Callahan/SMP

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Trigger Warnings: Caps

Chapter name from "Pompeii" by Bastille

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Chapter Eleven: And the Walls (Kept Tumbling Down)

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Slimecicle knew how to use words. He could understand them, and he could speak. But sometimes, he felt like words were... too small.

Too small to truly capture a moment, a feeling. After all, words were just words. Letters are combined to make sounds, the sounds used to describe things.

So many words, but not enough to truly shed light. A sunset, for example, could be described as majestic, colorful, or glowing, but those were just words. Sounds. What noise can you possibly make that captures the moment of release? The glory of the sun, setting the stage for the moon and her children?

Silver, peaceful, serene, mysterious was the moon. Dazzling, hypnotizing, argent, lovely. Charlie had taught Slimecicle many words. But what use were they?

Sure, they could help you visualize a scene, yet you'd never experience the truth. Slimecicle could say he felt happy, staring at the moon. Or blissful, calm, or content. But could you ever feel what he was feeling, just based on those words? No.

So many words, all meaning the same thing, yet none of them make a difference.

The way you spoke was part of your personality. Tommy was loud, brash, and open. His sharp tongue and quick wit made him enjoyable. Ranboo was shy and calm, someone who patiently listened to you. Purpled was quiet and only spoke when necessary. He always got the point across.

In all the words they use, in all their tones of speaking, they were only expressing their thoughts and nothing more. So, how does the way you speak give other people an understanding of you?

Slimecicle was confused by words. He didn't feel they were necessary. But what would life be like without them? Without a way to express yourself?

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A loud thud stabbed the calm in the library.

"TUBBO! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck— Oh my GODS." Tommy's cackle rang out, startling Ranboo.

Slimecicle nervously glanced towards Callahan and Purpled at the table. They were both staring at the scene.

"PURPLED'S GONNA MURDER US!" Tommy shrieked hysterically.

"He wouldn't have found out if you hadn't screamed like that," Tubbo grumbled.

Too late. Purpled was already approaching, with Callahan at his heels. He scowled at Tommy. "What happened here?" His violet gaze shifted from Tubbo's guilty face to Tommy cackling, to Ranboo trembling. A large bluish crystal lay on the carpeted floor.

"Tubbo of Snowchester knocked it over," Slimecicle smiles innocently.

Purpled sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He leaned down to pick up the stone, exasperation written across his face.

Callahan grinned and signed something with his hands.

Purpled sighed again. "I know, right?"

"We're sorry," Tommy smiled sweetly.

"For knocking over your stuff," Tubbo added angelically.

Callahan petted Tommy on the head and waved to him. "It's okay, we were done anyway. Come talk to me," Purpled translated.

"Uh, okay," Tommy shrugged and followed Callahan away. Purpled watched Callahan take out a piece of paper and a quill, and, sighing again, turned away and approached a bookshelf.

Slimecicle noticed how Tubbo and Ranboo sat down on the carpet together, They whispered to each other, foreheads nearly touching. He looked again at Purpled, selecting a thick volume from the shelf, and decided to socialize.

"Hello."

Purpled looked up from his book, blinked in acknowledgment, and resumed.

"What are you reading?" Slime slid into the seat next to him, trying to peek over his shoulder.

"Greek mythology," Purpled replies. Slimecicle stared, confused by the jumble of symbols. They looked like the ones on his List, back at the lab in L'Manberg.

"What do these symbols mean?" Slime asked, pointing to the scrawls of ink on the paper.

"Those symbols are letters. Letters, when put together, make words," Charlie explained patiently.

"What do my words say?"

"Eight fifty-nine, test one, subject's reactions to substances."

The only times Slimecicle had seen words before were on his schedule and on signs he passed in the laboratory. Charlie had told him what they all meant. Now, here he was, with a group of people he's only known for a week or two, staring at a volume of Greek mythology.

"Want me to read some to you?" Purpled offers calmly. Slimecicle pauses, startled. Did he actually just—

At Slimecicle's bewilderment, Purpled tilts his head. "You don't have to, you know. Go off and do what you do."

"Please read me some," Slimecicle said sincerely.

Purpled blinks. "Alright." He flips to a random page and reads the title as "The Boy Who Flew Too Close. The story of Icarus; he's one of Tommy's favorites."

Slimecicle points to an image on the page. It showed a beautiful brunet-blond boy soaring in the cloudless sky, massive black wings stretched behind him. The picture's sun was a glowing halo around his head. "Is he Tommy of L'Manberg?"

