Dsmp OS

Sacrifice - RANBOO

I knew I had done the right thing when I saw him laughing with his friends again.

I had always been a side character, no one really knew me and most people didn't even know I existed. Day after day I walked on the fresh grass of the fields, the hard stones of the mountains and the creaky wood of the prime path. I always knew what was going on in this world, I watched the events from the shadows of the trees and listened to the conversations of the people.

I knew that Dream was the bad guy in this story and that Tommy was suffering under him.
I knew that Karl could time travel and that Tubbo had nukes in his bunker.
I knew everything about everyone, but never intervened in what was happening.
I watched so many people die, experienced so many ghosts being revived or trapped in Limbo forever.
Never did I do anything.
I let people die, be manipulated, changed and traumatized forever.

Until this boy appeared.
He reminded me of an enderman, but half of his face was white.
A thousand theories ran through my head when I first saw him.
Dream had chased him through the landscape, sword in hand, ready to take his first of three lives.

Since that day, I had watched the boy more closely.
The other people became less important, the events less interesting.
There was something about the boy that fascinated me.
His humor was almost like mine, only better.
His laughter put a smile on the faces of all the people who were with him.
Everyone liked him, and so did Tubbo.

Tubbo and Ranboo had gotten married a few months ago and now they had also adopted a son.
Michael.
A delightful boy who was protected and loved by his parents.
He had found a wonderful home.

But Sam kidnapped him just before he put Ranboo in jail.
I didn't know the reasons why, and I probably never would.

Shortly after the Enderman was put in the big building, a pig stepped in; Technoblade.
He has been involved in many wars and battles, from which he has made it out alive every time. His opponents rather... less so.

Dream had been in prison in this world for some time, but he still had one favor left with Technoblade. And now the blood god redeemed it by breaking into the well-secured building and freeing Dream, as well as ConnorEatsPants and Ranboo.

To this day, no one knows why Connor was in prison. Not even he himself.

When they made it out of the building, they were already awaited; the entire population of the world had gathered as soon as they heard that the prison had been broken into.

As always, I watched from a distance. Dream fled, Sam took Ranboo hostage, and Technoblade screamed.

Pain.
That was what I felt when I saw Sam, the guard of the prison, ram a sword into the chest of the enderman, who lost his life with a single scream and slumped down.

Everyone was shocked when the boy did not open his eyes again, falling lifeless to the ground while the guard pulled the sword out of him.
Everyone thought he had three lives left.
No one had watched how he had lost his other two lives before and how his third one was now taken from him.
Just me.

I knew this was where it would end for the young man.
Stabbed by the person who was supposed to protect him.
A guard. A guard who thought he could bring the server's greatest threat to a halt. A guard who thought he had won when he took Ranboo hostage. A guard who thought he had the upper hand in the situation.

A guard who kidnapped a child and murdered his father, without a purpose.

Because Dream ran away, Dream was free, Dream could now continue to play his games.
The server's greatest threat had been freed and now an innocent had died for it.

I wanted to avenge his death, but knew it would do me no good. I saw the tears of the enderman's friends, the tears of Technoblade, which he quickly wiped away before disappearing.

I had seen it all.

The suffering of the people, the joy that Ranboo spread, the decisions that people made from day to day.
Never did I think I would make a decision myself someday.

But as I watched Tommy and Tubbo lying in each other's arms, crying and screaming, I knew what I had to do.

Never before had someone sacrificed their life for another's, not to bring someone back from the dead.
But that would change today, even if no one ever knew me.

I will do my job in this world, I swore to myself in that second.
And that's why I gave up my life for his.

I knew I had done the right thing when I saw him laughing with his friends again.
Finally I could give him back what he had given me.