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"I'm telling you, I know what I saw!"
"I believe you, I'm just saying! How could you have seen him if he's been missing for years? No one's seen him in decades!"
"I don't know, Gogy, but but I know it was him, I'm sure of it."
“Just… drop it? Please? I don’t like this, it doesn’t feel right.”
“.....”
“Look, I just don’t want something bad to happen to you and this whole thing is creepy. I know you like creepy things but… you know I wouldn’t speak up otherwise.”
“... Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. I… I should just forget about it.”
“I doubt you’ll be able to forget about it, but just… try and let it go?”
“Sure. No more ghost hunting. Come on, let’s get home before the sun goes down.”
“Hey… thanks.”
“Yeah shut up and let’s go.”
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Present day, 2017.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sam.” The man leered into the studio apartment, scanning it carefully. “It’s rather small.”
“Sure it is, but it’s mine!” Sam walked over and sat down on the couch facing a TV stand that held no television itself. “This is a futon so this is where I’ll be sleeping until I can get an actual bad.”
“That is where you’re sleeping? That cannot be healthy!!”
“Skeppy, it’s fine.” Sam leaned back and grimaced a bit. “Besides, I have my eyes on a few of those city yard sale sites for a new bed. I snagged this for like, twenty bucks!”
Skeppy's nose scrunched up at the sight of the futon and sighed. He had helped bring it in the first time before the apartment was cleared out and it didn’t look any better in its new surroundings than it did the first time he saw it. “I mean, it’s not the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen, and as long as you plan on getting an actual mattress, I can let it slide. I don’t know why you didn’t just wanna crash at my place!”
“Because, Skeppy! I can’t keep relying on other people. You and Bad have been roommates for years and there’s hardly enough room for the two of you!” Skeppy sighed and nodded, agreeing with that statement. “I’ll be fine. It’s just until I can afford some real furniture.”
“I don’t know how you found this place.” Skeppy walked over to the only window in the apartment and pulled back the curtains. “It’s the creepiest part of town!”
“I think it just gives it character!” Skeppy looked over to his best friend as he smiled optimistically on the second hand couch. “Don’t you?”
Skeppy shook his head and let out a sigh. “I don’t understand how you’re never bothered or creeped out by things like this.”
“I dunno, never have. My parents even told me stories as a kid where I unplugged my night light and hid under my bed. Said I was looking for my imaginary friend made of shadows or something.” Sam turned and fell back onto his couch, staring up at the ceiling. “I just find the dark comforting.”
“You’re a weird cookie, Sam, but I wouldn’t have you any other way.” Skeppy turned and looked around the empty apartment, one box of Sam's clothes still not put away into the closet and a small box simply labeled “kitchen” sitting on the counter. “Well, I have you all moved in since there wasn’t much. I’ve got practice I need to get to but you can always call me to come back if you snag anything else for this place, okay?”
“Okay! Thank you, Skeppy!”
“I’ll lock the door on my way out.”
Sam listened to the sound of his door closing shut with a click before he smiled. “Worrywart.”
Sam enjoyed the silence around his apartment, the passing of cars on the busy street below mixed in with a few voices as people passed by. It was a nice ambient noise, one he was going to have to get used to but certainly didn’t mind.
It was nice of Skeppy to be concerned about him. After all, when Sam's last job laid him off with no notice, he had to scramble to find a place that he could afford. He didn’t know what he would do without his two best friends helping him out. They had been living together for convenience for years while Sam had a solitary apartment to himself. They always thought it was weird since Sam was very social but even he needed to recharge his batteries alone every once in a while.
He decided to get up and go through what little he still had before making an early dinner. There wasn’t much he could do for entertainment until the internet was hooked up, but he had his laptop and a few things on it that he could play without the internet.
Sure, things weren’t perfect, but he had gotten through worse. He just hoped he was going to be able to sleep well that night.
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Spring, 1996
“Sam?! Sweetie where are you?! Come to mommy, honey!!”
“Mommy!”
“Oh Sam, don’t run off like that! You scared me!”
“Sorry mommy. I made a friend! He was super nice and said we can play later!”
“Not today, sweetie. You know you shouldn’t talk to strangers, okay? Come on, let’s go home. And don’t run off on me like that again!”
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Sam woke up the next morning exhausted. He blinked and groaned, his back crying out in pain. Slowly, he stretched and realised he wasn’t on the futon anymore, but on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.