"Maybe at some point, he was," Purpled replied mysteriously.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Tommy's theory. He calls it 'the Icarus Theory,' ironically." Purpled shrugged. "It's just an idea."

"Tell me more." Slimecicle leaned forward, intrigued.

"Tommy believes our existences are too complicated to be a coincidence. I believe it too. His theory explains how people you look up to were extensions of yourself, living in a different life." Purpled frowned, searching for the right words. "Like, your lifetimes are all connected and always lead to the same ending, and there is no escaping it."

"Whoa. That's deep," Slimecicle commented.

"It's not proven yet. It's just a thought," Purpled shrugged. "Now, do you want to hear the story?"

Slimecicle nodded, and Purpled began.

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Trigger Warnings: Slight panicking, mentions of mental illnesses, mention of weapons

Chapter name from "Alkaline" by Timeflies

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Chapter Ten: If Only to Find (You Start to Believe)

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"No reason," Purpled shrugged casually. "Just thought he sounded a little familiar."

"Yeah, a lot of people have heard of me," Áspro said in a low monotone voice, eyes narrowed.

Purpled met the gaze evenly. "Hmm."

"Sorry to interrupt," Eret grinned apologetically. "But I'll have to leave now. Ponk, Tubbo, will you two bring them to Callahan?"

"Yeah, sure," Tubbo mumbled.

Eret turned with a swish of rainbows and strode confidently away with Áspro flanking them. Purpled watched them leave, suspicion growing in his gut. Then he looked at Ponk. "Are we done here?"

"Still straight to the point like always, huh?" Ponk winked at him before rounding up the other boys like a shepherd. Ranboo and Tubbo were awkwardly sneaking glances at each other, while Tommy told Slimecicle about Tubbo.

"How long have you been doing this work?" Ponk asked as he led them up a grand marble staircase.

Purpled focused on the clack of shoes against stone as he answered "Three years. How long have you guys been with Eret?"

"Áspro's been here for about four years. This is my second year, and Tubbo joined a little while after I did. I kind of deal with plants and medicines around the place. Tubbo is a pretty popular diplomat. Callahan sometimes goes to meetings with Tubbo, but he's mainly the royal advisor."

"Callahan? That's a good choice."

"I know! Callahan's pretty awesome, and even if he's mute, he gives the best advice."

"You were the one who planted the cherry blossoms, right?"

Ponk nodded happily. "You realized?"

"They're beautiful."

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Ranboo decided to break the silence between him and Tubbo. "So uh, Tubbo, right?"

"Yes? May I help you?" Tubbo said professionally.

Ranboo blushed. "I just want to get to know you."

"Oh, okay. Yeah, I'm Tubbo. I am dyslexic, though, so I apologise for some errors I might make while speaking."

"That's okay. So, Tubbo, where are you from?"

"Well, I was born in L'Manberg, but I grew up in New Pogtopia."

Ranboo was startled. I was also from New Pogtopia.

"At some point when I was thirteen or so, I moved to Snowchester with my friend for a few months. We fell apart, though, and I went back to L'Manberg. That's where I met Tommy." Tubbo grinned affectionately at the loud blond in front of them.

"Tommy says you're gay," Ranboo blurted. He mentally cursed himself for that.

Tubbo blinked, surprised. Then he burst out laughing. "Ah, he says that a lot. I am actually interested in boys, though."

"That's cool, so am I," Ranboo grinned. "So, what happened to your other friend? The one you moved to Snowchester with?"

"He, uh, he has some mental illnesses. Dementia, depression, and some Intriguer guy who keeps possessing him and some shit." Tubbo looked away sadly. "Whenever his 'voice' took control of him, he would start doing dangerous things."

There was a tightness in Ranboo's chest, and he felt dizzy. "Like what?" he choked out.

"He would hurt himself sometimes, he would yell about the universe breaking, about how Dream Exdi was destroying the world, something about how every life was connected or some shit. He called it 'Theseus's theory.'"

"Theseus? Theseus is Tommy's chosen name."

"That's interesting..."

"What happened then?"

"One day, it was really bad. We were in Snowchester, and the Puppetmaster got to him again. He attacked me with a kitchen knife and stabbed my hand before snapping out of it." Tubbo blinked away tears. "He told me to leave and to never come back. I knew he was trying to protect me, but it still hurt like hell."

"I'm sorry." Ranboo felt suffocated.

Tell him. Ask him. You know the answer.

"Dream, no," Ranboo whispered.

"Sorry, did you say something?" Tubbo asked. Ranboo shook his head.

