Mmmm best friend turned villain that ur not 100% sure abt but you know you want to trust them so you feel offput yet comforted by them but you wake up one night and you cant find ur friend then you eventually find out theyre a villaon and this is the song that play as you two stand alone in the living room, lights off, the moon shining from behind ur friends back
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Im so sorry I had to Tommy, Niki, and Fundy were all seated around the table, traumatized, horrified, mourning... After what felt like hours of grim silence, Fundy placed a disc on the table and says, “I found it in the rubble. One last time, for them?” Tommy stared intently at the disc. It wasn’t just any disc, it was _his_ disc. It was mellohi. He nodded microscopically and mumbled, “Yea, for them.” Niki arose gracefully but eerily from her chair and spun on her heel to retrieve the jukebox. When she returned, she placed it in the center of the table gently. Fundy handed Tommy the disc, careful not to damage it. “Would you like to do the honors?” Fundy whispered. Tommy nodded and blinked the tears out of his eyes. One last time. He lifted the disc up and slid it into the disc slot, where is lowered itself in roughly. Fundy said, “It’s quite banged up from the war, so it might not-“ To everyone’s surprise, the song began. It wasn’t like it used to be, but it didn’t matter. “We’re like the disc,” Niki suggested. “We all used to work in tip-top shape, but now...” “Now we’re just banged up and scarred all over.” Tommy finished. Suddenly, Niki began to weep. “I’m gonna miss him so much.” Fundy wrapped his arm around her as tears filled his eyes. “I know Niki, we all will. He was like a brother to all of us...” As he said this, he looked Tommy in the eyes and mouthed the words _I’m so sorry._ At this small gesture, Tommy could feel the flood of tears dripping down his cheeks, streaming down his neck. He moved his chair in closer and embraced Niki and Fundy. Niki was hyperventilating, Fundy was sobbing, and Tommy announced to all of them, in the best confident voice he could muster, “Dream’s gonna pay.”
The clouds loomed overhead, seeping into you and filling you with every inch of guilt you'd been trying to ignore. You spun on your heels, frantically looking around. Nothing. It was the same, destroyed ruins of the place you once called "home". But then, what was that? You had sworn you'd heard a familiar chuckle. Taking quiet breaths, you slipped past the debris that stood in your way as you entered an old, ruined shack. You touched the wooden sign above the house, unable to make out the broken-up words. With a bit of prepping, you placed a foot inside the shack and entered. A couple of chests stood lined up against the wall. Your toe hit against an object in the middle of the house and you winced, glancing down at what it was. Another chest. "Hey, Tommy! Here's your therapy update for today. - Therapist Puffy" Your heart lurched into your mouth, you felt like throwing up. You'd gone in circles. Once again. But- why couldn't you remember going this way? Everything felt hazy, but you'd been here not that long ago. You were walking for hours on end, remembering as you stepped inside his shack and only to forget once you left. You stumbled around, searching for anything new, anything else. Something seemed to catch your attention, something at the far left of his house, carved on the floor. You hurried towards it, your eyes filled with shock. Something new. Something familiar but unfamiliar all at the same time. You pressed your fingers into the carving as your eyes adjusted to it. You let out a high-pitched shrill, a terrifying one. It'd kill anyone at the sound. A simple message you'd known too many times before laid in front of you. It filled you with old, old memories. You remembered why there was nobody left. You killed them. You killed your friends, family. All because of his power over you. It was your fault. All it took was one simple message, one like any other. :) A sob escaped your throat and you fell back, scuttling towards the door. You wanted to leave as quickly as possible. The wind rustled outside as you thrust yourself towards the opening. Suddenly, you couldn't remember why you were crying. With a frustrated sigh, you trudged down the path in front of you in search of something unable to be found. And so the reoccurring circle began. Silence to screams. Nothing to horrific memories. Confusion to panic. Repeating, repeating, repeating. Every second of every minute. Every minute of every hour. Every hour of every day and so forth. Endless pain. All because of a simple masked man that you once knew.
*You wake up in a clearing, alone. *You hear music coming from... somewhere. *You try to remember how you got here. *You can't. *You try to remember who your friends are. *You can't. *Their faces are blurry. *You can only remember a _S M I L E._
Cold. Oh so cold. You stood up, watching the particles of ash and soot drip down lazily. They were mocking you. *It's all your fault* . The voices screamed. They yelled and shouted. You clutched your head, fear engulfing you. You walk blindly across the wooden path littered with black. And... red. Blood. It sickens you. You reach the place you called home. The tall building. The door is burnt down, the carpet inside smoking. You gasp as tears stream down your face. *IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT* . The voices are louder, screeching and tearing at your skull. You collapse, staring at the corpses that used to be your family. Burnt and bruised, bloody and beaten. Clutching eachother as a last hope. Everything you've ever known has shattered. *It's all your fault* . The voices are quieter. But more resolute. And this time? You believe them.
he dose use this disc when he was talking to the Dream voice, in one of the streams it wouldn’t stop even tho he took the disc out. And I’m pretty sure it’s a Tommy thing
TW: Blood, gore, ptsd? You wake up feeling pale. Your head was throbbing. You feel your face and there was blood dripping down. You slowly get up and look around, it was empty but the sound of nature around you. You keep walking. A path ahead of you was coming to an end. With hope in your eyes thinking this hell of a nightmare was over, you stop dead in your tracks. In front of you was a structure. It was covered in black stains that smelled of old blood. The voices started again... The flashbacks started again... A new flashback came. Its was you on in the middle of the structure chained like an animal screaming for help, telling the people of the town why you did it. They didn't listen, they just nodded and opened a smaller cage. The people drank invis so they couldn't be see by it. Inside was an evoker its eyes locked on you. It summons vexes as a way of torture as they cut you while joyfully laughing and bickering to eachother. You were in pain and agony bleeding from multiple cuts and wounds. You softly cry to yourself. Then you speak in a weak tone, " *I... I didn't mean to* " More cuts were inflicted tears running down your face. " *I...* " Suddenly from the ground, a pair of jaws rose up and snapped you in half before you could even start your second sentence. Blood curdling screams filled the air then became silent You come back from your flashback remembering everything that you did, you start to cry but it quickly subsided into laughter soon getting louder and louder... 'I remember everything...' Hope ya enjoy my little yet long story. :)
@@abhinavsinha2311 well there is another part but not continuing this It's a custome minecraft disc video i found a few months back It's called wandering souls (a black and red-ish disc) Find that and find my comment there and you'll see
"Hello? Is anyone there? Did they leave me?" Tommy begins to question. He can't hear anyone, anything really, anymore. *No, no they didn't.* He can't explain it but - something feels wrong. *Something is wrong.* Music begins to ring through his ears. "Mellohi?" It doesn't sound right. "Tubbo?" He saw a figure in the distance. "Tommy! You came to save me!" But he didn't look right, his face was blurred - only a sinister smile left. The signature Dream smile. "What? Save you from what? What the fuck is going on, Toby?" He questioned, angered, confused, scared. "*Do you not see the blood on the walls?*" Tommy looked around, walls start to form around him, blood and letters marked all over. His pupils shook and his knees gave in, he fell to the floor. "We'll build this nation together, Tom! Just you and me!" He heard a familiar voice say, then Wilbur faded into view, same sinister smile left plastered onto his blurred face. - - - Mellohi played louder. It's tune turned darker. And darker. Until, *he* appeared. "You caused everything, Tommy! You should've just listened to me, we could've been *one big happy family*." And then Tommy saw his own corpse, dark obsidian walls stained with red. His vision faded to black, but this time - he wasn't revived. ==== fin.
puffy who believed tommy's death was her fault jumps off a cliff taking her final life Puffy survived after hitting for a few minutes as she sees white eyes in the distance as her vision faded to black and finally dies
This place is all there is for miles. It looks out over a valley covered by lush green forest, almost completely overtaken by the greenery. It’s odd. Some places there are huge green jungles tangled with roots and vines, and some places are just rocky, icy craters. Ruins, almost, but there isn’t any sign of there ever being life. Well, life like you. Except for this place. This bench has been your favourite spot. The structure is so small and simple it’s a wonder it survived… whatever happened. You place your pack on the bench and take a moment to relax, something you haven’t been able to do in a while. Beside the bench is a strange box. You nudge it with your foot, and suddenly music begins playing. It’s distorted, but it’s the first music you’ve ever heard. It’s hauntingly beautiful. You sit down. You can see your camp not too far away, the fire still glowing faintly. You’ll have to go back when it gets dark, but you have some time before sunset. The music suddenly stops and the box pops open, revealing a curious disc. Is this what was making the music? You spot faint writing on the disc, almost invisible. You put it carefully in your pack, to always keep the music with you. You will cherish this… this Mellohi.
the freezing air prickling your skin was painful, but you paid no mind to it as you walked through the snowy biome towards Snowchester. the soft crunching of the snow beneath your feet was keeping you awake in the moment, but you weren't sure for how long. as you approached the small town, the massive mansion stood out to you the most. that being said, however, you knew something was off. even if there was nobody home, the town always had a comforting air to it. but today was different. with the realization of this, panic set in. you picked up the pace straight towards the large house that stand tall in front of you. as you pushed open its great doors, what you saw haunted you; the now frost-bitten corpses of your two closest friends and their beloved son. they were positioned in such a way where they appeared as if they were taking a family photo. almost in a normal sense, if not for the fact that there was blood everywhere. it was splattered across the formerly perfect floorboards and the stairs. there were shattered shards of Totems all around them. as you gathered the courage to get closer, something stood out to you. it was written in crimson, but now dried, blood. a simple smiley face coupled with the venomous words of Dream. all it said was "*meet me.*" and with that, you knew exactly what you had to do.
