MICHAEL

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Michael finally made it to Technos cabin- running to a pack of crows looking sad

“Weird they only did this if Phil was hurt” Michael thought

Before his eye widen - no-he couldn’t

He ran inside seeing Carl lifeless body on the floor who was getting eaten by rats

,Michael almost threw up his food last night -turning around and running towards the inside opening the broken glass door, he hadn’t notice the broken glass until now-he regretted going in- crows was around a bad smell-like a circle

He walked to the smell before throwing up -he fell down On his knees his eyes water like a water fell

He had snort running out of his noise-

The snell was phill.he was burnt to a Chrisp-dried blood on his back

His left arm was pulled apart-mangled beyond repair

He saw an axe in between his wings

He was murdered.

Michsel wipe his tears and got up,his fur was costed with his threw up-so he walked towards a bathroom-before seeing techno- he was crying as he had blood on his hands- Michael walked towards him ‘uncle..techno?’

Techno face widens-turning around towards the small teen before getting up ‘you saw…Phil?’ He asked Michael-whom nodded

”Phil..asked me..to kill him-he-he ‘ he hiccup’s “he told me he wanted me to kill him..so he didn’t have to suffer-i ..Tried refusing but..the voices-it was to much..’

Techno was crying-Michael didn’t like how he cries so he hugged him

Techno hugged back ‘your father..that’s his nuked wasn’t it..’ he asked, Michael nodded “we..we gotta go fund the others..if there is any’

Techno agreed

’ tomorrow’

This is an angst story of the kids after the nuke

The main characters is

Yogurt

Foolish jr

Michael

There is more kids/teens but eh

Triggers in this chapter

Implied death (it’s canon)

Angst

And that’s all for now

Let’s begin..

Michael woke up instantly-hearing a loud bang far away-as he turned to face the broken window he saw a big mushroom cloud-the sky’s was red like blood

Michael yellow eye had the look of sorry-running towards the trapdoor.Michael opened the trapdoor grabbing onto the latter before heading downstairs -as he made it he saw the door was broken-something happened -as Michael looked around he found a sheet of paper

Michael grabbed the sheet reading it

’my deer Michael, i an dead if I wrote this. I want you to stay safe- meet with Eret..if you can’t find him..go near technos cabin-he’ll keep you safe..I know it’

Michael held the -sore with shaky hands as hot tears strain his face-he didn’t care how much crying hurts-his father…his only father he had died-

Michael checked on his lives before his eyes widen ‘1 life left ‘ that was impossible….

How? He hadn’t died..unless-the nuke….

Glitched?

Michael threw the paper -and ran outside-feeling hot air hitting him-the nuke was a smaller one but it hit hard. Michael place was far far away so his fine..he hoped

Michael ran to techno’s cabin, luckily he saw Tubbo head there before with techno so he could be fine…right? Techno was strong,he had to be fine

I always hc Michael to have I have tbh

Like

Autstic and a speech impediment

It's MICHAEL

I found my fan art when I searched “MICHEAL dsmp”.

it was far down but it is there. Great techno Was so surprised to see this.

HEHEHHE

Sorry if its blurry i tried to fix it :/

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Part One Is Here

Night had fallen, and Purpled had fallen asleep by the time the portal whooshed again. Punz was on his feet in less than a second, sword drawn. Micheal jumped from where he had been stoking the fire, sending an ember skittling across the floor. He picked it up and chucked it back in.

Punz looked down and kicked Purpled's leg. The shorter one yelped and fell out of the soft armchair, looking around wildy.

"Wassat? Whoosere?" Purpled hissed loudly. Punz sighed.

"I don't know. Stay here, I'm going to check." He crept to the door and looked out. "I see a person. It's not-I don't think it's Callahan-is it?" He flashed a torch in a certain pattern. A moment later, a slightly different pattern flashed back. Punz gave himself a small fist pump.

"It's him." Purpled shouldered his way past Punz and hollered out the door.

"HELLOOOOOOO WE ARE OVER HEEEERE!!!" Punz bonked his head.

"He can hear you fine when you're not screaming." Punz said, exasperated. Purpled looked chastised, and shut up. Punz squinted at Callahan's approaching figure. Micheal took out his journal.

What's wrong? He handed the notebook to Purpled, who read it over.

"He looks kinda different. Not sure how." He said quietly. Callahan was close now, and Punz gasped quietly.

"Oh." He said, hushed now. Callahan stood at the base of the house, waiting. Micheal then realised what everyone had been so affected by.

Callahan's headsticks were gone, and dark red blood ran in rivulets down his face, matting down his hair. He wiped some out of his eyes and held out a signed book to Punz.

"The server's not getting blown up?" Punz asked hesitantly. Callahan nodded, swaying slightly. Purpled grimaced at the blood staining his hoodie.

"Are you okay?" He asked. Callahan grinned widely, gave two thumbs-up, and collapsed. Punz yelped as the hybrid's head collided hard with the steps in front of the house. Purpled let out a (very manly) scream.

"Is he dead?!" He squawked. Micheal shook his head and stepped forwards, towards Callahan's motionless body. He bent down and felt for a pulse. The hybrid's heart fluttered under Micheal's hand like a trapped dove, missing a rhythm. Punz was staring, shocked.

"Is he alive, Micheal?" Micheal nodded and scooped the man up into his arms easily, hauling him up the steps and away from the house, towards the Greater SMP, Purpled and Punz following dumbly, Purpled now clutching the signed book. At some point during the journey, Callahan woke up, but didn't flail around, just stayed still, head leaning against Micheal's overalls, and breathed.

"Where are we going?" Punz asked in a whisper as the sun crested the horizon. Purpled had been thumbing through the signed book, mouthing words. Micheal didn't respond, just snorted and pointed towards a mountain face, soaring up into the sky. Purpled stared blankly at it for a second, then his eyes went wide.