Ask him. You know who he's talking about.

"What was your friend's name?"

"I'm not sure, I think it was Ronbur? Ranbii? No, it wasn't... I called him Boo sometimes..." Suddenly Tubbo froze. "Wait, what?"

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Syndicate OCs Mentioned: Artemis (Avalon) & Daphne (Sandra)

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TWs for the chapter: abandonment, weapons, violence, gore

TWs for this part: gore, weapons, fantasy fighting

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Chapter Six: Vibrant Colors (From the Lights Fade Away)

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Purpled slipped into the dim Syndicate Meeting Room. A small round table stood in the center of the room, six chairs sitting around it. Purpled narrowed his eyes, mouth set in a grim line. A corner of the room was much darker than the rest.

"Daemon. Face me."

Daemon turned around from his corner. Centerless milky-white voids peered intelligently at Purpled. The superhuman creature had black skin and was dressed in the dark color as well, red outlines on his shoulders. The hood of his cloak was drawn up, covering black hair. Small horns protruded from his forehead, and a thin tail swished tauntingly.

He smiled pleasantly. "Please, call me BadBoyHalo. Hi, Iris. How are you?"

"I'm fine, but I'd be better off when you and Ember are gone."

Bad narrowed his eyes. "What did Ember ever do to you?"

Purpled decided to play it safe. "Not much, he just burned down a few countries and traumatized a few kids. Nothin' too personal." His cheeky response earned a friendly grin from Bad.

Daemon/Bad was an Intriguer and a Shadower, a Slashskill. He was able to Manipulate, an ability that allows Intriguers to have access to their victims' thoughts; pretty much mind control and mind reading in a package deal. However, his skills are not as powerful as the Puppetmaster's. While the Puppetmaster could Manipulate anyone he wished to and as many as ten people at once, Bad could only do so for one person at a time, and for a short period.

Bad also has the abilities of a Shadower. Although unable to appear and disappear entirely, he is able to control darkness, and could conceal himself by cloaking himself in shadows. Basically, he could create anything using pure darkness, including living beings. His skills also go into a metaphorical sense. Bad is able to overwhelm victims with paralyzing feelings of fear, sadness or anger.

But fortunately, BadBoyHalo is known as the Dream Team Saint for his personality. Still, it'd be better to avoid provoking the good-natured Voidling...

Too late though, haha. Guess I'll have to fight.

"Feisty, are you not?" Daemon scowls, eyes slitted, and unsheathes his sword.

Purpled cocked his head, giving a coy smile. The netherite rapier in his grip hummed with energy, begging to taste blood. "I guess you could call me that."

"I really don't want to hurt you, but the captain's orders." A soft puff was audible, and suddenly Daemon disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke. The room's electricity flickered, then went pitch-black.

Purpled squeezed his eyes shut and sighed.

Both Gifteds heard a crackle. A small violet light appeared in the center of the room; Purpled's fist was glowing with electricity, and soon, his sword lit up as well. The young man grinned from beneath his mask. Moments later, a pop was heard as a lightbulb exploded from energy, and the room lit up with an eerie majestic purple glow.

His antennae twitched, Swiftly, he whirled around and a crash of netherite on obsidian could be heard as Purpled deflected Daemon's blow. "The lighting is much better, huh? More dramatic."

"I prefer the dark." Daemon whirled around and disappeared in another puff of smoke. A dark cloud began to rise, and uneasiness prickled the hairs on Purpled's arm. A few seconds later, the temporarily-electric lights dimmed greatly.

"That's not fair," Purpled commented, until he saw a darker mass in the silhouette of a humanoid. He swung his sword at it, only to realize with a sinking feeling when it cut clean through, shadow dissipating.

Alarms flashed in his mind as he suddenly danced to the side, yelping when a sharp blade carved down his arm. His head spun, warm liquid spilling down his arm. That would've cut me in half.

Another attack smashed down against Purpled's sword. He gritted his teeth as intense shockwaves slammed through his body. The grinding of metal blended with the alarm sirens in the distance. His thoughts clouded as blood continued to drain from his arm, and his grip faltered just enough for Daemon to shove him to the ground.

No electricity skills, it drains his energy too quickly. No fighting techniques were useful since he was on the ground. Purpled couldn't think clearly and could only raise his sword as Daemon's came down. As the metal crashed, Daemon's eyes widened.

"Whoa. Fudge, you're—you're a kid!" Daemon exclaimed. He dropped his weapon. "I can't kill a kid!"

