"L'manberg is about 3000 blocks that way," you said, pointing past a looming mountain on the horizon. "Well... what's left of it at least." Dream stood beside you, his eyes looking hazy as he followed your hand. He was silent as he looked around at the land you had claimed for yourself. You built a small house on the edge of a plains biome and a forest. It seemed decent at the time, better than the ruins L'manberg.
"How is... I mean, have you..." Dream spoke quietly, thinking carefully. "...Have you seen Tommy?" He looked at you with an embarrassed expression. You tried to remember the last time you saw him, or anybody for that matter. It's been a couple months and you've been out of the loop of the SMP. "I'm not sure." You answered bluntly, trying not to think too hard about the past. "I see." Dream looked down. His mask tilted slightly, revealing strands of blonde hair.
You turned around and looked at your dirt house. You were too lazy to do much else with it, but at least the basement was decent. Dream turned and looked at the house as well. "Is that really the best you could do?" He asked with a slight chuckle in his tone. You rolled your eyes. "I'm stacked. And I hate building. I'm a miner." You crossed your arms and smirked. Dream raised an eyebrow. "You're a miner? Are you Neurodivergent as well?" "As a matter of fact, I am." You snapped back before he could relish in his poor excuse of a joke. "C'mon, let's go in. The sun's setting." You walked through the door of your dirt house briskly, Dream slowly following.
"I really can't remember." You huffed, standing over your crafting table in the corner. Dream was looking through the various chests lined against the wall. "Did you hit your head or something? Surely you'd remember something about—" You cut him off before he finished. "I don't. I remember Tommy, Schlatt, Wilbur, Tubbo, everyone else. I remember them and somethings that happened, but that's it. I don't know what happened after..." You were frustrated. And you knew Dream knew that. Wouldn't he know more than you anyways? Why does he care? "How did you even get here? You just like... fell out of the sky!" You whipped around to face him. He was already facing you. "You're just know asking that?" He leaned back against the wall, shoving his hands in his hoodie pocket. "Well?" You waited for an answer. He just stood there like an NPC. You sighed. "Whatever. I'm tired, let's sleep." You walked over to your bed and threw yourself onto it. You looked over at Dream who was still standing in the same spot, watching you. You looked at him, then around the room. "Oh yeah." You pointed to a chest next to him. "There's wool and wood in that one. Make yourself at home, I guess." He shook his head, and got the materials out of the chest to make a bed. "G'night, Y/N." He said. You hummed in response before drifting off to sleep.