@@elenajane4687 no , i don't ! sorry ! i actually typed this on mobile so i don't rlly write that often ( cus mobile is annoying and i don't have a laptop ) , but i'm glad you liked it ! :]
It was a woodland mansion for sure, you knew it was... Looking around, expecting fight but getting silence, something's off, but what was it? The feeling of loneness filled the air, bringing an unsettling vibe. You continued walking down, even outside the mansion now seemed quiet... not finding anything, not even a vex or pillager, you left. The lonely feeling you got didn't leave, even outside the game... Just what did you really find in there..?
It's cold, very cold. You feel the cold wet air on your skin. You can't wear your jacket anymore now that it's covered in red stains. It's dark, very dark. Darkness itself has swallowed you whole. You think to yourself for a moment, how come this had to happen today? why couldn't it have waited for a warmer day? But the cold makes for great company. Acompanying you through your journey. You know that because you did what you did, it'll never leave your side. You feel... sort of happy, you'll never be alone again. You've gained a new friend! But is this friend even... real? Or have you decended into such a horrible state of madness that you can't distinguish between reality and your dreams? The voices echo in your head, but you can't understand a word they say. You're... not yourself anymore.
@@noodlesthefurry3840 Depends on the time of day. Right now, I feel good. I've got a new funny feeling. I'm glad i'm actually feeling something. But i'm sad, I know that this feeling won't last forever. It'll be gone before I know it. One day, this new feeling will be like the feelings in my childhood. So missed, so treasured. I wish I could go back to those happy early times, where my happiness wasn't empty.
*Ranboo finds the disc and decides to play it* *everything slows down* *he takes the disc out but he realizes it is still playing* "What the-" "Hello" "Ranboo :)"
the saying of "your mind is everywhere in time when youre at the end of it" have you thought about why your mind has been racing recently? do you even know who is talking anymore? are you sure the you is the real you? its incredible really, just how fragile both human minds and bodies are. just one bad thing, and they want to break their broken selves for good. go on then, shatter. theres no one to pick up your peices anymore, they are in peices.
Suddenly you awoke. All you remember was explosion and noise. yet now it was quiet, oh so quiet. the smoke crept through the air like poisonous gas making its way to choke you until the air stopped flowing through your lungs. You lay in the rubble of a small watch tower you had built with your friends. the night sky was lit up with a glowing orb which you soon identified as the moon. You go to move and feel a throbbing pain in your leg. you move your head ever so slightly to look and see huge chunks of flesh missing with copious amounts of blood flowing out. you see your friends, or what remains of them, and choke on your own blood. your soon to realise both are living, but hardly. you do your best to scramble over to them which the little strength you have. "T-tubbo..? Ranboo..?" you whisper. The words felt like fire coming up your through and you gasp at the pain that comes from your throat. One of them moves. He makes a noise. "*⊑⟒⌰⌿ ⋔⟒*" he groans. you feel a sign of relief wash over you as he speaks, proving he is alive. i will carry this on later lol
I feel like this is the kind of song where you're standing at the end of a very long and dark hallway and at the other end of the hallway a crooked figure is standing ominously it's head and neck elongated out twisting around coming slowly towards you while the body stays behind. Like the teacher from little nightmares II.
You stumble upon a place that has a massive crater after looking for your lost friend. You look around for people to ask for directions. Everything was dead quiet. Cold winds gushing upon your ear٫Fire cackling٫and you walk around this mysterious place and you somehow see a van and told yourself "Why does this look familiar" and you keep walking to find something. And you see dead bodies scattered everywhere٫houses destroyed٫hotel teared down٫craters everywhere. And you still somehow feel familiar about the place. You walked up to a bench and saw a music box with a disc in it. You started playing the disc and as it started. You suddenly remembered the place. You were with your friends٫family and pets running around in a beautiful feild. And you see this image in your head running away with your horse as lmanburg was being destroyed into bits and peices. You run towards lmanburg and seeing all your friends dead. You quickly gasp and ran to your house and seeing all your pets corpses on the floor. You hold them for dear life. And someone creeps up to you "Hello٫ so it looks like u came back" "wanna know what happened?" It was dream.. you quickly responded "WHAT DID U DO٫ YOU KILLED THEM YOU KILLED EVERYONE" "you left for a reason right?" and gives a piece of paper. "we were friends :)" You turn to dream looking at him "y-you were never my friend you..YOU KILLED THEM" and you see tubbo walking towards you and has a big smile "Tubbo!? youre okay!" "ofcourse im okay٫ why wouldnt i be?" and you turn around and saw dream walking away. You somehow started remembering the times you had in lmanburg. And you quickly asked tubbo "where is michael? where is he!?" tubbo responded "hes here. he will be safe" and saw tubbo holding michaels dead body and you started to sob but not trying to cry cause it will burn your skin. "Tubbo...Why?" Tubbo started giggling with a big smile. It turns out tubbo was a traitor. He didnt care about michael at all. You got your axe out and killed tubbo. You didnt hold you tears and started crying. Seein michael dead hurts more than getting scars You carry michael to the mansion. Stomping on the cold ice. A cold breeze. You walk in michaels bedroom and seeing dream. "You actually thought that was tubbo?" while laughing "W-what do you mean?" "you do know. I can control EVERYONE on this server. Including you." "why do you have to do this?" "cause i want power. I am a god. I can control everyone. I can bring people back to life" you sit down on the floor. Thinking about something. And your vision started becoming blurry. You feel dizzy. You see dream walking up to you and you fall down of the floor. It was only darkness. And you see a sign. "Goodbye :)"
tick tock why did you do it? you knew it was bad. but here we are. can you remember? are you in control? are you sure? :) (edit: sorry to ruin the vibe, but my favorite person in the entire world just replied to my comment. i am very happy.)
Where are you? Was the accident really your fault? Can you even remember? Did you do it? Are you sure? You rub your eyes, unable to see anything. The room slowly comes into focus. Walls and floor made of obsidian, blood spattered on the ground. You slowly look up at the wall, and you see it. :)
" Dream..? " " *You said I wouldn't escape.* " " *And yet here I am.* " " *I mean...We we're like best of friends but you just betrayed him.* " " No.. No I didn't the book.. Kept track of my memories I wrote everything in it. " " *Apparently you forgot Ranboo.. I mean, I'm not even real.* " :) Edit: Oh pog my most liked comment- Didn't think it would go that well at all... Making ranboo lore in wattpad I shall send you the link.. Probably if it lets me Edit?: GOD DAMMMNNNN MANS- Might as well store these in my discussion for later Also drink water and don't be like me because I keep forgetting *DRINK YOUR WATER CHILD AND DO YOUR HOMEWORK.* If not just try to do an assignment and drink some choccy milk :D It made da pain go away plus it is the closest thing that is to happiness so TAKE IT. MMMM 12AM IT ALMOST IS AND IM SLEEP DEPRIVED AS FU- : I see the smiles people... hehehhe :)
As soon as this turned on it gave me a sense of fear I've never felt before, Or a better word would be dread. I can't feel emotions and it still makes me afraid. Jesus. It just has so much emotion and heaviness tied into it.