"Took you long enough," Purpled panted. The room was spinning, and the edge of his vision was fading. With a pained grunt, he pulled himself up, leaning heavily against the wall. "So you're not gonna kill me?"

"No."

"Can you tell me where the Puppetmaster is?" Purpled asked as he tore off a strip of his jacket and tied it around his arm the best he could.

"Dream? No, I can't tell you. Sorry. But Callahan could help, maybe. Gotta go now, my partner's waiting." With a puff of smoke, Daemon disappeared, without giving Purpled a chance to speak and probably leaving Ember behind as well. Bewildered, Purpled started walking back, still dazed. He hoped the others were safe.

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After checking up on the three boys he'd left behind, Purpled visited the medic, Daphne. He was not surprised to see Artemis there. She grinned at him and waved, her hand and wrist bandaged. Purpled smiled back and pushed aside the curtain to Daphne's room.

"Not another one." Daphne grimaced at the blood-soaked cloth. "What happened to you?"

"Daemon happened. It's not that bad," Purpled assured her, even as he winced. "I just thought I should stop by so you wouldn't kill me."

"You thought right," Daphne smiled affectionately and started changing his bandages.

"What happened to Artemis?"

"Same as you. She and Wilbur had a run-in with Ember." Daphne shook her head. "You know, her being her, she fought him off. She's quite a good fighter, you know. She'll recover, like she always does."

"Oh, okay. Good. Is Wilbur alright?"

"Yeah, he is. Ember poofed off too." The news reassured Purpled enough to drop by and have a talk with Callahan.

Harpocrates looked up when Purpled approached him in the Syndicate lobby. The satyr smiled easily.

Hello, Iris, he signed.

Purpled gave one of his rare friendly smiles to Callahan, also known as Harpocrates. "Purpled for now is fine," he assured.

How can I help you today?

"I had a run-in with Daemon earlier." At Callahan's concerned look, he added, "don't worry, I'm fine. He told me to ask you about the Puppetmaster's whereabouts?"

Ah, of course. You'll have to find him along with the other three.

"As in, the three?"

Yes. It's written in fate.

Callahan had special abilities, but wasn't necessarily a Gifted. No one actually knew exactly what Callahan was. Rumors say Harpocrates was a deity, god of the timestream. Others say that he is an oracle, or a psychic capable of predicting the future. In any way, he was all-knowing. Purpled knew better than to ignore Callahan's judgement.

"All right then, I'll go find them."

As Purpled turned to leave, Callahan signed one last message to him. Purpled paused, processing the message. He then accepted Callahan's gift, tucking it into his jacket pocket and zipping it up for extra security. "Alright, I understand. Thank you."

Good luck, Purpled.

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"Iris! You're back! Are you okay?" Ranboo asked the moment Purpled returned to the bunker. Purpled gave a short nod to him, before tossing Tommy his confiscated backpack.

"Here, take that." Purpled proceeded to return Ranboo's bag as well. He then slung a black pack full of supplies onto his own back.

"You three." He gestures to Tommy, Slimecicle and Ranboo. "You three are leaving with me."

"The fuck? Who do you think you are, bitch?" Tommy gaped at him. "And what about Will? And my dad?"

"They know. You'll be back to them soon." Tommy looked like he was about to protest again, but silenced himself at Purpled's glare.

"We could come," Ranboo offered. "But where are you taking us?"

"We're going to find someone called the Puppetmaster. Ranboo, can you let us out of here? I really don't want to run into anyone unpleasant."

Ranboo froze. "I uh, sure? Right now?"

"If you're okay with it."

A swirl of purple mist began to surround the four boys. "Whoa, this is goopy," Slimecicle exclaimed, looking elated. Bluish sparks of energy crashed and collided in the smoke around them. Purpled looked down and saw his fingertips disintegrating into pale particles.

Callahan was right. Soon his senses faded until all he could see was red and green eyes, and all he could feel was a comforting warmth.

A sudden cool wind snapped him back to reality, and he opened his eyes. Moonlight dappled the pine needle carpets of the forest in front of them, pearly rays filtering through lush green leaves. Early-morning passerine melodies could be heard in the distance. He turned to Ranboo. "Thanks."

"No problem." The hybrid looked a bit shaken from something earlier. As Purpled was about to ask what was wrong, a fwoop sound could be heard. Three boys turned to Tommy.

Tommy's blond hair was a shining silver-rimmed golden halo, blue eyes sparkling and mirroring the heavens. He leaned back, pulling his arms above his head. Two giant black wings that resembled crows' unfurled and stretched, feathers glinting with the sheen of snowflake obsidian. He looked like an angel.