Not exactly how Sam wanted his first night to go, but he was determined to not let that bring him down. He slowly sat up, wincing as his back cracked, and looked up at the futon. Maybe he just rolled out of bed? There was a discount store a few blocks away, perhaps a few spare pillows would help him sleep better. Besides, he didn’t have anything for breakfast anyway. Time for an adventure!!
Much more optimistic about everything, Sam got up and dug through his box of clothes to get dressed since he didn’t have a dresser yet. He looked out the window at the slightly chilly morning and threw on a light jacket as well. Maybe a coffee wouldn’t be too bad with breakfast….
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“Sam?” Bad called out. “Sam, are you alright?”
Sam blinked a few times and looked over at his friend. “Yeah, why?”
“You seem to be spacing out. Have you been sleeping properly?”
Sam let out a hum and shook his head. “Not really. I can’t seem to get comfortable on the futon. Half the time I wake up on the floor! And I keep having weird dreams…”
“Has this been happening only since you moved into your new abode?”
Sam frowned and shook his head. “No. I mean, I was worried about moving so I was having troubles then too but I’m sure it’ll pass eventually.”
“Perhaps you should look into other methods to help you sleep?”
Sam sighed and looked at Bad before smiling. “Sure, lay it on me, Bad.”
“Oh. Well, if you’re looking for something to lay on top of you, a weighted blanket might be an option.”
Sam chuckled at his friend’s misunderstanding. “Sure, I’ll keep that in mind. What else do you suggest?”
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Late summer, 1987
“Woah, you look awful.”
“Thanks, George. I feel so much better now.”
“Look, I’m just worried! You look like you didn’t sleep at all last night!”
“Ugh yeah, it doesn’t feel like I did. I’ve been having this weird dream this week and last night I just couldn’t fall asleep at all. It felt like someone was staring at me.”
“Well it wasn’t me! And no one else was in our apartment last night!”
“I know, I know…”
“What was your dream about?”
“I was just staring at my bed and not moving. And I kept trying to but it was like I was paralysed and I started to panic. Then I woke up.”
“That's…. A bit weird.”
“Yeah it’s really freaky when it’s happening but it sounds so stupid talking about it.”
“It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you that much. Come on, let’s go to the library and check out a book on dreams and laugh at the stuff it says.”
“Yeah… sure why not?”
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Sam woke up on the floor again and groaned. Luckily, he had thought ahead and placed cushions on where he started falling. He stood up slowly, his feet protesting like he had been on them all night.
“Skeppy was right… I need an actual bed.” he reached up to his side table to turn on the lamp before he froze. The table was bare except for his glasses and his phone. Sam looked up and around his barren apartment before he saw it, sitting underneath the window with the blinds closed.
“How did you manage to get over there?” He slowly walked over, feet protesting the movement. Reaching out, he opened the blinds, unsure of how they were closed in the first place. “A bit of light makes everything better! Now, c’mon lamp. Back to your post.” Sam laughed at his little joke as he picked up his lamp and returned it to the table.
He was getting ready for the say when his phone rang. Running over, he was careful to pick it up and leave the lamp where it was before answering.
“Hello? Skeppy? Sure, I’d love to come over for dinner after work!!”
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“Sam, we are growing more concerned about you lately. You haven’t been sleeping properly in weeks!”
“I’m fine, really. Besides, I think I finally found a bed! It’s more than I want to pay but I honestly think I need it.”
Skeppy let out a sigh of relief and put down a bowl of dinner rolls on the table. “Good. I’ll help you pick it up and bring it to your place, just let me know when, okay?”
“You got it, Skeppy! I can’t wait to sleep in a bed again. I’m sure everything will go back to normal after.”
Bad furrowed his brows but kept quiet, still wary of what was to come.
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Skeppy let out a groan as he awoke to the sound of a chime ringing out repeatedly. “Baaaaaad. Answer your phone.” He nudged his roommate in the back who woke up abruptly with a gasp. “Bad!”
“I got it…” Reaching out, he swiped on his phone, the screen too blurry to read without his glasses. He let out a soft hiss at the right screen before answering. “Hello…?”
“Oh, sorry to wake you up, Bad. Uhm… it’s Sam, by the way.”
“Sam, are you alright?” Bad rubbed his eyes before sitting up, reaching out for his glasses carefully in the dark. “It’s the middle of the night.”
