. Fair warning.)

   "What do you mean 'holy fucking shit' what's down there?" Grizzly immediately reacted.

   "Get down here." Charlie sounded flabbergasted.

   Grizzly hopped after him, and again I heard the singular damage sound followed by the noise of fire being extinguished.

    "This is so stereo-typically fucking insane." He gasped in awe.

    "And this 'crazy thing' isn't death right?" I asked.

    Charlie let out a hollow laugh, "Can you guys come down here before we start exploring?"

     Ted, Poke, and I jumped. I felt a moment of panic, recalling my mischievous teammates tricking me into many a death situations. But I fell through the lava with ease, immediately cooling my burns with the water right beneath it.

      A building expanded in front of me, and I understood Grizzly and Charlie's remarks. It was stunning. Long walls reached upwards towards the ceiling, the red netherrack complimenting the lava pouring down the sides. Crimson fences acted as pillars, and the room was illuminated in brilliant fire pits. In the center was a long spruce table, and at the head of it was a ginormous golden Schattcoin which was surrounded on all sides by sea lanterns and flowing water.

      "This looks like a cult." I remarked, taking in the view.

      "How'd they have time to build all this?" Poke questioned, falling just after me.

      "Let's just scavenge the place and get out." Grizzly gulped.

      "I don't like it either, but you have to admit, it looks awesome." Charlie said reluctantly.

      "Yeah." Ted responded.

     As breath-taking as the lair was, no one wanted to stay in it. Yet, there seemed to be no chests, it was a wide open room. We searched through the mansion, finding nothing, until Poke yelped.

     "Guys I think there's something in the coin!" He alerted us.

     "In the coin?" I gasped, running over.

     "Look, this whole thing is made from solid gold blocks. Gold is mildly hard to find, and even Schlatt wouldn't go through the trouble of finding enough to make a coin that's three blocks wide." Poke explained.

      "What are you suggesting?" Ted asked quizzically.

      "I think that in this middle layer, there's something."

      "Let's try it." Charlie gripped a pickaxe and worked on breaking the first block while we sat in silence.

      "Wait Charlie you have a stone pickaxe-" I suddenly shouted just as he broke the block. The gold disappeared.

      "Fuck. He'll know we were here." Grizzly sounded anxious.

      Ding

       A cold voice spoke, "Oh trust me, I already know you're here."

      I glanced behind me to see Schlatt's avatar a foot away from me, surrounded by his goons.

      "Oh fuck." Charlie said blankly.

      "You think I wouldn't know that you were here? That I wouldn't find out? You're fucking streaming, nothing's a secret." Schlatt had turned on the famous funny mic, but now it felt less hilarious and more terrifying as his distorted words crept through my skin and froze my bones.

      "But you already started this. Poke, aren't you clever, the chests were in the coin. So here's a treat. Go ahead. Look." He spoke like a disappointed parent, prompting you to get yourself into more trouble.

       Ding

       Ding

       Ding

       Ding

       Ding

      Five more people joined the call. Cooper, Travis, Connor, Wilbur, and Sneeg.

     "Hey what's going on?" Sneeg questioned, "Is another fight going to break loose?"

     "Sneeg." Schlatt spoke coolly, "Go to Y/N's house, and jump down the hole behind the painting."

      "Uh, okay. Y/N, are you okay?" He sounded confused.

      "I'm fine. You should see this."

       Oof

      Sneeg fell down into the lair, and I heard a gasp echo from him.

      "Schlatt, should-" Cooper tried to speak.

      "Hold on. Y/N. Open the chest." Schlatt's voice was commanding.

      I opened the chest. Inside was completely blank except for a singular book. I slowly pulled it out of the chest and held it in my hot bar.

      "Go ahead. Read it." He spoke.

      I glanced at my guys and opened the book. There was one page. One sentence. One word.

      "Sneeg."

      "What the fuck does this fucking mean?" I yelled, throwing the book.

      Ted picked it up, "What do you mean- oh."

      He circulated it around my Diamonds.

      "What the fuck is this? Is this a fucking game? This doesn't mean fucking anything!" I practically screamed, closing my eyes against the prickling of tears.

      "What do you think?" Connor spoke calmly.

      "I think it means fucking nothing! I think that you're doing this... you're doing this..." I didn't finish my statement. Bubbles of tears formed in my eyes.

      "Y/N-" Sneeg interrupted.

      "No! This isn't what... this isn't what they're implying! This doesn't mean jack fucking shit! Tell me I'm right... please." My voice broke at the last sentence.

      "Y/N I'm sorry." He said weakly, "It's me."

      "No..." My voice was rough and tired, "It's... it's not. It can't be you."

      "I told the Business Men about your party." He deadpanned.

      "Please..." I crumpled.

      "I told them to steal your cat."

      "No..."

      "I told them about everything you did."

      "Stop!" I yelled.

      "Y/N. I'm sorry."