Tommy turned to Purpled's impressed stare. He grinned, full of energy. "It's about damn time."

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TWs for the chapter: Brief violence

Later chapter OC's: Avalon (Avalon2009, referred to as Artemis), Aster (CantThinkOfUserRN, referred to as Astraeus)

Next chapter includes Erika, referred to as “Aphrodite,” an OC by NoodleNotFound

Chapter Four: If I Could Ride A Bike

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His attacker’s eyes were vibrant purple and seemed to radiate the light and energy of the universe. They swirled with the purple of galaxies. They were absolutely gorgeous and unlike anything Tommy had ever seen.

“Who are you, and why are you trespassing?” the stranger asked coldly. He wore a black mask and a black hood concealing his identity. Sandy blond hair peeked out shyly from beneath the hood. His sweatshirt was dark purple, and he wore black leather armour overtop.

“You have pretty eyes,” Tommy blurted out.

“What the?” The stranger looked taken aback. He hadn’t expected someone who’s life is on his blade to comment on his eyes. “Thank you?”

It then occurred to Tommy that maybe he should introduce himself. “I’m Tommy, Tommy Craft. I got lost. Hullo, what’s your name?”

“But why are you here? Couldn’t you read the sign?” the stranger asked, looking a bit annoyed. “You can call me Iris for now,” he added.

Iris. The Greek goddess of rainbows, colours, and a messenger of the gods.

“Sorry, I was too busy running from some robber guy to read it,” Tommy said sarcastically.

Iris seemed to frown. “Why were you out here alone at night? Everyone knows it’s dangerous at night. Lots of villains around.”

“My dad and brother are waiting for me in the city centre.” Tommy checked his watch. Nearly seven. “Well, probably not anymore. My phone’s gone too.”

Iris seemed to think over the options. He sighed in annoyance and pinched the bridge of his nose. ”I’m on a mission and you can’t interrupt. Here.” He handed Tommy a folded slip of paper with an address and a signature stamp on the back. The scrawled handwriting was barely legible.

December House, floor 16.

524 Jacobs Path

“Show Harpocrates the stamp. He’s the door guy. Gotta go now, good luck.”

“Wait, where–” Tommy looked up from the paper, but it was too late. Iris had merged back into the shadows. Tommy groaned, heading towards Jacobs Path.

Haha. This is very, very, very bad.

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There wasn’t a sixteenth floor.

Tommy frowned at the note.

Did I read it wrong?

No, it definitely said 16. He stood staring at the elevator buttons. Finally sighing, he stepped out.

Am I missing something?

What was that Iris said? Give the note to… Harpocrates? God of silence, from mythology? Tommy looked over at the receptionist’s desk. Behind it, idly tapping away on his communicator, was a young man(?) in a brown sweatshirt. A rounded blue masquerade mask concealed his identity, if it weren’t given away by the deer antlers protruding from his fluffy brown hair.

“Hullo? Are you Harpocrates?”

The deer-hybrid blinked slowly at Tommy. He scribbled hello, how can I help you? in a notebook, holding it up for him. Tommy showed Harpocrates the note, who smiled knowingly. He tapped a message into his communicator. Moments later, two new people entered the lobby: a pretty girl with wavy brown hair and a confident stride, and a mischievous-looking male youth with lighter brown waves and sparkling violet eyes, reminding Tommy of Iris, but friendlier.

Tommy watched, bewildered, as Harpocrates hastily signed out a message with his hands. After a minute, the duo turned to Tommy. “Hullo–” Tommy began awkwardly.

“Hey there. I’m Astraeus, and this is Artemis,” the boy introduced, grinning. “Welcome to the Syndicate.”

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"Bye, Micheal!!" Papa said cheerfully, a smile on his face as he held out a photo for Micheal to take. Micheal chirped and reached up for Papa's horns. Papa laughed a bit, scooping Micheal into his arms.

"We'll be back before you know it," Daddy said softly, mismatched eyes twinkling in the dim torchlight. Micheal squeed happily and waved as his dads left the home.

The next day, they didn't return. But he waited still.

And waited.

And

Waited.

-Twelve Years Later-

He knew something was off when he heard the portal whoosh. Nobody had visited the SMP in years, let alone through the portal. Creeping to the door, he stared out.

A figure stood on the hill, illuminated by the light from the portal.

