Random Dream Smp Hcs

Anthem

When the community house was destroyed, all of the citizens stood on the walls silently, saluting to nothing as two boys fought on the damaged floor below.

Stone cold faces showed nothing as metal rang against armor and and children cried out in anguish of being struck, and none said a word against it.
Today was one of great loss.

People who hadn't been seen in years returned, to join the vigil.

Sapnap started the sound.
He began to sing. Low and deep, starting a nameless and wordless anthem that rang out over the battle. More and more joined him. Alyssa. Ponk. Even Callahan, let out a strong hum.
They followed no tune, but yet it was haunting.

Sparks flashed below and water rushed from above, and yet they stood their ground and sang.
The roots of the server had been cleanly cut. It was a time of great mourning.

As the song rose, the screams of the battle followed, and the resounding sound was hollow and deafening. It didn't matter where they had come from.
Their country, how long they had been here, nothing mattered.
They had come to pay their respects.

Dream was absolutely terrified. Of course, with the mask over his face, nobody could tell.
But the way Callahan glared him was enough to feel it. The hatred was more than he could bear.
He could feel the mindless sound ringing in his ears, bringing forth his guilt.

He had blown up the community house. The start for all, the home of many, the home of the server.
He was guilty.

As much as it was the sound of mourning, the sound of a hundred widows at their lovers graves, it was an accusation.

Anger, betrayal, and pure grief. They sang of a crime left unpunished, and it shook Dream to his core.
He would face the ultimate price for this.

The sounds rose, climbing higher and higher as the rhythm picked up, the slap of boots against concrete being more than enough of a beat, until Tubbo was shoved roughly to the ground, his armor clattering harshly against concrete.

"THE DISKS WERE WORTH MORE THAN YOU EVER WERE!," Tommy spit out.
The silence was deafening.

Tubbo rubbed a hand against a scraped cheek, picking himself off the floor.
There were tears in his eyes.

"Tommy?"

The battle was over.

Dream took his disks in hand, and he left.
Victorious.
But it still haunted him.
They still haunted him.

When the first netherite-clad boot walked through the portal he knew it was over.
His crimes had caught up to him.
And now they knew.

And now, in the prison, it was all he could hear.

The flowing of the lava was the water cascading down brick, the tick of the clock was metal clashing against metal, and the air-

The air was the song. Low and quiet, but ever the same still there.

Punishment was catching up to him.

And as the man with the axe slid out of the lava, he knew.

It was already here.