“Yeah, right, sorry, um. I didn’t really plan on calling or anything. You know I’d let you sleep unless it was an emergency. Oh gosh is this an emergency? I’m so sorry I should have just let you sleep, I’ll just go and-”
“Sam. SAM! Breathe. Nice and slow.” Bad put on his glasses and stared at the clock, trying not to panic with his friend. “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”
“Um… I’m not at home.”
“Then where are you?” Bad looked over at Skeppy who was sitting up, confused as to what was going on. Hearing half of the conversation didn’t help or calm his worry.
“The, uh… you know the woods at the edge of town?”
“The-why are you in the woods?”
“I don’t know.... I woke up here and I had my shoes on and I left my phone in my jacket and it’s almost dead but I’m freaking out and I don’t know what’s happening…”
“Skeppy and I can be there shortly to pick you up, okay? No need to panic.” Bad heard a gasp and a muffled static noise coming from the other side of the phone. “Sam?”
“Please hurry… I don’t think I’m alone.”
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Fall, 1987
“George, wake up!”
“Cal, do you have any idea what time it is?” The man grumbled into his pillow. “Let me sleep.”
“No, George, please wake up.” Callahan reached out and shook his friend frantically.
“Okay, geeze, what’s the emergency?” George blinked up at his roommate. “Dream, what’s wrong?” George immediately sat up, looking at his friend’s panicking eyes. “Hey, are you okay?”
“No, I’m really not.”
Callahan looked like he had been in full-blown panic mode for a while. His hair was wild and he looked like he hadn’t slept in a week. George looked down and saw that Callahan had his shoes on, of all things.
“Wait, where did you go?”
“The woods.”
“What for?”
Callahan looked up at his friend as a silent tear slipped down his face. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“I woke up there, George… and I wasn’t alone. I saw him again.”
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“Unacceptable. You are staying with us tonight.”
Sam sat huddled in the back of their car. Skeppy had brought a spare coat as the seasons changed and wrapped it around Sam's shoulders.
“Okay…”
Bad sighed and glanced in the rearview mirror. “We’ve been worried about you, Sam, and you keep shrugging these things off.”
“Yeah.” Skeppy turned around and looked at their friend. “I know creepy stuff never bothered you, but this has got to be weird, even for you.”
“Yeah…”
Skeppy turned to Bad, who tensed up but kept his eyes on the road. “What do you remember, Sam? About tonight.”
Sam shrugged and held the coat closet, staring at the floor of the car. “I dunno. I went to bed like normal and woke up standing in the woods.”
Skeppy nodded and frowned a bit. “And were you alone?”
Sam opened his mouth to answer but froze, growing still. Skeppy patiently waited until their eyes met.
Sam's brown eyes were red from exhaustion and tears. His face still wet from the tracks that he was too tired to wipe away. He sniffed and took a shallow, stuttered breath before he shook his head. “I saw someone.”
“And did you know them?”
“Not personally. But I think I’ve seen them before.”
“How about we go home and try to sleep?” Bad looked in the mirror again. “I’ll take the couch and Sam can share the bed with you, Skeppy.”
“Bad, no-”
“I’m not taking any arguments on this.” Bad cut him off, eyes hard. “You need to sleep in a real bed.”
“I have been sleeping in a real bed!”
Skeppy scoffed. “That hand-me-down is hardly even a bed. I should know, I helped bring it into your apartment.”
“Right…” Sam leaned against the cushions and sighed. “Fine, just for tonight.”
“We can talk about this in the morning, okay?”
Sleep didn’t come easy to any of them that night. Sam called into work and his tired voice alone made his boss give him the day off. Skeppy charged his phone, letting Sam lie in bed scrolling though it as they made him breakfast.
They ate in silence around the table, Sam poking at his food and taking small bites, eating more of it than he thought he would be able to.
“So.” Bad finally spoke up, breaking the silence. “About last night.”
Sam dropped his fork and sighed. “I think it’s best we go back to my apartment. There’s something on my laptop I want to show you guys.”
Skeppy looked at Bad, concerned, before nodding. “Okay, let’s finish up and we can go.”
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Sam turned the knob of his apartment door and tensed as it opened, his keys still in his hand. “Looks like I didn’t lock it…”
Bad and Skeppy shared a concerned look as they all headed in. Skeppy reached for the light switch that Sam seemed to have ignored and blinked at the state of the small apartment.
The lamp was sitting tipped over underneath the window and all the blinds were closed. “A bit dark in here, huh Sam?”