Papa? he didn't think so, but he stepped outside anyway, waving a torch above his head. After a moment, the short one waved back. The portal whooshed again, and a taller, lean figure stepped out, turning in a circle slowly.

He waved the torch again, as if to say Hey, over here!! The two newcomers began to make their way towards him, the shorter one having to jog to keep up with the tall one. It wasn't until they were close enough to see clearly that he realised.

These weren't Papa or Daddy.

The short one waved enthusiastically. "HELLO!! CAN YOU SPEAK ENGLISH??" The tall one shushed them.

"We're right here, don't scream." they soothed. The shorter one scoffed.

"Does it speak English though?"

He nodded. The short one grinned wildly.

"AWESOME! What's your name? I'm Purpled." He didn't know how to respond, just simply pointed at his mouth. The taller one frowned.

"You can't speak?" He nodded. The tall one tilted his head.

"Do you know how to write?" Of course he knew how to write. He'd taught himself years ago. He nodded. The tall one handed him a journal and a quill.

Where is Papa?

"Papa?" Purpled frowned. "Who's--oh my Prime." His eyes widened. "Punz! Punz, oh my Prime, we found him."

Punz blinked. "You mean Micheal? The piglin kid who was left behind years ago?" Purpled nodded enthusiastically. Punz sighed.

"You've made this so much more difficult. We came here to blow up the server."

You can't.

"Why not?" Purpled asked.

It's my home. I can't let you destroy it. My chickens will die.

Punz stared at the message. "We gotta destroy it. Dream told us to."

Then take me with you.

Purpled's face scrunched. "We-that's not-well, that is to say-"

Punz interjected. "You'll die. You can't go world-jumping. You're a mob."

Micheal gritted his teeth. Then I'll stay. I won't let you leave, it's been forever.

"Forever? Since when?"

Since Papa left.

Punz closes his eyes for a moment. "Micheal. Um... Tubbo--Papa--is dead."

What?

Micheal shook his head. No, no no no no no. Not possible.

Purpled winced. "I-I'm sorry, Micheal. He had the Wither, there was nothing we could do. Eret and Ponk nearly killed themselves trying to save him."

Eretanponk?

"No. Two people. Eret, and Ponk. They're our healers." Purpled sighed. "D'you think Eret could figure out a way to get Micheal to the other server?" Punz shook his head.

"I don't think even Foolish could do it."

Foolish visited, once. Micheal writes. Purpled frowned.

"Foolish?"

He was with a man with diamond on his head. He talked about delete.

Purpled gasps. "Foolish found Ske-" Punz slaps a hand over Purpled's mouth.

"You can't. Say. The name."

Purpled licks Punz's hand. Punz yanks it away with a groan.

"Why can't I say it?" he asks. Punz mouths, memory trigger, and Purpled's mouth opens in a silent "oh"

Punz thinks for a bit. Micheal waits. Purpled fidgets. Finally, Punz's face lights up. "I know what we can do. There's someone who's still here, on the server."

I'm the only one.

"Yeah, I'm surprised you haven't met him yet." Purpled says. "Honestly, he's probably watching us now. GIVE ME A SIGN IF YOU CAN HEAR ME!!!" He waits for a minute.

Punz sighs. "I guess he's not-" An egg hits the back of his head, and he whirls around, swinging his sword wildly. A huff comes from behind a tree, and a man emerges. A man who almost looks like Papa, but has sticks coming out of his head instead of spirals.

"You're late," a robotic-sounding voice speaks directly into Micheal's ear. He turns his head to search for it, and the stick-head man huffs a laugh. "It sounds weird at first. You get used to it."

"Hi, deer god," Purpled says slowly. The stick-head man levels him with a stare.

"I'm mute, not deaf. What do you need?" yeah, Micheal wasn't ever going to get used to that.

Punz picks eggshell out of his hair. "You gotta get the kid off-server. We're nuking the place. Tonight."

Stick-head man stiffens, snapping his head around to stare at Punz. He has a very interesting face, Micheal notices. It looks like someone took lapis and smeared it across his eyes and nose, which makes his unnerving green eyes stand out even more.

"You aren't destroying the server."

"I have to," Punz pleads. Stick-head man (MIcheal really needs to get a name) tilts his head.

"Says who?"

Purpled swallows audibly. "....DreamXD."

The stick-head man's lips thin. "He has no power here anymore."

Purpled drops his gaze to the ground. "Callahan, he said he'd kill Puffy if we didn't."

So that was his name. Micheal had heard Daddy talk about a mysterious man in the forest named Callahan. He was shorter than he expected, honestly.

