The Little Difference

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November 28th, 2020

After a while, the three of them regrouped, Ranboo carrying a good amount of debris in his inventory. "Are you satisfied? We can go look for more if you want." Ranboo shook his head. "It's alright, this is enough for now. Thank you, guys." Tommy and Tubbo smiled, before they all went back to the Overworld. As Ranboo stepped into the portal, he felt eyes on him, making him turn before spotting someone in the lava. His hair was aflame, eyes bright red and glaring at him. "Who is that...?" Ranboo asked, before he warped to the Overworld. He shook it off, before running after his friends.

"Come on, big man! For someone who's so tall you move so slow!" Tommy yelled, as Ranboo ran after them. He had sparked a little race between the three of them, Tubbo currently leading. Ranboo smiled, before he sped up, catching up immediately to Tommy, who squeaked in surprise. "What! Wait come back here!" He yelled, as Ranboo passed him and ran up the stairs to Tommy's hobbit hole. "Too slow!" Ranboo whooped, as he reached the borders of L'Manburg, high-fiving Tubbo, who panted softly next to him.

"You prick! I wasn't expecting that!" Tommy said, as he flopped onto the ground gasping for air. Ranboo chuckled, before they jumped as Wilbur clapped. "You three really are growing fast." Tommy raised his head to look at Wilbur with a confused look. "What the fuck does that mean?"

Wilbur simply smiled, before waking away. The three of them stared at the man's retreating back, before flopping back onto the ground.

Unbeknownst to them, two figures were staring, one hair aflame with anger and the other eyes cold with despise. GeorgieHD and Pandas stared at the three teens, before Georgie shook his head. "Let's go, Pandas. We have some plans to figure out." Pandas nodded, before they both disappeared, leaving behind a burnt patch of grass and a few mushrooms in the ground.

Elsewhere, not in the Dream SMP...

Kristen, the Goddess Of Death, beloved wife to Philza, her Angel of Death and mother to Wilbur, Tommy, Techno and Tubbo, felt a chill crawl up her spine. "That's not good." She muttered, opening her link to all the existing servers. She looked through the servers, trying to sense the aura of death that should surround her latest victim, before staring in shock at one server, coated in death.

Dream's SMP.

She shook off her shock, before looking at the crow perched on her desk. "Chat..." The crow raised its head.

Yes? What's wrong Mumza? The crow asked, as it looked at Mumza worriedly. "Please go tell Phil to come see me." She said softly, petting Chat's head. The crow nodded, before it flapped its wings and flew out into the line of Servers.

Mukza stared at the SMP, before shaking her head. Just what will happen there...

Back to the SMP

Phil was simply mining in one of the caverns when Chat started calling for him, making him look around. "Chat? I'm down in the Caverns!" He yelled, before the crow appeared beside him, perching on his shoulder. "Dadza, mumza is looking for you! Come, come!" Chat chirped, as Phil blinked. "Right now?" Chat nodded, making him hum as he took out his Communicator.

Ph1LzA: I'm going to visit my wife for a few minutes, boys. Don't be so rowdy and cause trouble now.

He watched as a variety of 'Ok' was sent back by all of his respective adopted sons, before he flew out through the Nether Roof through a Server Portal. As he flew through the multiple servers, he spotted his wife's little nook, landing gently on the flower covered ground. "Kristen? I'm outside." He said softly, knocking on the door. "Come in, Phil." Phil blinked at the soft, sad tone she bore. This must've been more serious than he thought. He opened the door and jumped as Kristen's black tears fell near him.

"Kristen!? What's wrong?!" Phil asked urgently, as he flew up to comfort his beloved. She bit her lip, a sign that she couldn't tell him what the problem was exactly, but it was bad. "Kristen? Is it that bad?" Phil asked softly, as Kristen sighed. "Yes, very. I can't tell you much, all I can say is it is very dark the clouds that hang above Dream SMP." Phil paled slightly. That's Kristen's way of saying 'Many will die'. "Are you sure?" Kristen nodded, glancing at the server's screen, shrouded in black clouds and an eerie smell of death. It was her own scent and she was terrified of it.

Especially when all she can think about are her many adopted sons all congregated on said SMP.

Bleehhh this one is short ueueue