((The following story(s) are not true to the real lore of the story in the true SMP. This is also the POV of the characters IN the game. Proceed))
Olly threw himself onto Creature, hurling his sword at him only to be deflected and kicked away with extreme power. Creature, the name he had deemed for the dark character, had been fighting him with relentlessness since Fundy woke up from his dream world. His own wings dipped a glitched multicoloured blood, while Creature seemed barely fazed. The dreamscape allowed lots of power to be created out of thin air, so once again Olly's white angel body could only hurl all of his power at the character again.
Olly's sword hooked onto the other axe and sent it flying behind him, crouching as the weapon boomeranged back to Creature, who caught it. The creature paused, suddenly disappearing into a cloud of dust and leaving Olly alone in the quiet dreamscape. He looked around, making eye contact with Fundy who was at the door of his house. Olly waved, turning and walking away slowly. Fundy yelled after him, running to keep up with the winged person.
Fundy gasped at Olly's glitching appearance. It was very hard to look at, making his eyes hurt, but as much as he could put the odd character together, he was a bright white man with a blueish hue around him. He didn't seem to have any garments on, but he also was just several different appearances in one, and eyes couldn't make out anything more than a general skeleton shape. The only solid thing was the giant white feathered wings and his face. He smiled at Fundy.
"Are...Are you ok??" He said a lot louder than he really needed to. "What was that? Where are you fighting him? Are you hurt? Are you hurt?" He repeated himself and his voice shook.
"Fundy," Olly spoke. His voice glitched a bit and echoed in the incoherent land. "I am ok. He is ok too, unfortunately." Fundys canine mouth hung open in shock. Olly shook his wings out and kept walking through the sandy endstone plain.
"Who- Who is he?! What is going on? What is going on?! What is this place?!!" Fundy stared at Olly's form as he descended farther from him. "Hello??" He called, trotting to catch up to Olly. He slid on the sand and threw his arms out to stop the other. Olly stopped and sighed.
"I know nothing more than you." He inquired. Fundy looked at his face, eyes flicking between the visible facial features. Olly looked past Fundy, causing the fox to look too. There sat a house, a familiar one to Fundy. Stairs up to a small deck, a house made of cobblestone and spruce covered in snow. Olly strode towards it, Fundy following. Olly opened the door to the square-shaped house, spotting a ladder up to the top level. Fundy ran towards it, opening the trap door and scrambling in. Olly followed to see Fundy hugging a small zombified piglin, letting out a huge sigh of relief.
"Who?" Olly asked crouching to look at the curious little piglin. "Uh, this, this is Micheal. He's my friend Tubbo and Ranboos adopted child." Olly stared at him. "You're scared." He inquired. Fundy stared back at Olly. "W... What?" He asked, letting Micheal wander over to his cake.
"You are scared for Micheal." Olly motioned to the small overworld piglin. Fundy waited before nodding.
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Fundy gasped as he woke up again. He felt cold and alarmed. Scrambling out of his covers, Fundy burst outside to find snow on spruce trees in every direction. A lantern-lit path went under the trees. Fundy sprinted down the path, having been used to this. "Hello?! Glowy person? Glowy white-winged person????" He yelled, sprinting down the path. At the end of the path, Fundy stumbled to a stop. There was Snowchester, everything burnt and blown up. There were the charred remains of buildings everywhere, a horrible sickening hue around. A janky wooden hanging bridge led up to a floating platform, which had an untouched square house on it. Fundy darted up the bridge yelling in dispear, hoping Micheal would be ok. Blood splatered all over the grass, seemed out of the corners of the house too. It was exactly a horror map. Fundy went up the ladder.
Laying there, untouched, was Olly.
Holding a safe Micheal.
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HALF OF IT JUST DIED!!!!! HJAHAHAHAHAH SO HAVE I
Fundy woke up for the third time. "Hahaha!" He laughed nervously. "What was that??? The- the blurry person, like, like, blew it up??? No no no, they wouldn't have done that! They saved Micheal..." A book thwapped him in the back, making the fox turn around in surprise. "Ow! Huh??? Who threw this at me?" He yelled, jumping around in pure confusion. Finally, he picked up the book and opened it.
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Hey Fundy!
Its me, your dreamscape friend.
My name is Olly.
I will keep Micheal safe. I promise.
Though I am only a figment of someones imagination, so maybe promising isn't really my thing.
Il try.
See you next time though,
Your new friend Olly!
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Olly got up and stretched, yawning from the intence lore. Sometimes he wonders how Tommy does this for a living. He shut down the computer and went downstairs, just in time for Tommy to walk in the front door, having walked the dogs. The canines greeted him enthusiastically, along with Tommy, who hugged him and ruffled his hair. Olly was happy he had Tommy. They were happy together.
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