"....have god powers, it's easy to kill him if he really had to." Callahan finished, staring expectantly at Micheal, who blinked back. Callahan stared silently at him, still as a statue. He didn't even blink. Moments passed like hours, and eventually, Callahan broke his infinite gaze, leaving Micheal feeling somehow like his mind had been searched through.

"I'm going to speak to Dream Ex-Dee. If you do anything while I'm gone, I will know." Callahan turned on his heel and hurried to the portal, awkward gait not making him seem godly at all.

Purpled shrugged and glanced over at Micheal. "Got food? We might be a while."

@Gacha xx Tuber

Tis the deer boy

Report Number One

Date: [REDACTED FOR SECURITY]

Involved: Clay “Dream” Waztaken, Nicholas “Sapnap” Smith, George Notfound, Callahan Hirsch, Foolish G.

Note: this incident marks the first recorded encounter between Dream, George, Callahan, and Sapnap. Record was pieced together via a journal kept by Dream, the written account of Callahan Hirsch, spoken account of Foolish G., and via Sapnap’s recovered bodycam, so the transcript may not be fully accurate.

[From the journal of Dream Waztaken.]

We got a letter delivered today. Says that there's two new hybrids, and that we should find them at the coordinates [REDACTED FOR SECURITY] on [REDACTED FOR SECURITY] I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but George says it's important. I hope the hybrids aren't in too rough shape. We've built up a good reputation as "hybrid catchers" but I still hate seeing a hybrid beat up.

[From the bodycam of Sapnap.]

There's a waterfall, crashing down over cliffs, with lava crackling nearby. A voice, presumably George's, speaks.

George: We can't be that far away, right?

The camera pans over to show a short man with dark hair wearing goggles. Sapnap laughs, the camera shaking slightly.

Sapnap: Don't be fucking stupid, George, we're literally here.

George stares up at the waterfall.

George: The hybrids are behind that thing?

Another voice speaks.

Dream: No, Gogy. Look at the top of the waterfall.

The camera doesn't move, but it's clear what everyone's looking at.

[The spoken account of Foolish G.]

All I could really see was water. I didn't wanna look down, because shit, man, that was probably a long way to fall.

The guy next to me was passed out. Lucky him. Well, eh, maybe not. He was kinda fucked up, y'know? The bastards cut off his antler thingys and took skin samples.

(Laughs a bit) Salt water can't be good for skin, hah.

Anyway, this weird-ass lookin' dude with a smiley face mask comes up next to me--scares the shit outta me but whatever--and just says something like "don't be scared. We're here to help." Okay smiley fucker, I can't see your face, or literally any part of your body. What could go wrong?

But, uh, it was either fall over the fucking waterfall and definitely die, or trust the smiley fucker and only maybe die.

[Written account of Callahan Hirsch.]

I don't remember much. I know where I was before the waterfall. And I know where I went after the waterfall. But they injected me with something that hurt like hell, and all I could really remember was just seeing the inside of a military van, and then I woke up in the backseat of an SUV with Foolish.

Leave a comment if you enjoyed, and let me know if you want to be pinged! I'm trying to incorporate most members of the DSMP into this.

Also no I am not a Dream apologist, and there will be Villainous Dream in this.

Also, every single word in here is deliberate. Feel free to question me at any point!

This is what I wrote when I woke up, it kinda makes no sense, but I don't care okay /nm

I'm not sure if this is about Schlatt or Callahan.

Here we go, someone pleeeease help me make sense of this!!!!!

@NoodleNotFound you might enjoy this

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Rolls of old films are stacked all along the walls

The father's name is Isaiah

There is a kid, no older than 12

He has antlers, but they're barely nubs.

Yellowy-green eyes and large deer-like ears.

He's filthy dirty,

Basement

The kid rarely speaks but he can scream

Kid screams when he receives 13 lashes with the whip instead of 10

Rescued by Wil

Information needed from Isaiah the father, kid had contraband information he was lashed for

Kid had freckles, skinny

Kid got up and ran for it after 13 lashes

Kid had a brother

Kid has brown hair heavily streaked with white, matted with dirt

Hooves? Couldn't tell, basement flooded maybe a good 1/3 metre

Wings! Oh, such delicate wings!! (?????)

Isaiah Father grabbed kid, yanked him by his hair, kicking and screaming

There was a silvery violin hung on the wall in the basement, Kid grabs this as he runs out of the basement

Homely place upstairs

Big man (father)

Yellow pinstriped wallpaper in the kitchen

Blue table, baby blue chairs, table is circular

Couch that sags when you sit in it

No mother.

