Follow Us || Dream SMP

TWO || KYA || INDECISIVE

Ending 2
Part 1/2
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I had truly no idea what I was doing. I wanted to live - and I was sure of that - but what path should I choose from there?

I could try to stay in the SMP for most of my time.

I could never come back and make them not remember me at all.

I could never come back and allow them to remember.

I could stay mostly in the Lands, and focus on being Elder. Or I could mostly stay in my treehouse.

And I could make any combination of those either.

Regardless, not dying left me with more hard decisions.

If I stay in the SMP, they may 'forgive me' for what I have done. And maybe with this newfound time, I could make real friends.

If I stay in the Lands and focus on being Elder, I could truly lead them through this new era.

And if I take time to myself, I could learn a new way that could work for me. I might even go back to the way things were before I showed myself to them.

I had no idea what to do.

And of all things... that's what scared me.

But if my indecisiveness caused me stress, wouldn't it be better to choose the other option?

But then again, I should probably stick with my choice.

I walked mindlessly through the halls of the castle I found myself to be in charge of - mostly.

This power in this new time gave me so much potential to finally have fun.

After the war, we all just kind of, opened. I truly have no idea why, but then again, that didn't matter.

I couldn't tell if we were free yet, or if this was just another layer we had to make it through before we could be free.

But whatever this was, it brought me to a bustling city, full of light and chatter, yet still holding the same simplicity it always had.

Like all the movies a person would watch with makeshift shops and baskets full of fruit and jewelry. But in contrary to those same movies, there was no huge palace gardens and fences a mile away to keep people away. Anybody could touch the castles from the center. It was the guards that altered who let them in, however.

And maybe this odd fact is what is keeping me here.

"And with this time we all come to see ourselves in, I invite everyone in the Lands to a festival. To celebrate ourselves as a species, and set us aside from any other. I hereby order all people, from all parts of the Lands to spread this message. I will have the guests counted, and I look forward to seeing this population full of potential to show up. And with that, I set you all free for your day."

I aim to truly take charge through this time. Hopefully, my name will be solidified as the first legacy in my people.

Maybe I would stay here.

And maybe I could simple visit the SMP, and go to my treehouse when I want time away.

Maybe this would be much easier than I thought.

And for the first time again this week, I went back to the SMP. I hadn't been here since last time, which did break my daily streak, but I didn't care, not really.

The path found itself to be more empty than usual. Tommy, Foolish, Ant, and Sam had cleared out some of the buildings. Maybe that was a good thing.

And in those buildings' places, a beetroot farm found its way on the ground. This must've been Tubbo's idea. He's the only one to have this kind of idea.

I pulled out one of the beetroots, laughing at it, before placing it down is it's own seed.

Then I saw Tubbo, Sam, and Foolish come down the path, laughing as they approached from Tommy's home.

I just continued my walk. They walked up to me.

"I- I'm sorry Kya." Tubbo said, stuttering, then rushing it out.

He avoided eye contact with me. But then he looked to my face in expectancy for a response.

I shrugged lightly, giving him a sad look. "What do you want me to say?"

"Anything." He pleaded.

"Well I don't know what to say. What happened, happened. You'll see me around soon." I said, shrugging my shoulders and turning around.

Tubbo's face was hurt. He wanted me to stay. He did feel sorry.

"When?" He pleaded. I turned back around.

"Next week. Next month. Or... you could follow us." I told him, pulling the orb that could permanently transform him into a Nightmare out of his pocket and placing it back into his hands.

"What is that?!" Sam yelled as he looked over to us.

"Nothing much. Have good luck with your bank, Sam. And your empty prison." I smiled lightly as I left them, once again.

If he did not make the choice, then the next time I would see him would truly be a mystery. A week, month. If times served that way, maybe even a year.

Wherever it led me to, however, I didn't mind. If my problems were truly as easy as the last few had been, life could give me nothing to fear.
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