CHAPTER 8 - New Member

                                    

                                          
Ok but comment ideas for (Y/N)'s Dsmp character lore 😨 nah jkjk
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TW - SWEARING
(F/D) = FAVORITE DESSERT
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- 2ND PERSON POV -
                          
After a while, you started to stream more and more frequently. Most often with the others on the MinorSMP, but occasionally with your fathers and one time with Niki. It didn't take long before the day when Clay asked you.
                          
"Want to be on the DreamSMP?"
                          
Those very words sent you into an excited frenzy, and you frantically said yes before hugging him tightly. Now you were sitting in your gaming chair, about to start a stream titled 'Definitely not joining the dreamsmp haha' and go on the server for the first time.
                          
Eventually you hit 'Start Stream' and began to welcome your chat.
                          
At this specific point in the lore, Dream was in prison. Things were eerily calm, and there was building tension. People were waiting for the pin to drop that would make everything go down all at once. Mostly just putting this here so that people reading in the future at a different part of the lore can understand where we are
                          
You smiled as you watched the view count trickle up to 64k. "Hello chat! What's up?" You waited a few moments, seeing a combination of 'Good' and 'Bad' scroll quickly through the chat.
                          
"Well, as you can see I'm not on the DreamSMP today. That is the last thing we will be doing..."
                          
You paused your talking, clicking onto the 'join server' button after finally finishing setting it up.
                          
"Anyways, let's play on the DreamSMP!"
                          
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First thing at spawn, your character was greeted by none other than Ranboo himself. He was in the vc with you.
                          
"Hello there fellow kid."
"Ah, yes, hello."
                          
You stifled a laugh, grateful you didn't have your facecam on. "Give me a tour."
                          
Ranboo stayed silent and didn't reply, so you were silent as well for a moment.
                          
"...So what's the magic word?"
"If you don't I'll ban you because my dad gave me op"
"FAIR ENOUGH!"
                          
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After the tour around the map, you were given basic iron things so that you didn't instantly die. Grinning, you spoke to Ranboo. "So, Mr. Boo, are you going to share your riches with me or nah."
                          
It went quiet for a moment before seeing Ranboo's character turn to face yours. "No, I just don't wanna do that actually."
                          
You scoffed. "Cheapboo. Scamboo. Meanboo." Repeating those and several other commonly used nicknames that chat uses very often.
                          
Ranboo began to fake hyperventilate. "They know! Chat, chat, they know, oh god, oh dear what do I do-"
                          
Rolling your eyes, you replied once more. "Now you know how we feel whenever you make a reference to something that isn't Minecraft and everyone just goes SCATTER"
                          
"Okay yeah fair point there"
                          
It seemed you had well solidified your spot in the lore at the end of the stream. You built a small shack right next to Ranboo, Phil, and Techno. The three had all joined you for your stream.
                          
You remember how Techno had tried to interrogate you about how you feel about anarchy and grinned. You had played it off, saying something along the lines of, 'Government is pretty not cool sometimes, but other times it comes in handy I guess.' You wanted your character to start off neutral and change to an extremist as time went on.
                          
Later, once everyone was done streaming, you were invited to a Discord call.
                          
Techno, Phil, Ranboo, and Niki were all there. You raised an eyebrow. "Um, hello?"
                          
"Hi (Y/N)!" Niki spoke softly. Her mic was different than normal, so you had to assume she was on a different device.
                          
The Blade himself was the first to explain to you why you were there.
                          
(( so I wrote a good 350 words and Wattpad said no and deleted them in a glitch so the general gist of what happened is they asked you to be part of the syndicate and the plot to get to that point would be that they told you about the hog hunt and it disgusted you. That essentially made you say 'government made good people into bad therefore government bad' ))
                          
As the conversation ended, you threw off your headphones and sighed before cracking your neck. For a while you just sat in the slightly-shitty chair, trying your best to process the day.
                          
After a few minutes, maybe hours; you lost count, you heard a soft knock on your door.
                          
"Come in..!" You spoke, a bit surprised and confused when you heard your voice had gone hoarse and cracked a bit.
                          
The door creaked open a bit to reveal a smiling George. "How'd it go?" The sweet smell of your favorite tea sprung through the air, and you could see a tray with a teacup along with (F/D). It made you smile, understanding the naturally caring nature that your father secretly had.
                          
Grabbing the tray that was handed to you, you smiled softly and took a sip of the tea before replying. "Pretty good, I think..!" Almost instantly you felt your voice clear up the smallest bit, but as it did you felt a sore throat coming on. "Techno invited me to the syndicate, that's cool..!"
                          
George smiled back with the same warmth, maybe even more. He sat down on the bean bag chair next to the desk. "Ah, an honor." You both let out a small laugh, and you drank some more tea. "Your throat hurt?"
                          
"Mhm, a bit.." You smiled and took a bite of (F/D) "I never thought that streaming would be that exhausting..."
                          
Suddenly a familiar American accent rang through the room, "Neither did I, (Y/N), neither did I.." Both yours and George's heads snapped up to see Clay standing at the doorway. "But, that's life! Just wait 'till your first 12-hour charity stream-"
                          
"No thank you, the charity can survive with three hours, thank you very much." You insisted jokingly.
                          
George and Clay both laughed while you sat in mild pain, drinking tea to help relieve it and letting your eyes roll loudly.
                          
And all was good...
Until it wasn't.