𝕄ℂ𝕐𝕋 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

𝕆𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 ~ 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕆𝕣𝕓

MCYT: Enderian!Orionsound. He needs more love on this app fr

SMP or AU: Afterlife SMP [In honour of him actually making episodes]

Type: Fluff/Wholesome

Pronouns: They/Them

Notes: Y/N=Your Name, and you are a Phantom Origin!

Premise: A compilation of some of times you come in to contact with the Enderian Origin known as Oli [I was listening to Cold Cold Man by Saint Motel whilst writing this hence why it's so wholesome, I'm in a very soft mood]

Trigger warnings: Suspiciously wholesome by my standards

Y/N's POV

The first time I ever met Oli, I was introduced to the high accumulation of decibels he could yell at if he needed help. This interaction could have happened to anyone, I just happened to be at the right place at the right time.

I'd been heading back to my house, past spawn, after helping Lizzie collect some items, just enjoying the scenery. Being a Phantom, and it being day, I was in my invisible form to avoid getting burnt, something I had learned the hard way. It really was a peaceful walk, the wind was gently rustling the tall grass, making is swish from side to side. The breeze was carrying with it the scent of pine from a nearby Taiga, and despite not being able to enjoy the sun, I'm sure that added to the effect.

I was concerned at first hearing someone yell, so I increased my pace, heading to the source. As I got closer, the volume increased and I found myself covering my ears, wondering quite how someone could yell that loud. I wondered at first if they might be a Banshee or a Siren, but quickly shook the thought from my head. I'd read about such things in books, but I had no idea if they were real, let alone hybridised like the creatures me and my friends resembled.

"Hello?" I called out, reaching the crest of the hill looking down to the spawn area.

"Oh thank goodness someone heard!" I didn't recognise the voice, clearly this was someone I hadn't met yet. While I wasn't massively introverted, I hadn't met many of the people from around here, content to follow Lizzie around and be introduced to the ones she was close to. I was just happy to feel welcome in a nice community.

I picked my way through the trees, carefully descending the slope until I had reached the quartz pavilion that people spawned into upon entrance to the world. Lizzie called this place the Afterlife. None of us were dead of course, but it was still dangerous for hybrids in certain other worlds, so she worked to create a hybrid only world where we could all be safe from hunters and those who discriminated against our kind. It took a lot of work and debates with the Watcher Council, but they finally agreed, and this world began.

"Hi?" I called, walking towards the smooth white steps. At my voice, a medium height man with brown hair and a blond fringe wheeled round, searching for the source of the noise. His eyes were purple and the inky blackness of his fingertips that spread up his arms before fading told me he was an Enderian.

"Where are you?" He frowned, the space between his eyebrows creasing with thought.

"Oh, my apologies!" I was still in my invisible form. Once I was sure to be covered by the pavilion roof, I closed my eyes for a second, willing myself back into a solid form.

"Argh!" The Enderian reeled back, startled at my sudden appearance. I laughed slightly, watching him place a hand over his heart as if he was about to go into cardiac arrest. "You seriously scared me!" He accused.

"It wasn't my intention... But it was pretty funny." I chuckled, sticking out a hand to shake. "I'm Y/N, and if the random appearing in thin air didn't give it away, I'm a Phantom."