You try to understand why none of them came and visited you. Why they left you alone. Exiled. Why they left you suffering. Manipulated. And weak. Maybe they really just despise me. Maybe I am just a useless child.. Maybe Dream was right. Should I listen to him?.. He's the only one who cares. He cares. He visits me. He cares. Even my best friennd doesn't care. He cares about me. He's my friend. He.. ''We can get rid of your ''best friend'' together, Tommy.'' ''You'll feel better.'' :)
You don’t remember You don’t remember You don’t remember Forget Forget Don’t tell anyone Don’t tell anyone You did it It was you You killed him You did it Don’t tell anyone It was you You did it Døńt tēłł åńŷøńē :)
Enough Minecraft story’s ima make one about UNDERTALE *You fell down. The flowers are dead. Must have hurt. *In the next room you find............ you meet......... you learn.......... nothing, I suppose. *you continue through the ruins. There’s not just no monsters, but no dust either. *Toriels’s home. Not clean. Dirty, not dusty. A faint aroma a cinnamon-butterscotch pie floats around. *The pie is gone. You hear the fireplace crackle. No fire. You go back and look in the sink. *A clump of white fur. *Nevermind. *The ruins door is open. Right before you step through, you feel warm, like you still got that hug. *No camera, no gate, no guard station, no lamp. Despite the dread you got before crossing the bridge, you suddenly feel uplifted, as if somebody told you a joke. *Nobody told you a joke. *Snowdin town. Why was this place here, if nothing else was? Still nobody. *Waterfall. As you walk through, you feel scared, but for no reason, as if......... *Are you even here? *A small mountain looms above you. You feel some faint wind, like a spear being thrust towards you. You keep walking, despite not being fine. *The heat beats down on you. Who could possibly offer salvation? *A lab. Why? *A............ door? *An elevator ride down. A walk through a lab. You see writings on the wall. Why are these here if nobody was there to write them? What is, “Determination”? *Nothing to see down there. *A hotel dedicated to nobody. You try the elevator. It seems to work fine, but you want to continue onwards. *A maze, all the puzzles are solved for some reason. *A dead end with an elevator. *Who is telling me this story of the kingdom? There is nobody here. *... *What story? *... *Maybe you shouldn’t go in there. *Of course you go in anyway. *A brilliant hall, filled with starlight. There is a darker spot on the ground... like feet. The feet are judging you. *Wait what? *A home like Toriels. Must be a model, it’s nicer. Or is it more homely? *Maybe it’s the faint music. A musical version of pain. Down the staircase. *A room with a throne. And dead flowers. *Next room. *People. *So many people! You run up to talk to them! You were scared! Of course you where, the song was deafening now. *Everyone is black and white. *They stare at you. Like a blade into your soul. *Their eyes are white. *You run out of the underground. No barrier. Who needs to trap people who do not exist? *The sunset is beautiful. But as you watch it for an hour or two, it doesn’t move. *Nothing moves. Maybe you are the last one. *You and me. *Welcome to my life, Frisk. *Nothing to be afraid of. We should just wait. You will find it can be fun. WOW you read this thanks people who read this. Sorry if some parts done make sense I was on my iPad
Tagging this bc it's important and I should've when I first posted: //blood, character death, possession maybe, lmk if I missed anything Something made Tubbo wake up. He was cold, and turned over in his bed. But he ended up laying in the empty space where Ranboo should be- just slightly warm as if he had recently left. "Ranboo?" He muttered. He sat up. Ranboo wasn't besides him. It was still dark, so Tubbo lit a candle. Ranboo was not in the room. The mansion was defeningly quiet- except... somewhere, some kind of song was playing. Tubbo got out of bed. Tubbo opened the door to the hallway, and the song got slightly louder. It was mellohi- distorted, because it echoed slightly across the hallways. But it wasn't just any mellohi, it was Tommy's mellohi. Tubbo had listened to that one disk on repeat, and knew every little scratch and flaw in it. But how was that possible? Tommy should have had it in his enderchest. As Tubbo followed the music through the dark mansion hallways, a slow chill crept up his spine. It was leading him to Micheal's room, he realized. The door was slightly cracked. His stomach filled with dread- at what, he didn't know. The music was loud, now, and Tubbo felt like he couldn't breathe. Tubbo blew out his candle. He opened the door. A dim light from a lantern was on in the room, illuminating a tall figure. Ranboo was standing over Micheal's bed. Tubbo couldn't tell what he was doing. "R-Ranboo?" he asked. Ranboo's hunched form didn't move. Tubbo took a step forward, and Ranboo twisted around to stare at him. For a split second, Tubbo saw a bloody axe in Ranboo's hand, and Ranboo's hauntingly empty eyes. Then, the lantern's flame by Micheal's bed blew out, and mellohi ended with an ominous hum. Tubbo screamed and stumbled back into the hallway away from the now pitch-black room, the bloody image ringing in his mind. He panicked, stumbling over himself, and finally managed to run. He tore down the dark hallway, hardly able to see. He forgot where he was in the mansion, but he found a room with doors. He jumped inside the cramped space- one of the many closets Foolish has built- and shut the doors behind him. He was breathing too loud, but he was panicking. What had Ranboo done? He could hear a slow scrape of an axe dragged across the mansion's floorboards. Ranboo's footsteps were loud, slow and sure- not like his normal, nervous shuffles. All Tubbo could think of was his haunted eyes- someone, something had taken over his body. The footsteps were getting louder. Tubbo backed away from the door. He was being hunted. Ranboo's voice called, right outside Tubbo's closet. It sounded soft, gentle, somehow. "Tuuuubbooooo~". It reminded him of Dream's manipulative drawl. Toying with him, making a game. The closet door opened. There was a smile on his face as he raised the bloody axe.
@@mysticmelodic Aww ty! I posted it late haha. Also the reason why they're in the same bed is bc they're husbands in Dream SMP canon and they share the same room/bed in the mansion Foolish built, that's all
WHAT ABOUT ANOTHER STORY 😃 . . . -"It's too late to get out of this" +"There's still a chance! Just leave me alone!" *He tells you to smile +"Why would I? Leave me alone!" *But there's an urge *That tells you to smile *Makes you remember old days when you loved to smile **You remembered the reason why you never smiled again* -"If you feel ready to be alone, start hearing the silence and miss people that you used to love; then tell me" *-"Should I Go?"* >Yes No **He stared at you for a while* **You wondered why* **He smiled.* +"No, not again-" **He took a step to you* **You panicked* STAY AWAY *You started to run as fast as you can LEAVE ME ALONE *A rock in your way made you fall **You looked back* :)
_'But nobody came...'_ a sense of dread fills you, but you feel strangely seperate from it. You know you should feel dread, you know you should feel guilt but you can't help yourself from bursting out laughing, the same three bloodcurdling screeches repeating; this is all a game to you. Why did you do it? You look around you to see solemn snow slowly dancing down to the ground, landing on a familiar red scarf that you stole from him. Even after you stripped everyone of their lives, you feel no remorse or respect. In your mind, if you kill _it_ , _it_ belongs to you. Something inside you reveals itself, a desperate hope or maybe a deep regret. Trying as if its life depended on it, the feeling grew greater and you felt your stomach sink. But, it didnt take much to control this rebellious emotion, and you were present once more. Even so, a great sense of loneliness fills your body, or maybe you just missed having someone to kill. Maybe you should have thought ahead before going through with it all, but nothing can stop you. It could take all the force in the world and you would still find a way. Are you happy? Does the empty, broken, misted town pleasure you? Of course it does. You are strangely disconnected from all emotion, and even when you are laughing histerically at another death, you do not feel joy the same as others. The thought of all the families, 3/5 pronounced dead or missing makes you smile and blush. You know the survivors are suffering, but you cant stop enjoying it. Another round of shrieking laughs takes over again, this time with even more heart. You will stop at nothing. idk why i decided to write about undertale instead of, you know, minecraft? but WOOOOOOO
haha! I've won finally! We can be one big happy family again! I'm so excited! Are you guys? Oh right. They are all dead. Hm. Oh well! Guess I'll start one myself! Will you help me? Huh..? Will you help me old friend? We'll start another world together! My Dream SMP! Just us! It'll be fun! I.. They are all gone..Why..? Aww, don't worry! Don't be scared, I'm here! We'll be best buds! We're gods! We will never die. You will never leave me! How could I ever leave you? I don't want to be here anymore. Don't be so sad, they deserved it. No. They don't. Stop. You will never leave my side, you are too important to me. :)
This feels like the world is ending,people are dying, everything is burning and you are alone then this song starts to play in your mind you are walking slowly on a road,you know this is the end and you lost all of your power and you accept this end...
But.. I got rid of the voice! I got rid of the voice.. I got rid of the voice... I.. I got rid of the voice.... _did.. I get rid of the voice?_ *it's simple. I'm you.* *I'm not even real.* *:)*
I.....I don’t remember Why WHY CANT I REMEMBER ..... HES NOT REAL .... there is no escape... No where to run.... No where to hide..... He is always watching..... :)
Preview of a horror thing I came up with, usually I make comedies or adventure stories but I decided to give it a go, enjoy they fell to the floor. he couldn’t close his eyelids. taped to the airplane propellers, he tried screaming but it was to no prevail. He started seeing things and patterns under his eyelids, as everything started to seemingly melt. voices in his head were screaming and crying out even though he knew this was the end. meanwhile, on the news channel, the old man told the people about the community and how he would be taking “selected ones” into “the program”. one ex-father, going crazy after losing his child to suicide, then proceeded to drive the jet up high in the sky, slowly shredding the man on the propeller. and the citizens fooled by “the program” were trapped in the boxes for eternity. serves them right.
(Remember this is all fiction, you are fine :] this is one of my 2nd time writing horror, so sorry if it's bad lmao! I will edit this for mistakes, if you find any! Drink some water, stay hydrated :D) The illusions are getting more real by the week. I could even hear it talking to me, well, at least fragments of sentences. Staring into its endless white eyes, it makes me feel uneasy, at best. My friends are starting to stare at me. I can't go into the public anymore, they'll think I'm crazy. But I'm not. I'm never crazy. .... Where is everyone? They keep on disappearing week by week. But more of the void creatures are popping up. It's like the people are getting replaced. The void creatures are starting to look like them, too. Sometimes they come back. But they seem more.... Bland? Emotionless? Yeah, that's the word. Kind of like a porcelain doll. It's creepy. But not as creepy as them. At first, they could only talk a little, but now, they can speak, almost fluently. They're starting to sound like my friends, too. They like to smile at me. .... I think I need to sleep.
