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"Hey, (A/N), are you getting ready to stream?"

A (H/C) male nodded, turning to his brunette of a friend. "Yeah. But I'm not sure I'm going to do lore today... I might just do a chill stream with some building."

"Where are you going to build?" His friend snorted, his attention diverting to the cat in his arms. "You literally took up all of (W/N)."

(A/N) shrugged. "I don't know George. Did you forget that we still had the DreamSMP?"

"That's such a dead world, now. But I guess you're right, there is still space to build."

George hummed. "I wonder what Clay's going to do with it."

"It's probably too precious to him to give it up."

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(A/N) gasped as he suddenly woke up, his eyes flying open. Still, he couldn't see anything. As he regained his senses, he realized that his hands were tied around his back, and a blindfold was over his eyes.

But that was the last thing on his mind.

It finally hit him- he wasn't supposed to be here.

Like, actually in the world.

Of course, how could he forget? He wasn't that guy who gets ambushed by a shady group. He was a streamer, a person who gave content to his fans. He was famous for playing a certain game... Minecraft, as it was called.

He certainly wasn't a guy who should be tied up right now.

Why am I here, though? When did God decide to hate on me and make me a target for a cult?

Wait...

Fuck! Where's (U/N)?

(A/N)'s struggles became more prominent as he remembered his companion, a guy that he met quite recently. A guy that could only speak in the enchantment language, he may add.

How he himself knew it? No idea.

Well, at least he kept English. That was an upside.

"I suggest you stop moving before you dislocate your arms."

He stopped as he heard his voice... only it wasn't his voice. Yes, extremely similar, but he didn't have that accent he had.

"Why are we here?" (A/N) snarled in English, knowing very well that (N/N) could understand him. "Where's (U/N)?"

"I can assure you he's fine," The other male shot back, just as cold. "He's with Schlatt right now."

Schlatt? Like the guy who wanted to-

(A/N) stopped his thoughts mid-way. He wasn't thinking straight. 

"What exactly does Schlatt want from us?" He asked, forcing a polite tone. He couldn't risk the guy ignoring him. "What made you so entitled to bring us to him?"

"Schlatt's ready for you." (N/N) completely brushed off his questions, untying him and ripping off the blindfold, pushing him towards a doorway. "I suggest you only talk when you are questioned; nothing else. If you want to live, of course."

(A/N) was reluctant to go through the door, but after seeing the male's face, he slowly opened the door and walked through.

What was waiting for him was a horned man in a crisp black suit and a bloodred tie sitting at a desk, his head bent down.