QSMP alliance? · Y/n story by @honeyvienna

The air hums with the quiet buzz of a server just waking up. Sunlight filters through a canopy of unfamiliar trees, dappling the grass in shifting patches of gold and green.

Jay Schlatt

muttering to himself Alright. Home sweet home. Kinda.

He straightens up, brushing dirt off his hands, and turns to take in the modest house he's slapped together. It's nothing special. A roof, four walls, a door that closes. It'll do.

Jay Schlatt

Oh—

There's someone standing near his house. A figure, still as a statue, watching him from the treeline.

Jay Schlatt

voice sharp, tense Whoa, whoa, whoa—who the hell are you?

The arrow points dead center at the stranger's chest. His jaw is tight, knuckles white around the grip.

Jay Schlatt

This is my place. I didn't—swallows—I didn't see anyone else spawn in. So I'm gonna ask again. Who are you?