"i got rid of the voice..", he sits in his panic room, whispering to himself. He can feel dream trying to take over him. he can feel it. "It hurts, tubbo.." "it hurts so bad..", sadly ranboo doesn't get a response. He slowly opens the door, seeing tubbo head down, infront of him. "tubbo..?" he whispers. Tubbo slowly looks up His eyes, glowing purple. "you're..alone ranboo." "alone." "forever." "Alone :)." Ranboo starts to panic, he runs out of the room, down the stairs. He stands still, looking towards Michael's room. Without hesitation he runs inside, seeing dream infront of Michael's lifeless body. "remember what i told you ranboo?" Dream slowly walks towards ranboo. Ranboo standing there, looking at Michael, remembering tubbo, his friends, l'manburg. his memories all came back, everything he ever wrote into his memory books, all the memories came back. Standing there with tears falling down his cheeks, he hears dream whisper, "you are not real, ranboo. :)" "you never were." *okokok listen im not a good story writer but i felt like writing something while listening to this and i think it came out alright,,*
So i've seen a lot of Ranboo POVs, and I wanted to put my own little spin on it.... This is an AU of mine, so i figured it would be cool-- Insane Tommy go brrrr (TW: Blood, manipulation(?), gore, someone being attacked/strangled) You stand there, staring at the wreckage at your former home. You look to your side, where almost everything is in flames. The place you had helped to create, the place where it all had started... it was gone. It was all Dream's fault... And Tubbo's, and Technoblade's-- It was everyone's fault. If they just hadn't been so selfish, if only you could have been smarter, you could've fixed it, it could've been perfect. _but wait,_ voice in your head says. _there's still time to fix it..._ You stare at L'manburg one last time as you hear footsteps approaching you. "Tommy. I know this place meant a lot to you, but it was for the best," Says Philza, your once father figure. But he's nothing to you now. You can hear Tubbo crying as he sees the wreckage of his country. _it should've been your country._ You hear Technoblade stand behind you, next to Philza. "Tommy, see? We did it, the corrupt government is finally dismantled. We can live in peace now." You whip around, rage filling your features as you charge toward the blood god, wrapping your hands around his throat. "NO! WE CAN'T LIVE IN PEACE! L'MANBURG WAS PEACE! IF YOU ALL HADN'T BEEN SO SELFISH--" You then phase off into screaming nonsense at Technoblade, until your vision goes red with rage. When you open your eyes, you are kneeling by the wreckage of the bench that you and your former best friend had once sat at. You can hear a disc playing, but it sounds broken. But it's your disc, you realize, you have it back. You feel someone place their hands on your shoulders. _"Well done, Tommy. Maybe you aren't so useless after all..."_ That's when you notice the blood covering your hands, and the corpses of everyone who you had known in the field surrounding you. *:)*
What is wrong? You can’t move, until you do, with no command from you. You are floating along, panic rising in the space where your chest is no longer yours. You are snuck downstairs in this body, and they attack the only ones that you love, and it is gone. Tears fill your eyes and you collapse, suddenly in control of the body that was once yours. :)
Wake up... We need you to wake up. It's time to wake up from this dream you call reality. C'mon, wake up so we can go back to playing our game! You've been asleep for a while! An-.. What? Who's.. Tommy? Ranboo? What are you talking about, silly? *I don't know who these people are..* What do you mean, 'look them up?' I have. There's nothing about a Ranboo or a Tommy online. Y'know, I think you should rest a bit longer, we can play tomorrow! :) --------------- REMEMBER, YOU ARE REAL! THIS IS REAL! RANBOO AND TOMMY ARE REAL, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, YOU ARE SAFE! IT'S OKAY!!
(*Read while song is playing*) You somehow found yourself in a poorly lit theater. Every other seat around you was filled by silhouettes, with you placed in the center of the front row. On the stage with flickering lights, a scrawny and pale ballerina was dancing slowly with sluggish movements, her limpish body seemingly unaffected by gravity. Upon closer inspection, you realized that the ballerina wasn't even alive- eye sockets bloody and hollow, lips agape and dry. Her lifeless corpse was merely hoisted up by wires imbedded into her decaying flesh. Her feet dragged across the floor as she was tugged over to the edge of the stage, and dropped onto her knees directly in front of where you sat, head flopping limply to the side. Her arms rose, and suddenly, the spotlight was on you. Through the blinding beam, you could faintly see two bloodless lines stretch from the corners of her mouth- tearing her face into a permanent sinister smile. Everyone around you stood up and began to clap at the performance, whistles, hollers, and indescribable giggles filled the room. The applause transformed into spine-chilling laughter, a few shrill screams being heard in the distance. No matter how badly you wanted to, you couldn't move from your seat. Terrified, you scrunched your eyes tightly and turned your face upwards, the light above you shining through your eyelids. Opening them slightly, you began to make out the features of a face. It wore the same expression as the ballerina, and as you looked further down, you saw the wooden crosses in its inky, clawed hands. _Where were you?_
You just woke up, You tried to look for someone, anyone, Yet you seem to find no one but yourself You called out for "Someone" "Tubbo?" "Phil?" "Wilbur?" "Sam?" "Where are you guys?" You screamed out for help, But nobody came... You heard multiple whispers, They slowly get louder, and louder, and louder... *Silence consumed you* You saw a glimpse of a wall Carved out in the wall You saw a sentence reading out: "Nobody needed you anyway :)" You start to panic about what was happening You start to worry about what you saw meant Yet you still can't get a grasp on where you are, where is everybody is, and who YOU are, You never even realized that YOU even forgot yourself, *You screamed out for help* "But nobody came..." You heard that voice somewhere before That was the only voice you can make out, out of all the whispers you hear that was the only voice you can make out, "It sounded so familiar, but you/I don't who it is" You saw a strange figure in the distance, It approaches you slowly, until you can see them properly They looked familiar They started talking to you: T= YOU *D* =The figure *D* : Hey There... T: "That was the voice I heard earlier!" You thought *D* : Are you ok? You seem to be lost... T: I... am, I think... You sound familiar, do I happened to know you? *He grinned* *D* : Of course! Don't you remember me? It's me your "Bestfriend" Dream :) P.S. Sorry if the story doesn't make sense, and sorry for my bad grammar, English isn't my first language 😅
this reminds me of a bad ending where the hero is dragged away to be executed in front of everyone, their friends and family, than the villain laughs and fades into the darkness, and reigns power over everything as the hero's efforts were all for nothing
“It’s so amusing, isn’t it? Watching men scramble and try to save their empires of lies, even as it all comes crashing down, they still cannot comprehend that they’ve lost anything, *that now, they know how it feels.”*
Light. Light is what you saw when you opened your eyes. The light blinded you for a few moments, but you forced them to adjust, your curiosity booming as to what happened. Eventually, you sat up, wiping your eyes of the stars. You looked around in wonder, where were you again? Forcing yourself to stand, you look around at the world you awoke in. Tall buildings reaching to the skies, long pathways that lead to various destinations, and a few farms and fun contraptions. Or well, they used to be fun. Now, they were covered in what looked to be a layer of dust, covering its vibrant details and colors in a dull gray. Walking around aimlessly, you felt like you were lost. Anxiety gripped at your insides with ferocious claws as you quickened your pace, feeling like you were going to be trapped by a beast if you were caught. Soon, that feeling exploded, you started seeing figures dart in the edges of your vision. You began to run. You ran for your life, or whatever was left of it, and soon you tripped over a piece of rubble. You sat there for a few moments, and noticed the world was darkening. Soon, darkness covered you whole, and you could only sit in fear as you heard footsteps... And groaning.
Steve? It's me, Alex. You know, your significant other? Why are you looking at me like that? We've been in this place for 3 decades now. I can't believe you don't remember me... I just can't...
This makes me think of a man that has friends but fills like there sliping away, someone who has died but isn't dead, a person thay heated is out of there life but is still there.
You went on a walk through the woods last night, you know these woods like the back of your hand for you have lived in them for 14 years. You had made paths through each section of woods and you where on the way to the stream when you noticed the path wasn’t there, maybe you took a wrong turn, maybe it got covered up from the last storm. You kept walking trying to find the path or the wrong turn you took when you realized you where in an endless labyrinth of trails, all meshed together and all leading back to each other. Yeah heard you name in the wind “a familiar voice” you thought. You picked up your head to look around but no body was there. You heard the voice again, “mom” you thought aloud. There was no way it could bet her, she had disappeared 8 years ago. You looked to your right to see an emerging fog with something cut out, a shape, a shadow. The moon shone around the clouds enough for you to see your mothers figure, blood dripping down her sides, an axe in her hands, hair that hadn’t been washed in years. She kept her head low but looked up for a split second where you made eye contact, a lifeless body, somehow there was blood though. The moon reflected enough in her dilated eyes to see the sentence you feared. “My baby, so good to see you, but you don’t want to see me”. In other words you took it, run. You looked to your left where the fog was enclosing you, and you saw the paths that led to nowhere, nothing else in sight, and then started running.
Please, I'm part of the 'enderwalk arg's sleep deprived theorists' and it's terrifying because everyone goes ballistic everytime he posts a hint or something arg related - even in general, we will go feral if we see ':)' or hear 'falling down'. This just reminds me of the panic room Ranboo had.
Ranboo should totally play this version of Mellohi in one of his lore streams on the Dream SMP. The Chat would losing their collective shit and it would be absolutely hilarious.
