Short Stories of the SMP centred around Dream

Free Man (kind of)

-Warning this story isn't proof-read at all. I barely got into writing this story and I even forgot about it! Yet, the idea of this story was intriguing at best, but if I was to start it up again I'd change the plot here and there.- 

Once there was three siblings, each one different from the next. Notch was wise and put this wisdom to use when creating new life. Herobrine was known for his stubborn will and enthusiastic love of chaotic creatures. Fern the calmest of the three, was known for her green thumb. Spending hours of her time attending to the mortal realm.

When Notch created players Herobrine retaliated with zombies and so the two went back and forth. The two were known for bickering, but they always sorted it out in the end. When they didn't the books say the earth trembled at their wrath. The sun hide behind the clouds to avoid their gaze.

When the first Admins arose they fought against their tyrannical leaders. Six out of the ten Admins died but they took down Notch and Fern. Herobrine was locked away for his mind snapped when his siblings died.

Centuries have passed since the tyrannical era of the Creators and now the Ancients run the show. Allowing players to travel across worlds and keeps the rules upheld through their admins...

-Dream has joined the game-

Combat boots hit solid ground. The nausea from cross server travel would have sent a normal person reeling over, but Dream isn't a normal person.

-Sapnap has joined the game-

-GeorgeNotFound has joined the game-

The two of them hit the deck once they made contact with the grounds. Faces twisting in pain before they hurled into a nearby bush. Minutes passed before they could speak without up-chucking.

"How do you stomach it Dream?" Whipping away the leftover remains from his face. "Do you have an iron stomach?" Fingers encroached his boundaries, in retaliation Dream shoved Sapnap away playfully. Radiating a smile from underneath the mask, Dream shrugged off the comment.

"We have all the time in the world to enjoy this world... What'll it be?" Tilting his head he watched his companions carefully. They're posture shifting to a thought provoking stance.

"We could target diamond armour?" First recommendation listed he turned to Sapnap to get his opinion.

The other seemed unbothered by this recommendation. "I guess that works."

Nodding in confirmation, the wandered further into the woods. Wood and stone carefully being crafted into sturdy pickaxes. Furnaces built and bets made they traversed a stray ravine hidden under the canopy.

Shadows danced around the torchlight, seeping into any cravesses they could find. The rhythmic beat of his boots against stone turned to deepslate. Honing his senses to the new environment he carefully weaved his way around lava pools and dead ends. Four hours later and six iron picks later Dream huffed triumphantly at his haul. Thirty-six diamonds, three stacks of gold, four stacks of iron and six stacks of coal. Lapis was over abundant as well, leaving his pockets weeping blue.

Staggering through the winding caves Dream stumbled upon a ruined door. A language he thought long forget etched into the smooth deepslate door. Gingerly placing a hand upon the ruins he watched a faint glow emit itself from the cravings. Red. The colour red travelled up and around the door. Burning the sickly colour into his retinas before fizzling out of existence.

"I've finally found you! It only took four hundred thousand years." A sheepish chuckle escaped him. "Now to open...it." Flashes of days spent chasing his friends across different servers, to calm days spent lounging around. Volcanic clouds rolled in over those memories burning away everything he cared about. "I'll be back my liege, grant me more time to find how to open this door."