"Am I the villain in this story?"
Y/N, who has recently woken up on the DreamSmp meets a guy named Wilbur Soot and it most definitely will change both of their lives forever.
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I was currently collecting flowers, ink and bone meal for some dye. Tommy really wanted me to get Red, Black and white dye for a costume for halloween, while Tubbo wanted also some black but also yellow dye together with some big jungle leaves. We were still exiled from Manburg so there was no chance to get high quality costumes for Halloween. Pogtopia was decorated even creepier than it already was, extra for Tommy and Tubbo.
Wilbur spent hours in caves collecting Webs and bones from Skeletons. Technoblade was making costumes out of leather, I didn't expect him to be a good tailor. I was for about 5 hours now searching for a jungle, not finding anything and already being far from home. I chose to give up, feeling bad for maybe making the brunette sad but there was no chance, when I wanted to be back home before nightfall I would've needed to head home by now.
My gaze went around the landscape, seeing some big dark oak trees. Maybe if I collect some, dye them white and glue them with some Resin on some leather wings. Running towards the woods full with the tall standing trees, the sun went down and the moon rose up, its look mocking me that I didn't get home back in Time. Climbing onto one of the Trees, I could see that some Zombies were already crawling out of the underground, bones of dead animals merging together, making Skeletons which got their bones in their Hand, the bows appearing out of nothing, together with their arrows. They shot at me and after every shot, a new arrow appeared in their Hands
While I was concentrating, hissing that sounded like a cat made its appearance under me. A Creeper. Time for my revenge. Well of course I did not attacked it, there were to many monsters onto the ground, just getting of the Tree and killing it would be suicide! So the best idea that came into my pea sized brain was just spitting at it, disrespecting it. Its green head shot up at me, hissing even more as it walked around the Tree, just waiting for me to fall down.
My Hand grabbed a nearby branch, pulling myself more up to 1. Get more safe and 2. to finally reach those leaves. I wouldn't risk my life with empty hands. The Bag around my shoulders felt heavy, but non the less i kept adding and adding leaves to the point my upper body was dragged down by the gravity. Whos fucking idea was that gravity was a good idea?!. The palms of my Hands started to sweat, getting tired and starting to hurt, the grip of my feet against the bark also vanishing away as I slowly slid down.
Looking to the ground, I could swear that if the creeper could talk, it would celebrate a party down there. WIthout seeing any other changes, I sprang down the tree, slightly tripping before running away from the Creeper. I am getting a Deja vu. Lets pray it doesn't end like last time. This time I didn't make the mistake of looking behind, running past all the mobs in my way. A skeleton shot my leg, making me fall down and groaning in pain. I sure do have that main character's luck don't i?
Before I could even realize what was happening, someone or something tackled the skeleton to the ground, removing every bone on its body before there was laying a pile of bones before me. This 'creature' soon raised their Head, showing me their Face. And it was no other then the fucking tall british man named Wilbur fucking Soot. Really main character energy huh? "Y/n you worried me sick!! Where the hell were you, Flower?!" His arms went around my Waist, kneeling down infront of me, hugging me. He wasn't wearing his usual trench coat with his maroon beanie. His Face was painted with white bonemeal paler then normal, wet red paint drooling out of his right corner of his mouth. He still had his white blouse on, red paint being splattered on it.
"Yes, yes I am okay" I said out of breath, his hands on my cheeks, cupping them and checking for any wounds on my face before placing a gentle kiss on my lips, it was short but sweet like honey and caring like a lion for its cubs. "I was worried sick! Why didn't you come home?" He didn't need to tell me he was worried, I could clearly see that in his face. "I was trying to find a jungle for Tubbos wings." The brunette infront of me let out a sigh, looking at the floor.
"That doesn't matter, the only thing that matters is everyones safety. And Tubbo chose to be a Bee without wings" He chuckled, standing up and offering me his Hand.