TW// “Im so glad you’ve visited me.” “What do you mean…?” “I am you.” “Your the person I’ve talked to the most.” _____________________ You are not real You are not real You are not real You are not real :)
TW Ashes sit like a calm sea, amongst the ashes you see a disc, purple and white is thou disc, as thee goes to pick it up thou sees it go into a box, the disc begins to spin and then you hear it “falling down, falling down, it’s his fault, falling down” thou feels uncertain as thou listens to next part “come on and cry, let the scars grow deep, knife in hand, blood falls down” thou feels their arm tingling and then all goes black
A long, long time has passed in the DreamSMP. Dream is dead, replaced in spirit by JSchlatt. JSchlatt, despite having immense power, was finally captured and sealed away in the old prison that Dream was once in. And when JSchlatt was captured... Sam was along with him. Well, not really; but he might as well be. Once more he is trapped in the prison he created. Once again he must slave away for the bad guy. But... he's sick of it. He can't take it anymore. He wants Schlatt dead, but now SCHLATT is the only one with the book of life. He has the very same knowledge that Dream once had. Sam is... desperate. So, he gets an idea. A perfect idea. *Why not give the prison it's own AI?* Now, it would be difficult, damn near impossible. A previously unheard of feat of redstone engineering; but if it worked? If it worked, he'd never have to worry about another escape attempt ever again! He wouldn't worry about Dream ever again! He wouldn't need to care about Schlatt! He wouldn't need to warden over the next big bad guy! He wouldn't have to worry about the prison ever again! He would no longer be a slave to his own creation! So why *not* do it? Excitedly, he gets to work. He, who had already been subsumed by the colossal shadow of the prison for years, willingly allowed it to swallow him further in order to fully expedite the process. He stopped eating, he stopped sleeping, he stopped *living.* He gave everything he had and then some. He lost what few friends he had left. He became a husk of what he once was. He gave it all. Just for the AI. And after months, what could he show for it? Months? Months and months of work? Nothing. He could show. Nothing. It just wasn't *right.* Nothing was working; there just wasn't enough room in the already massive complex to fit all the components for the AI. It was seeming impossible. But then... in his darkest hour... an *À̶͇ ̷̙̌N̴̬̿ ̶̖̏G̶̰̀ ̸̺̍Ē̵͈ ̸̹͆Ḽ̷͛* approached him. A smiling being who promised him the ultimate redstone part that would make his machine... *complete.* All Sam had to do... *was worship him.* and... he... did. Only then did the deity fulfill it's promise. It gave Sam the most powerful weapon conceivable. An object so brutally amazing it could alter the effects of reality itself. Something so potent, it's debatable whether or not it should be considered "redstone..." or witchcraft. The weapon the deity gave him... was *the command block.* With this new tool in his possession, Sam got to work. He threw out any old designs, instead making *the command block the AI's brain.* It didn't take him long to realize that an infinite amount of information could be crammed into the command block; and he used this in every way possible. After a long, long time... he had it. A functioning, running, AI. Capable of thought. Of deduction. *But no empathy.* Empathy would get in the way- it might see Dream's punishment as... "unjust." So, against his better judgment, Sam left it out entirely. *_AM_** joined the game* (AM is a reference to a supercomputer of the same name in Harlan Ellison's "I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream," a post-apocalyptic horror story about a computer made for war turning on it's creators with the wrath of a god.) AM... *was* the deity. Or was the deity AM? No, the deity was XD... but AM knew all the things that XD did. AM could perform all of the same things XD could. So was AM... XD...? No, it wasn't possible. But... with AM... what is possible and what is impossible... begin to amalgamate into the same thing. AM *is* DreamXD... DreamXD given physical form. This whole time, XD has been a wraith. Something unable to truly affect the world it oversaw. Sure, it could influence it, it could puppeteer but nothing more.. It could give some people some items, tell some people some things, but it could never have a direct. Influence. *AM is that direct influence.* And with his newfound voice. AM... is going to have *F u n . . .*
it sounds like an old clock.....i dont quite know how to feel...
:) I’m not even real
same
exotic butters
@@Kanton-4853 i love the seriousness of the comment and then *e x o t i c b u t t e r s*
Grandfather clock
The fact that this gives me a scary yet comforting feeling is what scares me the most
its kinda like accepting that you'll be murdered when u go to bed at night lol
@@LynnToxd i had a dream about that, it felt so real. you feel scared but in the end your helpless
SAMEEEE
Mmmm best friend turned villain that ur not 100% sure abt but you know you want to trust them so you feel offput yet comforted by them but you wake up one night and you cant find ur friend then you eventually find out theyre a villaon and this is the song that play as you two stand alone in the living room, lights off, the moon shining from behind ur friends back
@@bubba1388 that small scene sounds so fucking good I might draw it
put macaroni in pot filled with 1 quarter of water. Keep heating until macaroni is soft enough to be eaten. Take cheese, 1 slice of butter and a quarter of milk. Mix for until molten together. Mix macaroni and cheese together. pour the final product on a plate or bowl.
Why is there a mac and cheese recipe here
@@emilymills2727 this is a dream SMP comment section what did you expect
@@millyhearts true honestly
I- what?-
i cant stop laughing this isnt that funny help
i reckon this is what tommy’s mellohi sounds like after all the war damage
Im so sorry I had to
Tommy, Niki, and Fundy were all seated around the table, traumatized, horrified, mourning...
After what felt like hours of grim silence, Fundy placed a disc on the table and says, “I found it in the rubble. One last time, for them?”
Tommy stared intently at the disc. It wasn’t just any disc, it was _his_ disc. It was mellohi.
He nodded microscopically and mumbled, “Yea, for them.”
Niki arose gracefully but eerily from her chair and spun on her heel to retrieve the jukebox. When she returned, she placed it in the center of the table gently. Fundy handed Tommy the disc, careful not to damage it. “Would you like to do the honors?” Fundy whispered. Tommy nodded and blinked the tears out of his eyes. One last time.
He lifted the disc up and slid it into the disc slot, where is lowered itself in roughly. Fundy said, “It’s quite banged up from the war, so it might not-“ To everyone’s surprise, the song began. It wasn’t like it used to be, but it didn’t matter.
“We’re like the disc,” Niki suggested. “We all used to work in tip-top shape, but now...”
“Now we’re just banged up and scarred all over.” Tommy finished.
Suddenly, Niki began to weep. “I’m gonna miss him so much.” Fundy wrapped his arm around her as tears filled his eyes. “I know Niki, we all will. He was like a brother to all of us...” As he said this, he looked Tommy in the eyes and mouthed the words _I’m so sorry._ At this small gesture, Tommy could feel the flood of tears dripping down his cheeks, streaming down his neck. He moved his chair in closer and embraced Niki and Fundy. Niki was hyperventilating, Fundy was sobbing, and Tommy announced to all of them, in the best confident voice he could muster, “Dream’s gonna pay.”
cool
Yes
@@littlemissfinch this is cool oml ;-;
It does seem like it
i can't avoid :)
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"He is free" :)
"he is in control" :)
*Since when were you the one in control? :)
I'm sorry but I'll I could think of is
I a m o u t o f t h e p r i s o n
@@inkydiamonds same
If his happens on ranboo stream I will be terrified of what is to come
me: *listening to the song while reading the stories*
my screen: *freezes but the song keeps playing*
me: [softly] dont.
i don't get i but slay :D
The clouds loomed overhead, seeping into you and filling you with every inch of guilt you'd been trying to ignore.
You spun on your heels, frantically looking around. Nothing. It was the same, destroyed ruins of the place you once called "home". But then, what was that? You had sworn you'd heard a familiar chuckle.
Taking quiet breaths, you slipped past the debris that stood in your way as you entered an old, ruined shack. You touched the wooden sign above the house, unable to make out the broken-up words. With a bit of prepping, you placed a foot inside the shack and entered.
A couple of chests stood lined up against the wall. Your toe hit against an object in the middle of the house and you winced, glancing down at what it was. Another chest.
"Hey, Tommy! Here's your therapy update for today. - Therapist Puffy"
Your heart lurched into your mouth, you felt like throwing up. You'd gone in circles. Once again. But- why couldn't you remember going this way? Everything felt hazy, but you'd been here not that long ago. You were walking for hours on end, remembering as you stepped inside his shack and only to forget once you left. You stumbled around, searching for anything new, anything else.
Something seemed to catch your attention, something at the far left of his house, carved on the floor. You hurried towards it, your eyes filled with shock. Something new. Something familiar but unfamiliar all at the same time. You pressed your fingers into the carving as your eyes adjusted to it. You let out a high-pitched shrill, a terrifying one. It'd kill anyone at the sound. A simple message you'd known too many times before laid in front of you. It filled you with old, old memories. You remembered why there was nobody left.
You killed them. You killed your friends, family. All because of his power over you. It was your fault. All it took was one simple message, one like any other.
:)
A sob escaped your throat and you fell back, scuttling towards the door. You wanted to leave as quickly as possible. The wind rustled outside as you thrust yourself towards the opening.
Suddenly, you couldn't remember why you were crying. With a frustrated sigh, you trudged down the path in front of you in search of something unable to be found.
And so the reoccurring circle began. Silence to screams. Nothing to horrific memories. Confusion to panic. Repeating, repeating, repeating. Every second of every minute. Every minute of every hour. Every hour of every day and so forth.
Endless pain. All because of a simple masked man that you once knew.
holy shit
:)
this should be made into a book or something i swear
@@nataszacrowley4849 😏
@@kinsalie if you do end up writing this into a book please let us know
:)
The flower’s petals are falling down.