"That's Sam's house! How did you find it?" He asked. Callahan stirred and tapped his head weakly, then Micheal's. I told him.

Punz flipped the lever, thoroughly confused, and the mountain opened into a cavernous entry hall. Purpled grinned wildly.

"I haven't been here in ages!" He bounced towards the chest, opening it and withdrawing a wooden sword. "This was mine!! I broke my arm with this!!" he was much too cheerful for the current situation, Micheal thought. Punz seemed to be thinking the same thing, because he wrestled the weapon out of Purpled's grip and chucked it to the other side of the room.

"Stay. Focused." He hissed. Purpled swallowed.

"Heh. Yeah. The uh, the helth pots are over here." he opened a cupboard. "Wrong one." He opened another. "Wrong one." He opened another. "Wro--" Punz grabbed his wrist.

"Where are the potions, Purpled?" He demanded. Purpled grinned weakly.

"He might have... um.... thrown them away? When we evacuated after Dream?" Purpled scrunched his eyes shut, waiting for Punz to yell. Instead, Punz just shut his eyes.

"How can we make more?" Punz asked. They began to argue. Micheal, still carrying Callahan, stepped over to what seemed to be a living room, and gently set down the hybrid on the couch, not letting anything touch his head. Callahan's breath hitched at being set down, and he curled in on himself, hands over his ears, eyes shut tight.

Micheal snorted at him roughly, and Callahan opened his eyes a bit. Micheal showed him the book.

I'm going to get a wet towel. Can you stay awake for now? was written on the page. Callahan took a minute to process it, then nodded slightly, managing a faint, unconvincing smile. Micheal took what he could get and hurried into the kitchen, where the two were still arguing.

"-don't know what you want from me, Punz!" Purpled said. Punz ran a hand down his face.

"I want you to help me make more potions!!" He cried. Purpled threw out his arms.

"WELL HERE I AM, INVENTORY-LESS, AND NO WAY TO GET TO THE NETHER." He yelled. Micheal stepped between them, writing down another message.

Is there a towel and a source of water here?

Purpled blinked. "Um, yeah. Out back. By the garden." Punz whirled to glare at him.

"Oh, so you know where the WATER is, huh? But not the BLAZE RODS?" He started. Purpled made a noise of anger.

"DO I LOOK LIKE I LIVE HERE??" He asked. Micheal left them to argue, not sure what to do about that specific problem. They weren't at risk of death. Probably. He got the towel and wet it with some slightly-less-than-clean water, but he hoped it would be okay. Hurrying back in, Punz and Purpled were silent, Purpled sitting slouched at the table, spinning an arrow in his hands, Punz rifling through the icebox, putting spoiled food after spoiled food into a composter.

Micheal hurried past the near physical block of angst radiating from both players, and made his way into the living room. Callahan had managed to sit up, gingerly pressing fingers against the wounds where his headsticks were. Micheal started to reach for his head with the towel, and Callahan's hand immediately wrapped around his wrist with a viselike grip. He realised a second later, and let go, rubbing his fist in a circle around his chest. Micheal snuffled and pressed the towel against the wound. Callahan's whole body tensed, and his mouth opened as if to scream, but no sound came out. He settled for digging his fingers into the wood table, eyes scrunched shut. Purpled ambled into the room as Micheal cleared away the blood and hair from the wounds, took one look at the mess, gagged, and left.

At some point in time, Punz had gone out to hunt, and a delicious smell came from the kitchen. Micheal stood up and wrote Are you hungry?, handing the book to Callahan. Callahan shrugged, gingerly feeling his temple, and stood up, almost face-planting but keeping steady.

The moment they stepped into the kitchen, Punz leapt on them, barking instructions.

"Callahan, go wash your hands, you're making the salad. Micheal, can you clean off some plates please? Purpled, get off your a*s and help me skin the rabbit." He busied himself with taking an absolutely massive meat cleaver and chopping the devil out of the carcass sitting on the stone butcher slab. Callahan finished by the sink and headed over to the icebox, poking his head in. He withdrew and tapped his fingers together once, then put all his fingers by his mouth. Punz sighed.

"I know there's no food." He said. Callahan raised his eyebrows and flicked out his hands by the wrist. Punz's eyes widened.

"I am not smart." he said matter-of-factly. Purpled laughed.

"Glad to know you've come to terms with it." Punz flicked a bit of entrail his way and turned back to Callahan. Micheal watched, amused, from the sink, still washing plates. It was relaxing, in a sense, being reintroduced to society this way.

"Will you go get some greens and stuff from the garden?" Punz asked. Purpled raised his hand like he was in a classroom. Punz groaned. "Yes, Purpled?"

"The garden is dead."

Callahan made two fists and pulled them back, then pointed at himself. Punz grinned a bit, turning to Purpled. "See? He's fine. Cut the rabbit, child."

"I'm not a child," Purpled grumbled, but did as he was told. This was nice, Micheal supposed. In a sort of twisted, fairytale-gone-wrong sort of way.

"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."

While Michael jumped in the fluffy purely white snow all the flakes flew everywhere. while some flakes hit his best friend Eclipse a girl with cat ears. then Michael realized that she hit her “sowwy” he said as he got up with his warm soft pig hoof-looking mittens. “It's fine,” Eclipse said as she smiled and brushed the snow on her jacket. then Michael saw I, I was basically the letter I but with cute eyes and blue and small. “cmon I!” Michael yelled to ‘I’ while ‘I’ was worried that the bottom was powered snow and Michael was wearing leather boots which because since it an I” it can't really wear boots. so ‘I’ jumped thinking that Michael will grab it and he did and put him down. “YAY!” and ‘I’ smiled.

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