Out of Sight, Out of Mind (Dreamsmp au)

Disclaimer this is NOT my work the orgainl is on Ao3

DreamSMP looked and looked, painstakingly reading through his own code-the bits he could read, anyway. When had he gotten so jumbled? It felt almost as incoherent as his actual thought processes. How ridiculous.

Technoblade's code should have stood out; he was a unique character, and he hadn't been around long, so he should have looked noticeably different from the rest of the server. But every time DreamSMP thought he'd found it, it traced back to the player-like thing wandering around L'Manberg, passing by the same houses over and over.

What was going on?

Or: when Dream's friends get invited to join his new server, there are a few things they don't know:

1. The admin who invited them is not the same man who used to play manhunt with them.
2. The world is alive and has its own ideas about how this story should go.
3. They can never leave this server-oh, wait, that one was actually common knowledge.

Perhaps it's a good thing the old Dream never lived to see everything go terribly wrong.

***No cursing or graphic content, but this is a dark story, and it contains horror elements, hence the rating.