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∝╬══→ tw: mentions of death and anxiety, threats, yelling, verge of anxiety attack, allusions to sadism, depressive behavior, obsession.
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LOCATION THE SMP.
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⊶⊷⊶⊷ the smp / days after the fires and ponk's death ⊶⊷⊶⊷
FOLLOWING Y/N'S DISAPPEARANCE and the sporadic fires overnight which killed ponk, everyone was in hysterics. most people have stayed with their close friends and agreed that sapnap was the one who committed the arson because of his very obvious appreciation for pyromania. for the very first time, a real conflict arose, and people had to choose sides. they stayed at each other's houses and conversed as if nobody was allowed to speak.
the dream team wasn't expecting this much damage to be done when sapnap took over in order to chase you but lo and behold, it did. they decided to lay low, acting innocent and devastated at the situation at hand when in reality, they were mostly focusing on your disappearance and where you could be. they could care less about losing the community doctor. of course, this meant they were a little less sympathetic towards others unless you were brought into the conversation. that's when they'd finally perk up and talk about you passionately.
overall, they missed you dearly, but their mission statement still stands. george would sometimes walk into you and bad's shared room, staring at your bed and wondering if you'd die one day and respawn here. you'd be back in the dream team's arms and they'd make sure you'd stay forever. you had to be protected. an angel- their angel was sent here just for them. he was slowly succumbing to dream's sadistic ideas, thinking about the feeling of chasing you. it was pleasantly intoxicating and arousing for the time being. after catching you, he'd imagine himself scooping you up in his arms and peppering you in kisses to dissolve the painful marks he'd put on you. everyone would know who you belonged to and he'd get to take care of you. it was essentially a win win.
meanwhile, sapnap and dream stood beside each other doing target practice on the grass floors. dream practiced with knives while sapnap had a bow and arrow, a quiver slung around his back. since their training yard was a short distance behind their house, it was a pretty open area within a confined building made of wood with a half-dome skylight. they decided to keep the doors unlocked for anyone to use even though most people have their own training yards behind their houses as well. nobody on the other side of the smp would come all the way to the westside in order to use a training yard when they could build their own. but it was just nice to know that the dream team's training yard can have less maintenance and that practically no one goes there despite it being at the public's disposal. it was a very serene, comforting area with the sole focus of improving one's skills.