Falling down.
Falling down.
The falling petals have fallen now.
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I'm very much concerned about the comments I'm just going through.
The spooky song has invited all the good writers
*You wake up in a clearing, alone.
*You hear music coming from... somewhere.
*You try to remember how you got here.
*You can't.
*You try to remember who your friends are.
*You can't.
*Their faces are blurry.
*You can only remember a _S M I L E._
Cold. Oh so cold. You stood up, watching the particles of ash and soot drip down lazily. They were mocking you. *It's all your fault* . The voices screamed. They yelled and shouted. You clutched your head, fear engulfing you.
You walk blindly across the wooden path littered with black. And... red. Blood. It sickens you. You reach the place you called home. The tall building. The door is burnt down, the carpet inside smoking. You gasp as tears stream down your face. *IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT* . The voices are louder, screeching and tearing at your skull. You collapse, staring at the corpses that used to be your family. Burnt and bruised, bloody and beaten. Clutching eachother as a last hope. Everything you've ever known has shattered. *It's all your fault* . The voices are quieter. But more resolute. And this time? You believe them.
Ranboo should use this for one of his lore streams
stop giving him ideas
Indeed
dont give him ideas for the love of anything please
he dose use this disc when he was talking to the Dream voice, in one of the streams it wouldn’t stop even tho he took the disc out. And I’m pretty sure it’s a Tommy thing
No /lh
TW: Blood, gore, ptsd?
You wake up feeling pale. Your head was throbbing. You feel your face and there was blood dripping down.
You slowly get up and look around, it was empty but the sound of nature around you. You keep walking.
A path ahead of you was coming to an end. With hope in your eyes thinking this hell of a nightmare was over, you stop dead in your tracks. In front of you was a structure. It was covered in black stains that smelled of old blood.
The voices started again...
The flashbacks started again...
A new flashback came. Its was you on in the middle of the structure chained like an animal screaming for help, telling the people of the town why you did it. They didn't listen, they just nodded and opened a smaller cage. The people drank invis so they couldn't be see by it. Inside was an evoker its eyes locked on you. It summons vexes as a way of torture as they cut you while joyfully laughing and bickering to eachother. You were in pain and agony bleeding from multiple cuts and wounds. You softly cry to yourself.
Then you speak in a weak tone, " *I... I didn't mean to* " More cuts were inflicted tears running down your face.
" *I...* "
Suddenly from the ground, a pair of jaws rose up and snapped you in half before you could even start your second sentence. Blood curdling screams filled the air then became silent
You come back from your flashback remembering everything that you did, you start to cry but it quickly subsided into laughter soon getting louder and louder...
'I remember everything...'
Hope ya enjoy my little yet long story.
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yes I did enjoy it!! very much so!
Thx m8 :D
This is a part of a story
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@@Fefe_the_pug bro I want the full story, and when I listen to this song while reading the part, it hits hard, like, really hard
@@abhinavsinha2311 well there is another part but not continuing this
It's a custome minecraft disc video i found a few months back
It's called wandering souls (a black and red-ish disc)
Find that and find my comment there and you'll see
I was scrolling through my recommendation and found this. I went to go look at the comments and its like reading a horror story.
Wtf
Exactly
Are those people okay
ikr
It is a horror story, phycological horror
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HJEHEHEHEHHEH BE AFRIAD MORTAL-
*Actually no have come choccy milk from your good crow child*
All good things come to an end
Love dies
People die
Family dies
We all die eventually
:)
@Paranormal Stick are you okay?
@Paranormal Stick okay then
memento mori
unus annus
this is the way i think 24/7
5(36 28”” 599
_But Nobody Came..._
memento mori 🖤🤍
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Hey! To anyone in the comments, remember that you are real, and I am too. Don’t forget to take a sip of some water and try to eat something
Cool! Thanks! I prefer milk
i genuinely forgot to eat b4 i saw this thx!
Thanks for reminding me, i listened to this for 20 or 30 minutes now and i really need to drink some water!
Thanks i needed that
Ty I really needed this. It’s sometimes not hard to think you aren’t real haha but ty
"Hello? Is anyone there? Did they leave me?" Tommy begins to question. He can't hear anyone, anything really, anymore.
*No, no they didn't.*
He can't explain it but - something feels wrong.
*Something is wrong.*
Music begins to ring through his ears.
"Mellohi?"
It doesn't sound right.
"Tubbo?" He saw a figure in the distance.
"Tommy! You came to save me!" But he didn't look right, his face was blurred - only a sinister smile left. The signature Dream smile.
"What? Save you from what? What the fuck is going on, Toby?" He questioned, angered, confused, scared.
"*Do you not see the blood on the walls?*"
Tommy looked around, walls start to form around him, blood and letters marked all over. His pupils shook and his knees gave in, he fell to the floor.
"We'll build this nation together, Tom! Just you and me!" He heard a familiar voice say, then Wilbur faded into view, same sinister smile left plastered onto his blurred face.
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Mellohi played louder.
It's tune turned darker.
And darker.
Until, *he* appeared.
"You caused everything, Tommy! You should've just listened to me, we could've been *one big happy family*."
And then Tommy saw his own corpse, dark obsidian walls stained with red.
His vision faded to black,
but this time -
he wasn't revived.
==== fin.
puffy who believed tommy's death was her fault jumps off a cliff taking her final life
Puffy survived after hitting for a few minutes as she sees white eyes in the distance as her vision faded to black and finally dies
This place is all there is for miles. It looks out over a valley covered by lush green forest, almost completely overtaken by the greenery. It’s odd. Some places there are huge green jungles tangled with roots and vines, and some places are just rocky, icy craters. Ruins, almost, but there isn’t any sign of there ever being life. Well, life like you. Except for this place.
This bench has been your favourite spot. The structure is so small and simple it’s a wonder it survived… whatever happened.
You place your pack on the bench and take a moment to relax, something you haven’t been able to do in a while. Beside the bench is a strange box. You nudge it with your foot, and suddenly music begins playing. It’s distorted, but it’s the first music you’ve ever heard. It’s hauntingly beautiful.
You sit down. You can see your camp not too far away, the fire still glowing faintly. You’ll have to go back when it gets dark, but you have some time before sunset.
The music suddenly stops and the box pops open, revealing a curious disc. Is this what was making the music? You spot faint writing on the disc, almost invisible. You put it carefully in your pack, to always keep the music with you.
You will cherish this… this Mellohi.
the freezing air prickling your skin was painful, but you paid no mind to it as you walked through the snowy biome towards Snowchester. the soft crunching of the snow beneath your feet was keeping you awake in the moment, but you weren't sure for how long. as you approached the small town, the massive mansion stood out to you the most. that being said, however, you knew something was off. even if there was nobody home, the town always had a comforting air to it. but today was different. with the realization of this, panic set in. you picked up the pace straight towards the large house that stand tall in front of you. as you pushed open its great doors, what you saw haunted you; the now frost-bitten corpses of your two closest friends and their beloved son. they were positioned in such a way where they appeared as if they were taking a family photo. almost in a normal sense, if not for the fact that there was blood everywhere. it was splattered across the formerly perfect floorboards and the stairs. there were shattered shards of Totems all around them. as you gathered the courage to get closer, something stood out to you. it was written in crimson, but now dried, blood. a simple smiley face coupled with the venomous words of Dream. all it said was "*meet me.*" and with that, you knew exactly what you had to do.
please tell me you have a wattpad I need more
@@elenajane4687 no , i don't ! sorry ! i actually typed this on mobile so i don't rlly write that often ( cus mobile is annoying and i don't have a laptop ) , but i'm glad you liked it ! :]
AND WHAT I HAVE TO DOOOOO
Actual pain
@@sofiabaquero1446 thats for you to decide :)
It was a woodland mansion for sure, you knew it was... Looking around, expecting fight but getting silence, something's off, but what was it? The feeling of loneness filled the air, bringing an unsettling vibe. You continued walking down, even outside the mansion now seemed quiet... not finding anything, not even a vex or pillager, you left. The lonely feeling you got didn't leave, even outside the game... Just what did you really find in there..?
herobrin 😳
@@gamingcookiereal who knows...
then, you realize. you are the vex.
@@sillyswrdd Plot twist; your soul got trapped inside a vex, while the last soul became free, taking over your body...
Literally thought it said "not even a sex or a pillager"
To the tune of ‘London Bridge is Falling down
Snowchester is falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Snowchester is falling down
My... fair... Tubbo
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Evryone in This comment section: *poetry is my passion*
It's cold, very cold. You feel the cold wet air on your skin. You can't wear your jacket anymore now that it's covered in red stains. It's dark, very dark. Darkness itself has swallowed you whole. You think to yourself for a moment, how come this had to happen today? why couldn't it have waited for a warmer day?
But the cold makes for great company. Acompanying you through your journey. You know that because you did what you did, it'll never leave your side. You feel... sort of happy, you'll never be alone again. You've gained a new friend!
But is this friend even... real? Or have you decended into such a horrible state of madness that you can't distinguish between reality and your dreams?
The voices echo in your head, but you can't understand a word they say. You're... not yourself anymore.
Holy- my man do u write novels??
@@noodlesthefurry3840 No, but the voices in my head won't ever shut up. They won't leave
@@KiaraClaw uh u alright?
