Your Dsmp Limbo (A Dsmp Story)

Chapter 1: The Limbo

Y/N's POV:

I've always wanted to fly. Grow wings and take the skies. Jump of a building, and as I'm falling, start flying. That probably sounds weird out loud. I think it's amazing if I were to fly. I love to feel the wind on my face as it blows my hair back. The world we live in is weird. I had a dream a couple months ago about a strange person telling me about the limbo. They said that it was a weird place or state and that no one really knows what it is. Some say it is a place you go when you die. Others say its a state that you are in when looking for what to do next. The person told me that it's supposed to resemble the place where you feel most comfort. A place where you can go to feel safe, and look for an answer. But they told me that my limbo is different. That I could access my limbo when ever I wanted to. But they warned me that if I do access it, I will be stuck there for a uncertain amount of time. And if anyone else is part of my limbo, they will have to live it out with me. If I do chose to go there, time will stop until I get back out. They didn't tell me what my limbo is though. All I have to do is say when.

That dream has been on my mind a lot lately. Stuff hasn't been going so good. Just a month ago, my "bestie" and I got into a fight. I haven't spoke to her since. But that doesn't mean she hasn't been on my mind. My parents know about the fight, and they do there very best to comfort me when ever they can. I doesn't do much. My grades have been slipping. I used to have all A's. Now its more like all C's and D's. The teachers do their best to help me, I just can't seem to focus. My mind is always wondering. My eyes are always puffy and red from crying. I don't have any more friends and I'm not intrested in having any more. The only thing that seems to bring me happiness anymore, is opening my laptop after school, and seeing that all my favorite people are live. Watching their lives always makes me laugh. Ranboo, Tubbo, Philza, Dream, and everyone is my way of comfort. The Dream smp has changed my life so much. My bestie also had watched them. But, she slowly started to drift away from the fandom. I hope that doesn't happen to me at all. Never.

Now here I am. Sitting in math class, talking to myself. Only 10 minutes until the bell rings and I run to my bus to get home. The teacher heads over to me with my quiz. I hate algebra, fractions, and everything that has to do with math. Especially square root, which is what we are working on now. I hope I do well on it. I've already gotten a 32% on my science paper, and a 29% on my english paragraph. I have zero faith in myself though. She hands me the paper with a 5 out of 34. Another F. I'm not surprised though. The only thing I got correct is the problems about PEMDAS. Thats like the only math thing I'm good at. I spend the rest of the class day dreaming about what the streamers are gonna do tonight. Before I know it, the last bell rings and I spring out of my seat. I put the failed quiz in my bag and sprint out of the classroom, out of the school, and instead of going to the bus, I decide to walk home. It's only a couple blocks away. I want to get enough excerise before I stare at a screen for the rest of the night. Besides, I like the quiet, unlike on the bus.

After a 30 minute walk home, I finally arrive at my house. I open the door to see my mom and dad on the couch. I say hi to them and hurry up stairs. They don't know about my grades yet. I plan to tell them after the lives. When I get to my room, I throw my bag on my bed and go over to my desk. I expect to find my laptop sitting on the top right corner of my desk, yet its not there. I search my desk. Then search my room. I couldn't find it. I walk down stairs to ask my parents if they have seen it.

"Have you seen my laptop?" I ask them.

"Y/N, theres something we need to talk about." My mom says. I stand there on the stairs frozen. What are they gonna say? My parents get off the couch and walk over to the table. They wave me over to come sit with them. I sit across from them, still frozen in fear.

"We got a call from your school today." My dad starts. "They told us about your grades. What's going on?". I stay silent, unable to speak.

"We understand that lifes been hard recently but you should have told us. We need to know about this type of stuff." My mom says.

"Do you know where my laptop is?" I ask, ingoring what they just said. "Everyone is about to go live in a couple of minutes."

"That's not important right now." Dad says. "We will be holding onto your laptop until your grades are figured out." I feel tears start to form in my eyes.

"Please! Don't take my laptop away! I need to watch their lives!" I plead. The tears in my eyes start to become more heavy.

"You don't need to watch their lives every day. A couple days with out it will be okay." Mom says. The back of my throat becames soar and dry. I can feel the tears start to escape. I run up stairs to my bedroom before the first tear falls. I lock the door behind me and collaspe on the floor. All I want to do is watch the lives.

My parents knock on my door, but I do not answer. After a hour, they tell me supper is ready. I tell them I'm not hungry. I wonder why this bothers me so much? Am I really that attached. I've been crying for the past 2 hours, now the time is around 7 PM. I change into my pajamas and lay in bed, staring at the glowing stars on my ceiling from when I was 10. My head hurts from the crying. My eyes sting. My throat is still dry. I can feel myself become more tired. Why does this all have to happen? Why did I have to get into that fight? Why can't I have perfect grades? These questions make more tears form in my eyes. Then the memory of the dream about the limbo pops into my mind. The place to get away. My comfort spot. But what is my limbo? What would I do in it? These questions make me more tired. My stomach sinks down as I think of the limbo more. I place where I can access at any time, but have no idea where it is or what it has. Everything has been crazy, and maybe I do need a break. I feel myself falling asleep. As I close my eyes, I speak to myself.

"My comfort spot." I say to myself. "A place to go find answers." I think for a second. "I'm ready." I say. After that I fall asleep.

I woke up to find myself in a forest. I'm frozen in shock and fear. Where am I? I look down as the ground. The ground is grass, not my carpet bedroom. I notice my hands. They looked as if I drew myself in a drawing. I examined my clothes. I was wearing my regualr pajamas. Now I'm wearing a grey t-shirt, a pair of black pants and sneakers. I felt my hair, still the same as it was. That's when I felt it. Something was on my back. I quickly reached my arm back to feel it. It felt soft and feathery? I saw it out of the corner of my eye. I had wings.

White ones. Just like I had imagined they would be. I felt something vibrate on my waist. I looked down and saw something hooked onto my pants. I took it off of my pants. It looked like one of those flip phones, but horizontal. I opened it. Inside was a screen and a keyboard. The screen lit up.

Please type in gamertag:

I typed in Y/N and hit enter. The screen loaded. It showed it was on a tab called Chat. There were other tabs as well, Data and Server. I closed the device and hooked it back onto my pants. I looked around. I was in a forest. The trees looked fimaliar for some reason. I started walking. I eventually stumbled upon an open area. There was a strange structer in the middle. The structure also looked similar as well. It was only until I saw what was beyond that structure that I realized where I was.

I ran up to the side of the hill. The forest, the weird structure, the device hooked to my pants. It all made since now. I was in the limbo. And my limbo, was the Dream smp. The device was my communicator, that was why it had Chat as one of the tabs. The weird structure was the original nether portal. And beyond the water, was the entire smp. Destroyed L'manburg, Las Nevadas, even the prison, where Dream is being held. Everything made since know. I was in the Dream smp. I was standing in the Dream smp, but as if I was in on of those comic versions on youtube. I was what my avatar would be in minecraft. I had wings.

"Hello?" someone behind me spoke.

I turned my head around slowly. As soon as I saw them, I knew exactly who I was talking to.

"Philza?"