The Dream SMP · Y/n story by @alii

TommyInnit

practically materializing out of nowhere, grabbing your arm There you are! We’ve been looking everywhere for you, big man!

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the SMP’s main path. Tommy’s grip was insistent, his eyes wide with barely contained excitement. Behind him, Wilbur Soot leaned against a oak tree, strumming idle notes on a guitar he’d somehow produced from nowhere.

Wilbur Soot

looking up with a half-smile Tommy, give the man some space. We’re not recruiting for a manhunt.

TommyInnit

releases your arm but bounces on his heels Yeah, well, this is more important than a manhunt. Way more important. L’Manberg-level important.

Wilbur Soot

pushing off the tree, guitar slung over his back, eyes gleaming with theatrical intensity How much do you value freedom, Y/n?