Sam ignored them, reaching for his laptop and pulling it open. The futon was still out, and he sat on it as he waited for his computer to boot up.
“What was it you wanted to show us, Sam?”
“This.” Sam turned his computer around to display a news article.
Man Goes Missing In Woods, Never Found
Bad approached and scanned the news article. “Callahan Stone, 24, was last seen entering the Ward Lake Woods on late Friday morning. Witness says he followed after him but lost his trail. A search part was started--Sam, this is where we found you but… why do you have this on your laptop?”
“Because,” Sam scrolled and pointed to the photo of the missing person. “That’s who I saw in the woods. Callahan Stone.”
“That’s impossible!” Skeppy exclaimed. “This article is from thirty years ago! There’s no way that this is the same person.”
“I know what I saw. This is him, I’m sure of it. And isn’t it weird that I saw him in the same exact woods that I ended up in?”
Bad frowned as he stared at the face of the young man who went missing years ago. He looked up at his best friend, watching as he braced himself for what they had to say next. “Fine. If this is who you think you saw, then I’ll believe you.”
“Wh-Bad! You believe this?” Skeppy said, shocked.
“Well, Sam isn’t known to lie, and if that’s who he thought he saw, I’ll believe him. There’s enough weird stuff going on already, don’t you think?”
“Well yeah, I can believe that.” Skeppy held a hand out, silently asking for the laptop. Sam handed it over and watched as Skeppy scrolled down, pausing at the bottom. “There’s a name and contact in case anyone sees him.”
“Yeah, his best friend George. He was the last one to have ever seen him.” Sam spoke up. “I’ve read just about everything pertaining to his disappearance. What about him?”
“Well,” Skeppy motioned to the screen. “You saw him, didn’t you?”
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Fall, 1987
The disappearance of Callahan Stone
“George, this didn’t work the last two times we tried. Why would it now?”
“Because I don’t have any other ideas!” George cried out, frustrated. “I don’t know what keeps happening other than you seem to sleepwalk right past me. So I’m gonna sit right here.” George sat down, leaning against Callahan's locked door. “And watch you to make sure that nothing happens.”
Callahan sighed and laid down on his bed, pulling the blankets over him. “Thanks for trying anyway, George. I appreciate it.”
“I’m not giving up on you, Calla. You’re my best friend, okay? We’ll figure this out.”
Callahan decided not to answer.
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“Hello? Is this George Notfound?”
“Yes?”
“I’ve come to talk to you about, um… Callahan Stone?”
Sam froze as the line grew quiet. Eventually he heard a sigh from the other end.
“If you’re doing some paper on it, I’m not up to talking.”
“No, nothing like that! Uh, my name is Sam Awedude, and I think I may have seen him?”
“If this is some kind of a prank-”
“No!” Sam cried out. “No, it’s not! I’ve been having these weird Dreams and I guess I've also been sleepwalking? But I woke up in the woods the other day and he was right there, I swear! Oh, goodness, this sounds crazy now that I've said it out loud…”
“ Sleepwalking?” George whispered. “ You were sleepwalking and ended up in those woods.”
“ Oh, Yeah. I know it sounds weird, but trust me! I know what I saw!”
“ Tell me, Sam. Has this happened before? Weird dreams, sleep paralysis, exhaustion after you woke up? Lighting fixtures moving around or breaking?”
Sam felt a cold sensation growing in his chest. Pure panic has everything the older man described was repeated back to him. “Um. Yes, actually.”
“ You need to leave that city immediately.”
“Ex-excuse me?”
“ this goes back farther than you can imagine. Callahan went through all the same stuff. He even saw someone else too.” Sam froze at the news. “His name was Ranboo Iris. He went missing back in the 50s. no one ever found him. He just vanished from his home one day. Then, Callahan tells me he was searching the library and found an old news article. Turns out, this Ranboo guy was who he had seen in the woods. I begged him to just drop it. But it wasn't enough. Whatever he found had decided he was their next target.”
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Fall, 1987
“Callahan!” George shouted, cursing himself for falling asleep. He didn't expect his roommate to go out of the window on the second story, but it was too late for that. Somehow, he made it down relatively safe. Besides the slight limp he had at first, he seemed okay.
But now George had to run after him into the woods, desperately trying to catch up.
“CALLAHAN!!” He was so close, too. While Virgil seemed to be in a hurry, he was merely speed walking. George had woken up to an open window and empty bed, but it was just in time to catch his friend.