@@noodlesthefurry3840 Depends on the time of day. Right now, I feel good. I've got a new funny feeling. I'm glad i'm actually feeling something.
But i'm sad, I know that this feeling won't last forever. It'll be gone before I know it.
One day, this new feeling will be like the feelings in my childhood. So missed, so treasured. I wish I could go back to those happy early times, where my happiness wasn't empty.
this is so good!!
Mellohi but a blob's voice is in your head.
No one
Absolutely no one
Let Ranboo never find these
He'll use them against us
It's gonna be great, but terrible
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*Ranboo finds the disc and decides to play it*
*everything slows down*
*he takes the disc out but he realizes it is still playing*
"What the-"
"Hello"
"Ranboo :)"
the saying of "your mind is everywhere in time when youre at the end of it"
have you thought about why your mind has been racing recently?
do you even know who is talking anymore?
are you sure the you is the real you?
its incredible really, just how fragile both human minds and bodies are.
just one bad thing, and they want to break their broken selves for good.
go on then, shatter.
theres no one to pick up your peices anymore, they are in peices.
“go on then, shatter.” bro become a poet
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It's just a burning memory
Aaah i see a fellow dementor
How Tommy's discs sound after being passed around without a case their entire existence
Suddenly you awoke. All you remember was explosion and noise. yet now it was quiet, oh so quiet.
the smoke crept through the air like poisonous gas making its way to choke you until the air stopped flowing through your lungs. You lay in the rubble of a small watch tower you had built with your friends. the night sky was lit up with a glowing orb which you soon identified as the moon. You go to move and feel a throbbing pain in your leg. you move your head ever so slightly to look and see huge chunks of flesh missing with copious amounts of blood flowing out.
you see your friends, or what remains of them, and choke on your own blood. your soon to realise both are living, but hardly. you do your best to scramble over to them which the little strength you have.
"T-tubbo..? Ranboo..?" you whisper. The words felt like fire coming up your through and you gasp at the pain that comes from your throat. One of them moves. He makes a noise.
"*⊑⟒⌰⌿ ⋔⟒*" he groans. you feel a sign of relief wash over you as he speaks, proving he is alive.
i will carry this on later lol
Realize what you've done and created. Look back on what you did.
You did something wrong.
Didn't you?
:) I’m not even real
@@SunnyTheSimp *insert non existent evil maniacal Dream laugh*
if it were wrong, yet you did it, then why did you?
did you think it was not wrong?
:) but you did do those things
@@NoNameTbh4 LMAOOOO
more like wheeze ngl
tw: derealization
am i here?
am i real?
where have you gone?
i don’t know :)
please fucking stop with this i am real im here and im real
Every comment like this I shall laugh at. Not because it's bad, just because I can
@@christus_is2258 These sort of comments really fuck my brain up lmao, derealization is such ass
can yall atleast tw derealization please ?? this is genuinely giving me anxiety lmao
@@maikowo vouch
If Tommyinnit has an evil arc, this would be his theme song.
he could snap soon because of trauma
Read all the story commets with mellohi playing, i swear, its so good
Chills, right?
@@inkydiamonds yes
I don’t know
I’m not yourself
I’m not even real
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HSHSHSH
I got Rid of the Voice, i got, i got Rid of the Voice.
Undertale intensives
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mellohi but nothing it's changed, I really would want this
seeing all the people who havent watched the dreamsmp reacting to all the ":)" is the funniest thing
I feel like this is the kind of song where you're standing at the end of a very long and dark hallway and at the other end of the hallway a crooked figure is standing ominously it's head and neck elongated out twisting around coming slowly towards you while the body stays behind. Like the teacher from little nightmares II.
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טאָן ניט העלפֿן אונדז לאָזן אונדז זיין פריי אַמאָל און פֿאַר אַלע!
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wake up.
in a dark room,
no one?
you hear a strange noise from the corner of this dark room.
is that... a person?
no...
or is it..?
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M4yb3
To everyone writing little stories in the comments, I love you so much and ur so cool😭😭
You stumble upon a place that has a massive crater after looking for your lost friend.
You look around for people to ask for directions. Everything was dead quiet. Cold winds gushing upon your ear٫Fire cackling٫and you walk around this mysterious place and you somehow see a van and told yourself
"Why does this look familiar"
and you keep walking to find something. And you see dead bodies scattered everywhere٫houses destroyed٫hotel teared down٫craters everywhere. And you still somehow feel familiar about the place. You walked up to a bench and saw a music box with a disc in it. You started playing the disc and as it started. You suddenly remembered the place. You were with your friends٫family and pets running around in a beautiful feild.
And you see this image in your head running away with your horse as lmanburg was being destroyed into bits and peices. You run towards lmanburg and seeing all your friends dead. You quickly gasp and ran to your house and seeing all your pets corpses on the floor. You hold them for dear life. And someone creeps up to you
"Hello٫ so it looks like u came back"
"wanna know what happened?"
It was dream..
you quickly responded
"WHAT DID U DO٫ YOU KILLED THEM YOU KILLED EVERYONE"
"you left for a reason right?"
and gives a piece of paper.
"we were friends :)"
You turn to dream looking at him
"y-you were never my friend you..YOU KILLED THEM"
and you see tubbo walking towards you and has a big smile
"Tubbo!? youre okay!"
"ofcourse im okay٫ why wouldnt i be?"
and you turn around and saw dream walking away. You somehow started remembering the times you had in lmanburg. And you quickly asked tubbo
"where is michael? where is he!?"
tubbo responded
"hes here. he will be safe"
and saw tubbo holding michaels dead body and you started to sob but not trying to cry cause it will burn your skin.
"Tubbo...Why?"
Tubbo started giggling with a big smile.
It turns out tubbo was a traitor. He didnt care about michael at all.
You got your axe out and killed tubbo.
You didnt hold you tears and started crying. Seein michael dead hurts more than getting scars
You carry michael to the mansion. Stomping on the cold ice. A cold breeze.
You walk in michaels bedroom and seeing dream.
"You actually thought that was tubbo?" while laughing
"W-what do you mean?"
"you do know. I can control EVERYONE on this server. Including you."
"why do you have to do this?"
"cause i want power. I am a god. I can control everyone. I can bring people back to life"
you sit down on the floor. Thinking about something. And your vision started becoming blurry. You feel dizzy. You see dream walking up to you and you fall down of the floor. It was only darkness. And you see a sign.
"Goodbye :)"
tick tock
why did you do it?
you knew it was bad.
but here we are.
can you remember?
are you in control?
are you sure?
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(edit: sorry to ruin the vibe, but my favorite person in the entire world just replied to my comment. i am very happy.)
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Where are you?
Was the accident really your fault?
Can you even remember?
Did you do it?
Are you sure?
You rub your eyes, unable to see anything. The room slowly comes into focus.
Walls and floor made of obsidian,
blood spattered on the ground.
You slowly look up at the wall,
and you see it.
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Also if anyone likes this, I’ll be continuing something like it on my A03 :)
AYO TO THE PEOPLE READING THE STORIES IN THE COMMENTS U ARE REAL!!
no..
" Dream..? "
" *You said I wouldn't escape.* "
" *And yet here I am.* "
" *I mean...We we're like best of friends but you just betrayed him.* "
" No.. No I didn't the book.. Kept track of my memories I wrote everything in it. "
" *Apparently you forgot Ranboo.. I mean, I'm not even real.* "
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Edit: Oh pog my most liked comment-
Didn't think it would go that well at all... Making ranboo lore in wattpad I shall send you the link.. Probably if it lets me
Edit?: GOD DAMMMNNNN MANS- Might as well store these in my discussion for later
Also drink water and don't be like me because I keep forgetting *DRINK YOUR WATER CHILD AND DO YOUR HOMEWORK.* If not just try to do an assignment and drink some choccy milk :D It made da pain go away plus it is the closest thing that is to happiness so TAKE IT.
MMMM 12AM IT ALMOST IS AND IM SLEEP DEPRIVED AS FU- : I see the smiles people... hehehhe
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As soon as this turned on it gave me a sense of fear I've never felt before, Or a better word would be dread. I can't feel emotions and it still makes me afraid. Jesus. It just has so much emotion and heaviness tied into it.
oh my god it's in words
For some reason i got hypnotised, i was staring without blinking and doing a weird smirk
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THIS IS SO GOOODDD WHAT I HAVENT EVEN FINISHED LISTENING TO THE SONG YET
You try to understand why none of them came and visited you.
Why they left you alone. Exiled.
Why they left you suffering.
Manipulated. And weak.
Maybe they really just despise me.
Maybe I am just a useless child..
Maybe Dream was right.
Should I listen to him?..
He's the only one who cares.
He cares.
He visits me.
He cares.
Even my best friennd doesn't care.
He cares about me.
He's my friend.
He..
''We can get rid of your ''best friend'' together, Tommy.''
''You'll feel better.''
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So many flashbacks
My life flashes before my eyes
And one message passes through my mind.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝙰 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛
You don’t remember
You don’t remember
You don’t remember
Forget
Forget
Don’t tell anyone
Don’t tell anyone
You did it
It was you
You killed him
You did it
Don’t tell anyone
It was you
You did it
Døńt tēłł åńŷøńē
:)
I was reading this and i said after:
Don’t tell anyone
Or he wil come after you
Or he wil come after me
Everybody who knows
Gets to die
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Enough Minecraft story’s ima make one about UNDERTALE
*You fell down. The flowers are dead. Must have hurt.