Kid had never been upstairs before.

Wil (?) somehow takes Kid away, after father screams a bunch about money and Kid's brother who was sold

Wil says "You've never been outside before, huh."

Another British man says "You need a shower bad-style, mate." ((this HAS to be Phil))

Father unshaven, smelling of beer, wearing flannel shirt, either pink or purple

Father wearing blue jeans

Kid wore icky old shorts

Wooden stairs to the basement

Smelled bad, and everything was icky and wet and slimy

Kid opened eyes, closed them. Wil (?) "It's kinda bright here, sorry."

Walking in, Callahan looked over the members of the Rebellion. JSchlatt. Niki. Philza. Sam. Puffy. Eret. Fundy. Jack. Punz. and so many more. Every single one of them, united to take down a tyrant. Every single one of them, meeting their end in time. Jack was the first to acknowledge Callahan had entered.

"Hey! Cal's here!" "At last!" "Where do you keep vanishing to?" Callahan grinned from under his mask. They have no idea...

The group began to talk, discussing the Revive Book. "Who should we revive?"

"Tommy, maybe." "Yea, Tommy." "Didn't we talk about this last time?" "Schlatt's right, we talked about this last Sunday, we agreed to revive Tommy."

Now. Callahan carefully reached into the pocket of his cape, pulling out a vial of chlorine trifluoride. The group continued bickering, so nobody noticed Callahan releasing it into the air. pulling out a match, he light it, and activated a quick teleport spell. Immediately the gas ignited, burning through everything. Chlorine trifluoride is the most flammable thing in the world, after all. He arrived in the ruins of L'manburg, and set off for the Royal Castle.

Part One: https://dreamteam.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000082819

Tubbo looked out, upon the nation he ruled. Every citizen, bustling through the streets. He grinned. It was all perfect. He had made what Dream wanted, but better. But, almost every citizen was plotting to dethrone him, and he didn't know. Well, he did know, but didn't to the public's knowledge. Everyone assumed they were safe. But there were spies everywhere. Loyal to Tubbo.

Then, a deer bounded in. Normally, Tubbo would have shooed it away. He knew better. It was a red brocket. Red brocket deer don't live in the smp's area. Smoke began to coil around the deer, and when it faded away, a man stood in it's place, kneeling. "Arise." Tubbo said to him. "Any reports, Callahan?" Callahan signed a response "One. Turns out there is multiple revive books, as the words inside can be copied. The rebels have one. They will try to resurrect TommyInnit, in hopes he will end your reign." Tubbo smirked. "Well then, stop them. Discreetly. Do NOT reveal yourself." "of course."

If you want to see my designs: https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1BD6IJHBZvw057-KIFgcMXFAm9QAF8ysETpcwsqIkcEs/edit#slide=id.g13a65d9e21a_0_27

New slides will be added as new characters are introduced.

Bases by Jada

Im redoing all of them because I dislike a bunch of them and the old ones don’t Match my current base or color choice

So here’s Dream-Tubbo

(If you couldn’t tell from the bases)

Dream: Rainwing

George: Leafwing

Callahan: Icewing

Sapnap: Skywing

Sam: Leafwing

Aylssa: Nightwing

Ponk: Hivewing

Bad: Nightwing

Tommy: Sandwing

Tubbo: Hivewing

Callanhan: (in your mind) why did I say I would accompany you

Art credits: idk

I'm trying to figure something out, and I have a question. How many people are running Callahan? One of my friends says that 2 people run the channel, but I can't find online.

Help a friend out please! /nf (:

I really like the duo! I never knew I needed this-

Tina: "He's innocent! . . . he's gentle."

She doesn't know that Callahan's a bad b***h and you can't kill him.

The dsmp used to be these (+ ponk, couldnt get him in the pic) just hanging out.

Now:

• Ones in jail

• Ones just asleep all the time

• One is a pet killer

• One is just a mod

• One has become taken over by an egg

• One lost an arm

• One just straight up left the server

Isn't the DSMP such a wholesome place? /s/s/s

Everyday (except weekends), I choose a random person to mix up the name of. Anyone that has already been chosen won't be chosen again.

(Also I missed Day 4 by accident, sorry about that)

(Also also, both Day 2 and Day 5 have gone missing for some weird reason)

All previous episodes can be found here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1c6ziwwqPQd0q1gh41ui51LrRB7_-JSKyLjSw4LbqUZk/edit?usp=sharing

Name of the Day:

Doorman