He reached out, grabbing his wrist and spinning him around. “Calla, let’s go back, okay?”
Callahan stared at him, as blank as he shook his head. “I made a promise…”
“Calla?”
“I have to keep it. I made a deal. I have to go.”
“ a deal? What kind of deal? When?!” Callahan ripped his hand out of his friend’s grip and turned, sprinting off into the woods. “Callahan?! WAIT, COME BACK!!”
“I spent hours looking For him after that. I called the cops and explained he went missing. They searched those woods for days. No one ever saw him again.”
“Oh my…”
“You need to leave that town immediately before the same thing happens to you, got it?”
“George, dear, who are you on the phone with?”
“No one, Dream, I’ll be right there! …..good luck, Sam. I really hope you make it out of this okay.”
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Sam sat down and talked to Bad and Skeppy about what he had learned. While still a bit skeptical, their worry and concern outweighed everything else.
“ Luckily, you're on a month-to-month basis with your rent since you never signed a lease. We can have you moved out by the end of the month.”
Sam nodded as a Skeppy gathered his things he had only been on his own for a few months and now he was back to square one. “Okay.”
“ I can help sell your stuff while we try and search for a job that is a few towns over. hopefully that's far enough that whatever is going on will pass.”
“Sure.”
Skeppy stopped and approached Sam carefully. “ I'm sorry about all of this, Sam. But we just care about you. This is some strange stuff going on.”
“I know.”
Skeppy smiled a bit. “ We will treat you to dinner tonight and you can stay with us. Then, tomorrow, we'll start getting you away from this place.”
Sam looked up and smiled. “Thanks, Skeppy. I don't know what I'd do without you guys.”
Skeppy smiled back and went back to packing things up. As soon as his back was turned, however, Sam's smile fell.
“Sam, there is one thing I’m still curious about.” Sam turned to Bad as he spoke. “ you had all those articles because you had seen Callahan before. If the forest wasn't the first time… when was it?”
“ my name is Sam! What's yours?”
“.... It used to be Callahan.”
“ Well, what is it now?”
“ I don't know.”
“ well, how come you came out of nowhere?”
“I came from the shadows.”
“ wow! That's so cool! Can you teach me to do that?!”
the man smiled and held out his hand. “Do you promise to come with me one day?”
“To play? I have to ask my mom first! But then can you teach me the shadow trick?”
“Of course.”
“Then I promise!”
“Sam?! Sweetie where are you?”
“Sorry I gotta go. Bye!!”
“Come to mommy honey!”
“Mommy!”
“Oh, Sam, don’t run off like that, you scared me!”
“Sorry mommy. I made a friend! He was super nice and said we can play later!!”
Sam blinked and shook his head. “ a long time ago… and in some of my dreams, I think.”
“ Well, that doesn't matter. We'll get you sorted out of here in no time.”
Sam turned to the window and watched the curtains move with the breeze. He blinked and wondered if there was a draft, since all the windows were closed. It was too cold to have any of them open.
The curtain slowly drifted, pulling itself closed before it stopped.
Sam smirked. Definitely not a draft.
“I think we should go.” the two turned to Sam who was still staring out the window. “It’s been a long day, you know? I just want to hang out with you for today and try and forget about all of this.”
“Of course.” Skeppy put a few things down in a box and dusted his hands. “Let’s go have some fun.”
Sam held open the door and let both his friends leave before turning back into the apartment. He flicked the lights off and stared as it grew dark, suddenly seeing the shadows in his apartment shift around. With a nod, he closed the door and locked it before taking his key and placing it under the doormat before turning around and catching up to his friends.
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“Good night, Skeppy. Good night, Bad.” Sam curled up on the couch and smiled at them. “You guys are the best, you know that?”
“Anything for you, Sam.” Bad nodded, agreeing with Skeppy's statement. “Just wake us if you need anything.”
“Sleep well, Sam. We’ll see you in the morning.”
Sam waited in the dark for a while, staring at the ceiling of his living room. He heard his friends walking around until they finally settled in themselves. He sighed and sat up, getting to his feet silently. Making his way to the front door, he grabbed his shoes and snuck out into the night.
Once outside, Sam slipped on his sneakers and made his way down the street. His hands started shaking and his heart was pounding in his chest as he walked, George's words still ringing in his head.
A Promise.
