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∝╬══→ tw: gore/blood/death, injury.
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LOCATION THE DREAM SMP.
" YOU HAVE TO BE ready for anything." a wise man once said. so that's why the dream team was preparing. dream continued striking the punching bag with his fists, stance intricately perfect for his fighting style. the sound of his beaten knuckles and heavy breathing drowned out the music on the LP playing in the background.
meanwhile, george sat to the side against the wall, listening to dream's continuous grunts and strikes of the bag. he was focused on sharpening his knife, examining it every once in a while to see a reflection of himself on the blade—a man he was once fond of.. now a killer. his real fantasies were over-washed by a portrait of a seemingly innocent face in the middle of a calm world. he was willing to break that tranquility for one person.
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A PAIR OF FOOTSTEPS SOUNDED in the room. "are we ready?" phil asked everyone, seeing his friends nod. with the absence of tubbo, he was determined to get the bee boy back.
the syndicate's exit was officially open, everyone piling out and running through a nether portal, the geography transitioning from a green earth to a lava-filled sanctuary. you quickly checked your cords and did a simple equation in your journal, translating the cords and flipping through the pages to find cube IDs and movements. once you were done, you looked up to see everyone awaiting a response. "we got lucky." you professed, making phil quirk an eyebrow in confusion. "in order to follow the sequence, we gotta go through that door straight ahead." you pointed out, everyone spotting a very faint trace of a cube door in the distance.
techno determinedly huffed with a frown, ready to put on a fight. phil nodded. "cmon! let's go." he commanded, leading everyone through the nether. even though ranboo was able to teleport, he kept up with the fast pace of his comrades, helping you and niki get up higher ledges along the way. you navigated through warped forests and other nether biomes, passing through the various scattered blockades of netherrack like it was a piece cake. but then there came the time when you were running on the pre-built bridges of the nether, almost slipping due to the sudden shifts of the cubes, making everyone sprint faster.
the only thing that your math equations—no matter how complex they were—couldn't measure was timing. you assumed that even connor never found a solution to the problem either. so everyone was prepared for the worse... or so you thought. once you were about to reach the cube door—phil so close to turning the handle, the neighboring cube began to shift, causing everyone to panic. phil managed to save niki and techno, him and ranboo pulling them through the open door before the cube could move any farther. then of course, you were last. "NO!" you screamed out, climbing up the ladder. "Y/N!" you heard them all call out at once.
