Dream SMP · Y/n story by @bsanti

The sun hangs heavy over the Dream SMP, bleaching the cobblestone paths and casting long shadows from half-built towers and crater edges. The air smells of pine, gunpowder, and distant rain.

Wilbur Soot

Well, look what the cat dragged in. Or… what dragged the cat? The metaphors get a bit muddled around here, don't they?

He stops a few feet away, his eyes scanning your face with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. The last time you spoke was before the final control room, before the TNT, before the symphony.

Wilbur Soot

I was just thinking about you. About… simpler times. It’s funny, isn’t it? How you can be surrounded by the ruins of everything you’ve built and still only think about one person.