Sam barely made it to the edge of the park where the woods stretched before he saw him. A dark figure made purely out of shadow was standing at the edge of the woods. Sam froze and stared, blinking a few times to make sure it was actually there before he started walking closer.
“Sam.”
“Callahan, right?”
The figure slowly started to look like the missing man as Sam approached. “His name was Callahan, once, yes.”
“S-so… w-what are you?”
The figure didn’t answer.
“I don’t want to do this.”
“But you promised. It’s your turn, you made the deal.”
Callahan held out his hand and stood there waiting. Sam stared at it, trembling in fear of what he was doing. “If… if I ran away…”
“It wouldn't have mattered.”
Nodding, Sam slowly reached out and took the hand, gasping at how frozen it felt.
“Thank you, Sam.”
Callahan smiled and closed his eyes, the darkness taking his form as he slowly began to disappear. Soon enough, Sam stood at the edge of the field. Alone.
His hand stretched out as if holding another and his eyes were wide in surprise. Then it fell and he blinked before slowly walking into the woods.
Sam knew it was his turn, and the next person to see him wouldn’t be for a long while.
This is Kurīpā he is a creeper he like bothering people and pranks he is the son of sam aka awesamdude
Chapter 9: The Badlands
Delilah grabs the bag and runs. Past Tommy, Past Techno, Past Tubbo. She just runs, just as if she was four again. She runs up countless stairs, on hills and through forests. Until she reaches it. The border separating the Badlands from the rest of the Dream SMP, where she would find them.
Cautiously walking in, Delilah is greeted by a Female. She had black hair and blood red eyes. Her clothing was in a very e-girlish style. There were traces of white powder on her cheeks and nose. On her head were two black horns.
She gives Delilah a smile.
“Hello there, Traveller!” She smiles. ‘My name is Briella, I help run the bakery here.”
“Oh,” Delilah replies. “My name is Delilah. I’m from the Dream SMP.”
Briella grabs Delilah’s hand and drags her to the bakery, Where a taller man was serving someone. His face was fully coloured in a dark grey, with pure white eyes. Like Briella, he had horns on his head, surrounded by wavy dark brown hair. The man was wearing an apron with text on it, ‘Get language, Muffin head.’
The bell rings as Delilah walks through the door.
The Man turns, giving Delilah a good look.
“Do you need me to help Dad?” Briella asks.
So she was his kid. Delilah thought.
“Of course! Here, these muffins need to go in the oven.”
Briella walks behind the counter, putting on an apron.
“Are you gonna just stand there muffin head?” The man laughs. “What would you like to order?”
“Um…” Delilah pauses, looking at the selection. “I’ll have a small chocolate muffin please”
The man nods, grabbing the muffin and putting it in a small box.
“Five coins.” He says, typing into the register.
Delilah gets her pouch from her bag. It isn’t there. She checks her pockets, nothing.
“One second-” Delilah stammered, panic rising in her. A hand is placed on her shoulder.
“I’ll pay for her, also toss in a large latte please.”
Looking next to her, A man, at least two feet taller than her, had his hand on her shoulder. He had short light brown hair with green tips. HIs face was concealed behind a green mask with a creeper face. His grip on her shoulder tightens as The bakery owner hands them their items.
The Green man steered her to an empty booth, sitting opposite her.
“What are you doing here?” He asks.
“I was touring the area.” Delilah smiles, trying to hide her nervousness.
The man nods.
“Carrying a bag that weighs at least 1.6 kg? I don’t think so.”
“Does it look that heavy?”
“I built most of the buildings here, I should know what’s heavy and what's not.” The man laughs. “So cut the crap.”
Delilah feels his eyes looking at her.
“There’s a war coming.” She speaks. “Involving Manburg and possibly the Badlands.”The man lets out a sharp breath..
“So you were sent here to persuade us to join your side.”
“Not… exactly.” Delilah replies. She looks up at the man. “Can I trust you?”
“I mean, I nearly died at the Manburg festival. But I need to know if you’re one of the good guys.” The man lets out a small chuckle.
“Oh, trust me. I’m on neither side.” Delilah replies.
“Well, then, I guess we can trust each other.” The man smiles, “I forgot to mention, My name’s Sam. Well, technically it’s Awesamdude but you know-”
“Delilah. Pleasure to meet you Sam.” Delilah extends her hand, Sam shakes it.
“So, what’s the plan?”
A/N: I'M ALIVE AGAIN! Sorry for the long wait everyone. Anyways, won't be posting much due to school exams and such.
