The Arctic Reaper |Dream SMP Fanfic

~-Chapter 14 - Gogy-~

Ello! 
I want to give a huge well done to Saffron, I don't write this I just edit it. They work very hard on it and deserve a clap! I hope y'all are enjoying this, Cya peeps
-Fux

~Nishia POV~

(She took off the cloak, so now you're just wearing a loose, flowy black shirt and tight black pants...But you still have some sort of a hood on to hide your face.)

The path doesn't care about the terrain, that's for me to deal with. The path is the path. So whatever comes I keep going. When I get knocked down I have to get up, 'cause there's no other way. I know what's out there though, I know 'cause the universe told me. There was danger, there was fear, but maybe something else laid out there.

It's been a while since I've seen people, most run before I reach it. Several have tried to defeat me, several have been extremely nice to me, but in general, I thought the government was a devil.

As I walk down the path, the starlight and the silvery moon begin to come out, the shadows of the trees dance upon the cedar fence. They dapple the wood, the leaves flickering like candlelight, creating a new picture from moment to moment. Amid the perfume of the summer blooms, feeling the cool of the evening wash over like the waves would bless the golden sand.

However, I soon saw a nearby civilisation on the horizon. A country/estate that I would soon come to know as the Dream SMP.

As I was walking down the path, one person dressed in a simple blue shirt with a red rectangle ironed onto his shirt, ran past me, bumping me in the shoulder. "Hey! You watch where you're going!" He yelled.

"What? You were thone who bumped into me!" I said, attempting to keep my calm, but failing miserably.

This argument grew from nowhere into a tornado. So immediately we went into opposite camps, suddenly blind to each other's reasoning and building barricades instead of bridges.

"I am the one with authority here! Who in the world are you? You don't belong here! So don't act like one!" The blue-shirt man yelled, creating a scene in front of the rest of the city.

My anger grew. All the words and actions of this man were fuelling the fire, like pouring gallons and gallons of paraffin onto the hungry flames, growing and growing.

I was so angry that I wasn't aware of the crowd watching our little dispute.

Self-control.

Calm.

Stop.

But what really pushed me over the edge, was when the blue-shirt man swung his sword at me. It was a bold move.

Now I wasn't really a normal person when it came to emotions. When I become extraordinarily angry, I don't lash out at anyone or bury fury, or even let it out. I become emotionally indifferent, suppressing my emotions. And according to Techno, the strongest point of my skill.

I stare at George, my soul pouring inside of him, the aura taking over him. Fear could be seen in his eyes, and fear was what was going to bring me the win. I could see the fear cracking him at his weak-points, spreading anticipation and foolishness into his decisions.

George brought his sword back, slashing horizontally, aiming for my stomach, but missing greatly. Even I could see what he was going for. Catching his blade on the tip of my scythe, in one swift movement, I overpowered his loose hold onto his weapon, shooting the weapon into the sky.

At this point, a lot of people were watching the scene, including the main leader of the land.

The blue-shirt man started running for his life, screaming like the canaries, except out of tune and way louder. It was like something you would hear in a horror movie, right after someone would witness a murder.

"W-who are you?" He said, stuttering out of panic.

"Have you ever read Harry Potter? Have you heard of the "Dementors" in Harry Potter? The ghosts would seem fearful and scary, but when you laugh at them, they vanish. Have you heard of them?" I inquire, knowing that he's read it. He just seems like a Harry Potter guy.

"Ye-p-p."

"Well, I am no Dementor, I am your worst nightmare."

: )