~•Talking to the moon•~

Chapter Eighteen

The regret immediately went away to his cold,  stupid mask that he made a moment ago as he entered the smp to pass by.  He wanted to show to everyone that he was somewhat okay to make everyone think that he is. To stay out of his way too.  He didn't want their sympathy. 

His strides were large.  Larger than the ones he took before.  He looked rather confident,  but he just wanted to be home much more faster so he can start planning for something. He wanted revenge,  but he didn't have anyone on his side.  If he wanted this to work,  he would have to train and grind for materials.

As if training wasn't hard enough,  he'd still have to go out of his way for his items. Revenge didn't come on a silver platter, you had to do it yourself.

And they were certainly best served cold and he had a perfect freezer for that.

Something told him that he shouldn't go on with this. That he'd turn out to be like his best friend in the end and he almost stopped what he was doing before continuing on. 

So what if he becomes a "monster" to everyone? If that's what they want to think of a grieving man then so be it.  Opinions didn't matter to him and it certainly will not.

The plan was simple enough for him.  Take down one of the most influential people inside the smp. Maybe Tommy.  He wouldn't lie when he said he didn't feel sort of guilty with the thought.  The child has been through a lot after all.

But,  as he said,  revenge is best served cold and what better way to serve that other than serving them the body of the child that they so desperately wanted to save from his best friend?

It showed that he wasn't the only monster in here and no one would even suspect him. Perks of being in a shadow.  Even if he was a suspect,  there would still be a lot of people to pass by before it got to him and he would've already escaped by then.  That or wiped them out.  Whichever went first.

The plan was simple,  correct? He just had to be lucky and smart about this whole strategy. If not,  well,  things could go very bad for him and he'd meet his best friend sooner than later and that his revenge wouldn't even matter in the end.

He didn't want that.  He wanted them to pay. Yeah,  it was a pretty dumb reason to turn into a monster, but who cares at this point?  Nothing was logical in this place anymore.  There's a half enderman,  the monsters in general here, and there's even a so called Blood god!  So,  who cares if he turns into a villain? Not him.  It wasn't going to be his problem.

It wasn't that hard to kill.  Just turn off your emotions and empathy and you're done.  Swipe down with an axe as hard as you can.  Well, it genuinely wasn't simple since there's a lot more things you had to consider if you want it clean and perfect,  but you get the drift.

His brown eyes stayed clueless as everyone around him gave looks of sympathy like they meant it.  He knew that behind those fake sympathy lies te satisfaction on seeing someone so torn up over his death. To see someone not being part of the society they live in and seeing them struggle to live like them.  It wasn't that hard to see that everyone were monsters.

Even the man that was walking on the pavement right now as the same time as him.  Brown hair.  Mismatched eyes. Clueless look. Yes,  he was talking about himself.

It didn't take a fool to figure out something big was coming. 

Wilbur was even accepted back into the smp and he's been getting the help he needed.  Trust issues were still used as a barrier for the others,  but he learned to get well with them faster than before.  Even a villain knew that they needed help and company from time to time.

To George,  he wasn't even a villain in the first place.  I mean,  he did lose everything he's ever worked hard for to a man that suddenly just joined the smp in a drunken state because your vice president wanted him as a person to promote their side.  How horrible that went,  he can't even put it into words anymore.

It didn't even give him the satisfaction of winning the elections in the first place.  He liked winning,  but this was something he didn't want to win in.  Really,  it wasn't.  He just wanted to have fun and compete with someone in a competition he knew he wouldn't win in the first place.  That's what fun is.

Not whatever the sick, twisted vermin they did to his best friend.

Well,  his best friend's way of fun was something to question as well,  but his thoughts were just consumed by anger to the world and not him.

Maybe he should start focusing on his best friend's fault too.

He was misunderstood,  yes,  but he can understand why some turned a blind eye to his call for help.  Traumatizing someone was enough,  but a minor was worse than doing that for an adult, especially if the said child just finished a war and was still having severe traumatic thoughts from them.  After all,  he did lose two of his lives in the war and his country was recently betrayed and blown up.

Tommy was an understandable man to hate Dream, so do the rest of his countrymen,  but what about the others? He doesn't remember Dream doing anything to them at all and to drop him just the instant they heard about Tommy's useless hollering? To be by his side in a minute he yelled something Out?  Heck,  he wouldn't even be surprised if Tommy said something false just to get everyone on his side.

George just couldn't think straight anymore. He wanted to think about the faults his best friend did as well,  but his anger for everyone else overpowered it.

He really was blind to the monster they told him,  only seeing the boy that cried out for him.