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Did grayscale challenge but I ended up making Sam
Help
I can’t make anything but Dsmp
Base by Coastyreef on TH please help release me from this curse
S. A. M. M. E. R. C. H.
So I wonder if this team would be strong for a Future MCC team. A team of Sapnap, George, BadBoyHalo, and Antfrost. The 4 hunters that hunt Dream in Manhunt.
Sapnap and George have been in a team in MCC 8,9, and 17 without Dream.
The upcoming MCC 21 has Bad and Antfrost in a team.
I do get that the MCC All Stars team was broken. I was wondering what would it be like if it was the Hunters in a MCC team. I am also aware that Awesamdude the fith hunter has started playing MCC since 18.
Thoughts
Dream -> Sueño
GeorgeNotFound -> JorgeNoEncontrado
Callahan -> llamaraunhan
Sapnap -> Savia
Awesamdude -> Impresionantesamamigo
DropsByPonk -> GotasDePonk
BadBoyHalo -> ChicomaloHalo
TommyInnit -> TommyPosada
Punz -> JuegoDePalabras
Purpled -> Morado
Wilbur Soot -> Hollín Wilbur
Jschlatt -> Jschlatt (lol)
Skeppy -> Escéptico
Eret - Eret (lol2)
JackManifoldTV -> TomaMúltipleTV
Nihachu -> Nihachu (lol3)
Quackity -> Calidad
Karl Jacobs -> Carlos Jacobs
Hbomb94 -> BombaH94
Technoblade -> Tecnoblade
Antfrost -> Escarcha
Philza -> Fila
ConnorEatsPants -> ConnorComePantalones
CaptainPuffy -> CapitánHinchada
Vikkstar123 -> Vikkstar123 (lol4)
LazarBeam -> RayoLázaro
Ranboo -> Corrióabucheo
Foolish Gamers -> Jugadores Tontos
Hannahxxrose -> Hannahxxrosa
Slimecicle -> Baba
Michaelmcchill -> Miguelmcchill
Eryn -> Eryn (lol5)
TinaKitten -> TinaKitten (lol6)
BoomerNA -> BoomerNA (lol7)
Seapeekay -> Pisdemarkay
Aimsey -> Apuntasey
YOOOOO LETS GOOOO
THE LIKE GOAL WAS REACHED
(even though he was like hella ratioed)
So have y’all watched L’Manberg the Musical? If you haven’t it’s really good so you should go watch it.
ANYWAY
If your watched it you know that there is chat bots in it.
I happen to really like said chat bots
So last night I decided to start drawing the outline of Awesamchat. Lemme know if you want to get pinged when I color it in! :D
I remember thinking Sam was a good guy then he takes Micheal and kills Ranboo and takes Ponks arm... What was I thinking
(Edited by Sleepypng1)
Word Count: 912
“Sam, can you grab the blue bottle?” Ponk asked, fiddling with a brewing stand and some other experimental equipment.
“This one?” Sam held up a bottle filled with dark blue liquid. Ponk turned around to check if he had the right one.
“No, the lighter blue one,” Ponk shook their head. Sam grabbed a different bottle from the shelf, and held it up. This time, it was filled with a sky blue liquid. Ponk nodded, and the warden walked over and placed it on the desk next to the brewing stand. Ponk poured the contents of the bottle into the top of the brewing stand, along with the green and purple bottles that were already on the desk.
“You really think this is going to work?” Sam leaned on the desk and watched the three potions fuse into one green liquid. Ponk took it out of the stand and turned to Sam.
“I think so. I hope so…” Worry slipped into Ponk’s voice. “I mean, I didn’t put 100% research into it, so what if, instead of gaining hearts you lose them? Or- or-” He was cut off by their lab partner placing a hand on her shoulder.
“Ponk.” Sam looked Ponk directly in the eyes. “You didn’t mess up. Even if your potion doesn’t work the way you intended, it’s not like it’s going to kill me.” Ponk sighed and nodded.
“You’re right. Here,” They handed the potion to Sam. They drank -about half the potion and set it back on the table.
“The flavor could use a bit of work,” They said. Ponk sighed. “But not all potions taste good, so-” He was cut off from trying to backtrack his sentence.
“Do you have more hearts than usual?” Ponk asked hopefully.
“I don’t think s-” Sam started coughing violently and fell to the ground.
