[Discontinued] The Things Left

14. A Piece Of Outside

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cw // Schlatt

Oh, because this needs saying. I know the issue that's come up with Schlatt again in Twitter, and I am aware that what he did is wrong. However, I cannot speak on behalf of anyone because it is not my place.

I do, however, have to speak on behalf of the character I am writing. The characters I'm writing are those of the Dream SMP, but are influenced on a interpretation I need for a story. I have to spoil a bit of the story by saying that no one is either good or bad, that's up to interpretation that will be based on information I choose to release.

In simpler words, the characters are for a narrative and do not reflect the content creators. I cannot 'delete' Schlatt from my lore without having to remake everything. And no, it's not my excuse. Please don't take it as such.

I know I'm being vague, but like I said; it's not place to speak. I can only say that it's wrong, and that it needs addressing. That's all.

Continue reading if you like. If not, it's fine.

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The blackstone brick walls were polished with dusts, even if the room wasn’t. He followed Techno, the blackstone rough under them. The blue lanterns gave a soft glow, stealing his attention away from the place. He stopped, staring at the lantern and its dancing blue flame. It was mesmerizing and soothing, unlike the yellow and red flames that blazed them before.

“I admire your dedication to details, but we got an issue at hand right now,” Techno interrupted with a light chuckle. He tilted his head slightly, wearing a teasing smile. Fundy flustered, shaking his head. “Let’s get moving before I regret bringing you two here.”

At the end of the corridor, they came face to face with another room. Techno pushed it open, holding it for them. Fundy went into the room, while Ant lingered with a mischievous smile. He frowned, not liking where the interaction was going. Ant was a dilemma, and he had no desire to understand it; not yet at least.

“I feel like we should talk,” Ant said in a hush voice. He glanced at Fundy, admiring the room and trying to figure out the code for the next room. A smile curved as he turned back to Techno, the door closing behind him.

“There’s not much to discuss between us.”

Ant hummed and shrugged, turning away. A soft ‘maybe’ escaped his lips before going to solve the puzzle.

The door opened with another hiss, a bright light welcomed them to an artificial paradise. Robust oak trees with flourishing leaves and shiny apples, a lazy pond, bushes and flowers decorating the dirt. A piece of outside, underground. There were even fishes swimming, and the chirps of birds couldn’t be hidden in the branches. It was beautiful, until their eyes felt on the stone walls surrounding as far as their eyes could see. Stone walls, barely hidden behind vines from the top raining down. Suddenly it wasn’t paradise anymore. They looked up, seeing hardened light blue clay replacing the sky and white hardened clay as a cheap clouds replacement. Ant stepped down from the stairs, taking the view in like the other two. A sense of dread masked their faces.

“What is this place?” His words were barely audible, his eyes interchanged between Techno and Fundy many times. Techno mustered a ‘I don’t know’ while Fundy could only wonder. His guess was as good as his. “Let’s find Schlatt.”

They walked together, closer now. Techno was in front, with the other two following. Fundy held his cape; the past resurfacing from a corner of his memory he thought he left behind.

Night had fallen. Two tiny bodies followed the imaginary path that should’ve taken them home long ago. Pink hair always stood out against the browns and greens of the forest; maybe the yellow sweater was in solidarity. And even in the shadows, they seemed to shine through like targets. A little tug on the red curtains they had stolen that morning made his steps stop, turning back to see worry. He let him hold his makeshift cape.