Follow Us || Dream SMP

KYA || COMPOSURE

I didn't talk to Techno, or Tommy, or Tubbo, or Karl, or Ranboo, or Phil, or Quackity, or... anybody.

I didn't visit the Egg. I didn't visit Dream. I didn't go back home.

Because in the past week, I've been reading the journal. I have seen into every detail, and I've only seen one scenario where it all makes sense.

And what I've uncovered, I would not tell anybody. Even before the war and everything, before the mask, I wouldn't ever show or tell.

So what is the point of changing the fate of it ends the same? The fate was always the same. The fate has always been the same.

Because there will always be people changing it. So in brief terms, there is only one way to change my fate.

And I do not over react. I am too modest to make that mistake.

I have to kill Karl.

He must go.

If there is any single person who has more control over the fate, they are in my way.

But I can't upright kill him, since that would make me a target. However, I can frame his death on a few different people.

The Egg. It would be perfect, since the Egg hates those against or neutral to it. Karl isn't corrupted, so it makes sense.

Techno. Wouldn't be the best, since he has no reason to kill Karl. It would also possibly start a war that doesn't need to happen.

Quackity. Not perfect, but would be easy to come up with a story. Would put a target on my back from him anyway.

So what else is there? There is nothing. No hope to change the future.
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I ran to Kinoko Kingdom, which strangely reminds me of the red area of the Lands. Did that mean it was like home to me?

I saw him working on a bridge with Foolish and... Pokimane? She hardly comes around.

"Hey Karl, Foolish, Poki. I'm Kya, by the way."

"Finally! Another girl." Poki lightly squeals to me from across the new Party Island.

"Hey! We're working on Party Island V2!" He says excitedly as he places down carpets with Poki.

"And I'm building a bridge." Foolish waves from the half-built bridge over the water.

They all had their own things to do- their own contributions. I have no place at all. That's two official people I have no ties to.

If I am not needed, then what is my point for staying here? Where is my role in my own life?

Everybody is supposed to be the heroes of their own story. I have the powers, but not the story.

"Could I help at all? This seems cool." I walked over to the bridge, jumping to the other side where Karl and Poki were.

"Just tell us if it looks good." Karl said as he placed another bit of carpet.

"It's looks great! I love the dance floor, by the way, really brings it together." I nod over to the multicolored bit of ground in the corner of the land.

"We're making a treehouse soon, after I get a railway. Wait... could you help with that?" Karl shot me a questioning look.

"Sure." I say, pulling out my axe and slowly begin to work away at the tree.

I rearranged the leaves to make a crown structure near the top. I made small holes along them to let more light in without getting in their eyes.

Sure, it could be said I enjoyed doing discrecional activities. But was I just doing their work? Was I just being used?