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KYA || AFTERMATH

(A/N: this may be confusing for a bit. I promise it's worth it)
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I remember it all. As though I blinked.

Barren lands were clearly seen. A thick smoke or layers of dust. Some remained, but little to what once was. It was clear. It was obvious.

I don't remember how long it's been since I've been separated. On a good note, he was dead.

After all things, the useless god was dead.

But perhaps allies were, too.

I picked myself off my feet, fresh wounds and scrapes covering my body. Now, I would own more scars, but not just on my face.

I could've ran to get back to my treehouse, if it still stood. I could've ran back to the SMP, if people noticed my absence.

The castles still stood broadly, being one of few things that could hold that same standard.

I walked inside them, seeing nobody, contrary to the idly standing guards that were to kill intruders.

They should all be safe. Far away, yet safe.

I walked into the room, where I would have usually found my father. But of all people, I was sure he wouldn't return.

So I walked to the platform. A navy and gold crown. Intricate, yet simple. I picked it up gently, placing it upon my battered head and messy hair.

For once in my life, I was at peace.

But I would need to leave. With the crown on my head. Find those who were in hiding.

Find those who followed the orders of a man who went and fought...

... and died too.

I glanced over, seeing a dainty mask holding a few things. A few carvings. A few messages. And all of them would lead back to the beginning of everything before there was any such thing as existence.

I picked up my feet and put one in front of the other, making my way back out into the Lands. Or what used to be of them.

Not so long ago, clear images of merchants, thieves, smiles - not really - , and well, what seemed like living code could have filled ones vision.

And though I could go on and say it would be a tough journey. A long and hard one that would test my limits, it wouldn't.

We'd repair in a year, at a slow pace.

We were all quick beings.

So I called them. Gave the call to go home. Sure, they were shocked at first, but they were fine.

Construction began immediately.

And while they fixed their homes off of money that we didn't care about, I took my usual stroll through the SMP.

A brave look on my face came with me. And of course, Tubbo saw me first.

"What are you doing?" He asked as though I was dumb.

"I'm done, Tubbo. I fought a war. Killed them all. And I'm fine. If anything, the gods made a resilient species." I told him, smiling. And for the first time in forever, it wasn't underneath my mask. He could see my face.

All the smiles and smirks I hid underneath a piece of plastic. Every movement of my perfectly white eyes. The uneven speckles of my changing skin tone.

It was all to be seen.

As well as the crown on my head. With a gold base and bright blue pendants and gems, with smaller green and red ones.