from the first story roof | purpled x oc

Chapter 12

(yet another chapter taking place in the dream smp bc u guys seem to like that. lmk if u want me to write more in real life tho)

the night meetings continued. the next night, the teenage girl climbed down from her window yet again,  making sure her brother was no where to be seen. she nodded at bad as she passed, continuing down the path.

a man with a thick spanish accent came from her side, startling the girl.

"hey man, youre dream sister, man," he said, approaching her rapidly. he was short, but still quite taller than salem. "that means you got money. money for las drugas," he said, rubbing his fingers together. she scoffed, sighing at his strange behavior.

"ill pass, thanks," she continued on, beginning to cross over the water on the way to the community house to meet purpled.

"come on, man!f youre brothers the most powerful on the server, youre rich man. you can spare some money for a homeless dude. all i got is yeezys, man!" he continued, following the girl at her side across the dark water.

without breaking her stride, she pushed him into the water, where he sunk. he didnt resurface, rather just sitting under the water.

quackity drowned.

good, she thought to herself. she brushed off her gown and neared her meeting place.

"he's gonna be mad when he respawns," a familiar voice called out. she laughed, shaking her head.

"yeah, i'm so scared,' she mocked, holding her hands up as the boy came into view, illuminated by torches. "ill take him. kill him tons of times, no sweat. he said it himself. all he has is yeezys," she mimicked his deep voice, joking and laughing.

"shall we walk?" he asked, holding out his hand.

"youre nuts if you think i'm holding your hand," she scoffed at him, bumping him in the shoulder. still, she relented, following after the tall ash haired boy. his eyes practically glowed purple in the dark. hers glowed green. he tried to avert his gaze from her. she was stunning, after all, and his breath had the tendency to catch in his throat when he looked at her.

"so, where's your house?" she asked him, and he simply pointed up. her stare followed his fingers as she raised her eyes up to a beautiful UFO. "wow," she whispered.

"i never thought i'd impress the incredible salem was taken,' he joked as she looked in awe.
'
"look, i may look all tough, but i give credit when credit is due. this is beautiful," she turned to him. "you made this?"

he nodded simply.

"not bad for someone named after a color," she joked, standing high on her tiptoes and ruffling his hair. he blushed, relieved to be standing in the dark.

"do you wanna go in?" he asked her. she looked bewildered.

"of course! may i?"

he gripped her hand and tugged her along, nearing the bottom of the ship.

"just step in, it will take you up."

she did as she was told, stepping in. suddenly, her body was whisked off the ground. her blonde hair was lifted, ringlets and wisps dancing around her face. her dress spread out around her and particle danced along her skin as she bathed in the glow of the beam, floating up into the sky. she gasped. the boy down below felt his heart skip a beat as he looked on, her beauty emphasized in the bright glow of the beam as she ascended. she looked strangely stunning, gloriously rising up.

he followed after he caught his breath.

when he got up, she was standing in his base, looking rumpled from the trip up. he walked up to her and soothed her hair, feeling bold. she didnt pull away. she smiled at him, and climbed into a large window. he felt a strange sense of deja vu. an overwhelming feeling of love. it was almost as if they had been lovers and soulmates in another universe. as he looked into her eyes, he felt calmed, almost as if he had looked into them so many lifetimes before.

"you can see the who server from here," she said, gazing out into the dark, glowing from the lights of homes and palaces that surrounded the UFO.

he climbed in next to her, and the two sat in comfortable silence.

many minutes later, the small blonde took a shaky breath. "why do you suppose my brother is evil?"

she asked him, the words spilling from her lips. he narrowed his eyes, she had been so skeptical before, so why was she willing to accept it all of a sudden? "why," he asked her.

she shrugged. "something feels off. he isnt how i remember him."

"he's not good salem," he told her mildly. "but i can see you are. you cant listen to him, he's gonna brainwash and corrupt you. he's a master manipulator. he's abused and tortured children, salem. tommy and tubbo are kids. 16 and 17. if you only knew what he's done to them..." he trailed off.

"and why should i believe you and not my own brother?" she asked, her face hardening as she turned.

he sighed. he had been considering telling her this.

"salem... your mom... shes not really dead."

"what?"