The Arctic Reaper |Dream SMP Fanfic

~-Chapter 0-~

Hello! 
This is a collab story written by @SimplySaffron and @FuxkingGod We both are hoping you will enjoy this! If you do possibly check out the books on our separate accounts also. 
Enjoy! 

3rd Person

It was a cold, dark, snowy night, the snow danced, a choreographed ballet conducted by the gentle breeze of the night. In the distance, one single cabin lays upon a deserted mountain, icicles hanging off the roof, fluffy, white snow piling up on the slanted wooden planks. The peaceful calm night only to get interrupted by a loud, high-pitched shriek cut through the air.

The shriek belonged to a child who was currently running down a series of stairs trailing down the mountain slope. Behind him was a man who was significantly taller than him, his pink hair flowing in the wind as he chased the boy shouting wildly at the younger child. The voices of the two gradually became louder as the duo got closer to the base of the stairs.

Their speeches projecting over each other, sounding like pure gibberish. The pink male spoke in clear words, while the younger blonde-male was rapidly swearing-in defense.

"YOU STOLE ONE OF MY NEW SWORDS!! HOW DARE YOU!"

"NO, I FUCKING DIDN'T BITCH!" The blond yelled spluttering slightly

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! IT'S IN YOUR HAND TOMMY!" The pink-haired gentleman retorted.

"YOU GOT NO PROOF BITCH!" He yelled putting the item in his hand away, He went running off again.

"Tommy. Tommy...if you don't come back here right now, I will personally hunt you down and kill you with it myself" Technoblade stated menacingly. At this statement, Tommy bolted off in the direction of the bee enclosure knowing his friend, Tubbo, would be there. He eventually came across the translucent garden filled with flowers of all kinds. A young brown-haired boy was standing in the center, admiring all the bees inside.

"TUBBO!!!" Tommy screamed at the top of his lungs, breaking Tubbo's peaceful tranquility inside his garden. "WHAT?! WHAT?!!" Tubbo replied, jumping at his sibling's voice that was filled with panic.

"TUBBO, YOU SON OF A BITCH! HELP ME!" The blond yelled, Tubbo glanced behind Tommy trying to see what he was on about. He recoiled back slightly at the sight of Techno; his eyes glowing a faint crimson red. His gaze was locked onto Tommy, staring him down, ready for 'blood' as if Tommy had a glowing target on his back. Their chaos was interrupted by the door opening, a breeze of chilly, crisp air entering the garden, with Philza standing in the doorway of the bee enclosure with a moderately youthful girl behind him.

The girl had beautiful, black hair. Her hair flowed down her back like black ink of a tilted piece of parchment. Her white skin glowed under the beams of moonlight coming from the sky. The contrast between her white skin and dark hair only served to make her all the more ghostly, all the more haunting.

Nervousness radiated off the young girl as her eyes skipped along the walls of the house, memorising every detail, but had a dark almost menacing look in her eyes. She saw Techno and her gaze seemed to sharpen further.

Philza breaks into a grin, "Welcome to the family Nishia!" Tommy went to walk up to her but she pulled out a poorly made but sharp enough scythe, pointed at his neck. He stepped back with a yelp. Techno laughed at her sudden actions and grinned.

"I like her already."

Philza's POV (Before he met Nishia)

I walked out of the house, my head hurting somewhat from Wilbur's never-ending rant about how Beethoven was better than Mozart. I walk through the snow, the sound of snow crunching under my boots. Outside held an eerily pitch-perfect silence buried under a shadowy sheet of bright white. Suddenly, I hear shouting coming from inside the house. I looked over my shoulder to find Tommy running for his life to get away from Techno. I grin at the sight, they hadn't been talking recently, which began to worry me. But obviously, they were getting along with each other just fine. 

I headed towards the campfire. I looked up at the night sky. The night brought such a silence that the crackle of the campfire was all that could be heard, a natural music in the black-duvet night. Flames sent red sparks dancing into the breeze. A girl sat close on a mossy log, her face calm, mesmerised, and relaxed. The smoke twirled heavenward, charming her worries away.

I viewed her from a faraway distance, analysing her. She looked lost, her attire torn slightly, dark circles under her eyes, most likely from loss of sleep. Her arms wrapped around her body, trying to keep out the cold. Her breath rises with a jocund vibe to greet the wintry cloud, to become a tiny part of warming up the cold. It could be seen from a quarter-mile away that she was freezing. Her thin-layered jacket wasn't helping at all.

I slowly advanced towards her, as if she was a wild deer, hoping not to scare her away. She noticed me when I took a single step. The girl's senses were vigilant. She whirled in my general direction, eyes studying her surroundings for the source of the noise. Her gaze turned towards me, her eyes menacingly poured into my soul.

"Don't worry, I'm here to help you," I spoke gently.

She recoiled back in surprise, not expecting me to speak. She unsheathed her weapon and held it in front of her. The quality of her scythe was terrible, yet she appeared comfortable with such an unusual weapon.

"I'm just here to help you, nothing else. Are you hurt? Would you like to come back with me?"

~-Back to the present-~

"I like her already."