Only Just Began - A Short DreamSMP Based Story

Chapter 1 - The deceiving Valley

The feeling struck. The feeling in which things are too perfect, as if you are in debt of bad luck. It was as if there was a leak, but the hole could not be found. It was as if they were swimming in an exemplary yet diverting ocean, however the ocean was bottomless and filled with unfamiliarity. It seemed too good to be true, with Phil and Techno watching Tubbo and Tommy play with bees drinking warm tea in the middle of winter. The vivid laughter of the two boys was like music to their ears. The crisp snow gently falling in the cottage they shared. It was like the calm, nautical and still waters before a storm, it wouldn't last forever.

Technoblade was trying to enjoy his time, but had a constant nagging feeling in the back of his head. He tried to ignore it but the voices grew louder and louder. He felt someone watching him, staring him down, waiting to strike. He felt vulnerable. At this point, the voices were shouting. Screaming. Telling him to run. To protect the children. Most importantly, to protect Phil . Phil stared at him with concern and Techno had realized his fists were clenched, his sword was drawn, and the children had stopped playing to stare at him, their big, innocent eyes filling with worry. Techno grinned at them, smiling apologetically.

"Sorry.. I don't know what came over me!" He said to Tubbo and Tommy. They couldn't know about the voices in his head. But Phil knew, and stared him down, not with anger, but with worry. Techno gave him a look that said "we'll talk about it later". Phil nodded and beckoned for the boys to keep playing.

Suddenly, the wind grew still. The trees stopped rustling. The birds stopped singing. Just as his enemy fired an arrow, techno stood up and tackled Phil, knowing his enemy would aim for the thing he cared about the most. The arrow whistled past his ear as Tubbo cried in fear and Tommy grabbed his hand and they ran inside together. Phil yelled out in confusion as Techno hurriedly got up and ran, sword drawn, to face the fight he had put off long ago. He was here.