“Sam!” Ponk dropped to his knees and put a hand on the man’s forehead. His temperature had dropped extremely low. Sam looked up at him, and Ponk noticed that his eyes now had a grayish tint to them. They frantically started thinking about what to do and how to help.
Okay, first I need to get him somewhere safe. Ponk picked him up and ran out of the experiment center as fast as they could with the weight of the other man on his shoulders. Ponk wasn’t thinking clearly, and she ran into Punz’s house. They threw both himself and Sam onto Bumpkin, Punz’s horse. The horse dashed towards Foolish’s summer house.
Tears spilled from Ponk’s eyes and latched onto the wind, where they flew behind the two and the horse. Foolish’s house seemed like it was millions of blocks away. As the horse went faster and faster, Ponk gripped onto Sam tighter to avoid him falling off. Finally, after what felt like hours, they arrived at the other man’s house.
“Hey, Ponk, what’s u-” Foolish started to say, but he was cut off.
“Foolish, I need you to build something for me,” Ponk said, worry clearly visible in his voice.
“What is it?” Foolish asked, a little concerned from the other’s tone.
“Hospital..” Ponk responded.
“A hospital? Wh…” The shark boy trailed off as Ponk moved to the side to reveal Sam, who by now was looking very ill. “Okay. You go back home and take care of him, I’ll go build it near the community house as soon as I grab the materials from my chest.” Ponk nodded and sped off back to their hermit hole. He put Bumpkin back in Punz’s house, then put Sam on his back and carried him to a spare bed. Ponk felt badly for taking him on the horse ride, but they were so panicked that it just kind of happened.
“Sam? How do you feel?” Ponk asked quietly after putting his partner on the bed.
“Cold… and my vision’s kind of blurry…” Sam responded, so softly that Ponk almost couldn’t hear him.
“Do you want anything..?” Ponk questioned. Sam nodded and put a hand on his stomach, indicating that they were hungry. Ponk turned and rummaged through some food chests before finding some raw chicken, which she then threw into the furnace to start cooking.
Ponk sat down on the floor next to the furnace and thought about what had happened. Where exactly in his potion making did he mess up? Then they remembered the overgrown vines that were hanging on the wall behind his experimentation table. Some of them must have gotten into one of the potions. Just then, a ding came from the furnace. The chicken had finished cooking. Ponk stood up and grabbed the chicken and walked back over to the bed.
Sam took the chicken from the other and started eating in small bites. Ponk sat on the floor again, but this time he leaned back onto the bed. They heard Sam finish the chicken and turn towards the side of the bed where Ponk was sitting. He turned around to face Sam, who was giving Ponk a look that he knew very well what it meant, and had seen many times before. He got up from the floor and climbed into the bed with Sam. The creeper boy was freezing cold, but they were under the covers, so Ponk didn’t really mind. Sam immediately latched onto Ponk and pulled them a bit closer.
“It’s not your fault, you know.” He said. Ponk turned around to argue, but the boy was already asleep.
(Edited by Georeg404)
Sorry i didnt post yesterday but I'm back now :]
Quackity:
Role: Survivor
Character Details: (He/him/spade) After Sam and Tubbo’s deaths, he shut down Las Nevadas and didn’t let anyone leave or enter. Thanks to this, Las Nevadas is one of the only factions with no ongoing cases of Vinean….. For now ;]
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Wilbur Soot:
Role: Survivor
Character Details: (He/him) He was visiting Quackity in Las Nevadas when it got closed completely, so now he’s stuck there for the foreseeable future. He isn't too happy about it lol.
(Edited by Georeg404)
Okay so I'm going to be sharing the character details in pairs, so here are the first two :].
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Ponk:
Role: Head doctor
Character Details: (They/he/she) They accidentally made the Vinean Sickness and is the lead doctor/scientist in the research about said disease. She was experimenting in his lab, trying to make a new potion. The person who drank it was Sam, their lab partner and partner in general. Ponk felt awful about it and mentally beat himself up over it a lot :[. He wants to either cure the disease or die from it.
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Awesamdude:
Role: First infected with Vinean
Character Details: (He/they) Ponk’s partner, both in the lab and in general ;]. He was supposed to test a potion that should have let him harness the power of the earth, but he got Vinean and sadly died in the hospital Ponk ordered to have built. Angst indeed :[.
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The idea for doctor Ponk was from @SSMeifwa205 :D
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Its day 5 right? sry for late post, i didn’t have time earlier. meh, this isn’t the best i’ve done
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