*In the next room you find............ you meet......... you learn.......... nothing, I suppose.
*you continue through the ruins. There’s not just no monsters, but no dust either.
*Toriels’s home. Not clean. Dirty, not dusty. A faint aroma a cinnamon-butterscotch pie floats around.
*The pie is gone. You hear the fireplace crackle. No fire. You go back and look in the sink.
*A clump of white fur.
*Nevermind.
*The ruins door is open. Right before you step through, you feel warm, like you still got that hug.
*No camera, no gate, no guard station, no lamp. Despite the dread you got before crossing the bridge, you suddenly feel uplifted, as if somebody told you a joke.
*Nobody told you a joke.
*Snowdin town. Why was this place here, if nothing else was? Still nobody.
*Waterfall. As you walk through, you feel scared, but for no reason, as if.........
*Are you even here?
*A small mountain looms above you. You feel some faint wind, like a spear being thrust towards you. You keep walking, despite not being fine.
*The heat beats down on you. Who could possibly offer salvation?
*A lab. Why?
*A............ door?
*An elevator ride down. A walk through a lab. You see writings on the wall. Why are these here if nobody was there to write them? What is, “Determination”?
*Nothing to see down there.
*A hotel dedicated to nobody. You try the elevator. It seems to work fine, but you want to continue onwards.
*A maze, all the puzzles are solved for some reason.
*A dead end with an elevator.
*Who is telling me this story of the kingdom? There is nobody here.
*...
*What story?
*...
*Maybe you shouldn’t go in there.
*Of course you go in anyway.
*A brilliant hall, filled with starlight. There is a darker spot on the ground... like feet. The feet are judging you.
*Wait what?
*A home like Toriels. Must be a model, it’s nicer. Or is it more homely?
*Maybe it’s the faint music. A musical version of pain. Down the staircase.
*A room with a throne. And dead flowers.
*Next room.
*People.
*So many people! You run up to talk to them! You were scared! Of course you where, the song was deafening now.
*Everyone is black and white.
*They stare at you. Like a blade into your soul.
*Their eyes are white.
*You run out of the underground. No barrier. Who needs to trap people who do not exist?
*The sunset is beautiful. But as you watch it for an hour or two, it doesn’t move.
*Nothing moves. Maybe you are the last one.
*You and me.
*Welcome to my life, Frisk.
*Nothing to be afraid of. We should just wait. You will find it can be fun.
WOW you read this thanks people who read this. Sorry if some parts done make sense I was on my iPad
I liked my own comment so somebody would see it ;-;
poggers?!
oh wow 20 likes? already?
uwu
HOLY SHIGHT UNDERTALE YESSS I *_THANK YOU_*
@@personontheintergroogles6911 this was lovely! but i was also like NO NOT THE CINNAMON-BUTTERSCOTCH PIE NO NOT THE EMPTY SNOWDIN
Tagging this bc it's important and I should've when I first posted:
//blood, character death, possession maybe, lmk if I missed anything
Something made Tubbo wake up. He was cold, and turned over in his bed. But he ended up laying in the empty space where Ranboo should be- just slightly warm as if he had recently left.
"Ranboo?" He muttered. He sat up. Ranboo wasn't besides him. It was still dark, so Tubbo lit a candle. Ranboo was not in the room. The mansion was defeningly quiet- except... somewhere, some kind of song was playing. Tubbo got out of bed.
Tubbo opened the door to the hallway, and the song got slightly louder. It was mellohi- distorted, because it echoed slightly across the hallways. But it wasn't just any mellohi, it was Tommy's mellohi. Tubbo had listened to that one disk on repeat, and knew every little scratch and flaw in it. But how was that possible? Tommy should have had it in his enderchest.
As Tubbo followed the music through the dark mansion hallways, a slow chill crept up his spine. It was leading him to Micheal's room, he realized. The door was slightly cracked. His stomach filled with dread- at what, he didn't know. The music was loud, now, and Tubbo felt like he couldn't breathe. Tubbo blew out his candle.
He opened the door.
A dim light from a lantern was on in the room, illuminating a tall figure. Ranboo was standing over Micheal's bed. Tubbo couldn't tell what he was doing.
"R-Ranboo?" he asked. Ranboo's hunched form didn't move.
Tubbo took a step forward, and Ranboo twisted around to stare at him. For a split second, Tubbo saw a bloody axe in Ranboo's hand, and Ranboo's hauntingly empty eyes. Then, the lantern's flame by Micheal's bed blew out, and mellohi ended with an ominous hum.
Tubbo screamed and stumbled back into the hallway away from the now pitch-black room, the bloody image ringing in his mind. He panicked, stumbling over himself, and finally managed to run. He tore down the dark hallway, hardly able to see. He forgot where he was in the mansion, but he found a room with doors. He jumped inside the cramped space- one of the many closets Foolish has built- and shut the doors behind him.
He was breathing too loud, but he was panicking. What had Ranboo done?
He could hear a slow scrape of an axe dragged across the mansion's floorboards. Ranboo's footsteps were loud, slow and sure- not like his normal, nervous shuffles. All Tubbo could think of was his haunted eyes- someone, something had taken over his body.
The footsteps were getting louder. Tubbo backed away from the door. He was being hunted.
Ranboo's voice called, right outside Tubbo's closet. It sounded soft, gentle, somehow. "Tuuuubbooooo~".
It reminded him of Dream's manipulative drawl. Toying with him, making a game.
The closet door opened.
There was a smile on his face as he raised the bloody axe.
WHY ISNT THIS THE TOP COMMENT?? also were tubbo and ranboo in the same bed-
@@mysticmelodic Aww ty! I posted it late haha. Also the reason why they're in the same bed is bc they're husbands in Dream SMP canon and they share the same room/bed in the mansion Foolish built, that's all
@@inkydiamonds I know. But the thought of them sleeping in the same bed is really funny and cute to me, haha. I hope you get more likes soon :)
@@mysticmelodic Ty m8!
@@inkydiamonds you are welcome :)
WHAT ABOUT ANOTHER STORY 😃
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-"It's too late to get out of this"
+"There's still a chance! Just leave me alone!"
*He tells you to smile
+"Why would I? Leave me alone!"
*But there's an urge
*That tells you to smile
*Makes you remember old days when you loved to smile
**You remembered the reason why you never smiled again*
-"If you feel ready to be alone, start hearing the silence and miss people that you used to love; then tell me"
*-"Should I Go?"*
>Yes No
**He stared at you for a while*
**You wondered why*
**He smiled.*
+"No, not again-"
**He took a step to you*
**You panicked*
STAY AWAY
*You started to run as fast as you can
LEAVE ME ALONE
*A rock in your way made you fall
**You looked back*
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Jesus christ that's actually kinda spooki
:) it is everywhere you can’t escape it :)
PROBLEM:
I can't escape :)!
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_'But nobody came...'_
a sense of dread fills you, but you feel strangely seperate from it. You know you should feel dread, you know you should feel guilt but you can't help yourself from bursting out laughing, the same three bloodcurdling screeches repeating; this is all a game to you. Why did you do it?
You look around you to see solemn snow slowly dancing down to the ground, landing on a familiar red scarf that you stole from him. Even after you stripped everyone of their lives, you feel no remorse or respect. In your mind, if you kill _it_ , _it_ belongs to you.
Something inside you reveals itself, a desperate hope or maybe a deep regret. Trying as if its life depended on it, the feeling grew greater and you felt your stomach sink. But, it didnt take much to control this rebellious emotion, and you were present once more. Even so, a great sense of loneliness fills your body, or maybe you just missed having someone to kill. Maybe you should have thought ahead before going through with it all, but nothing can stop you. It could take all the force in the world and you would still find a way. Are you happy? Does the empty, broken, misted town pleasure you? Of course it does. You are strangely disconnected from all emotion, and even when you are laughing histerically at another death, you do not feel joy the same as others.
The thought of all the families, 3/5 pronounced dead or missing makes you smile and blush. You know the survivors are suffering, but you cant stop enjoying it. Another round of shrieking laughs takes over again, this time with even more heart. You will stop at nothing.
idk why i decided to write about undertale instead of, you know, minecraft? but WOOOOOOO
all this from *_a genocide line????_*
*_HOW????_*
@@CaraOMara _AAAAAAAAHH THANK YOU SO MUCH_
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I THOUGHT THIS WAS RANBOO 10/10 COMMENT
man,your on the wrong music for undertale nostalagia. here you go take the right link ruclips.net/video/JdeJ-ct6S4E/видео.html
@@Dragon_Fire_2468 HOLY SHI WOOWOOOOOOOOOO THANK YOU SMMM
Why am i here
This is not real
Am i real?
He help me get rid of the fake
“Thank you (:”
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@@rattusrattus_og stop thats creepy
I was traumatize with the smile emotion before the dream SMP lore happened..
im still traumatize, help
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haha! I've won finally! We can be one big happy family again! I'm so excited! Are you guys?
Oh right.
They are all dead.
Hm. Oh well! Guess I'll start one myself! Will you help me?
Huh..?
Will you help me old friend? We'll start another world together! My Dream SMP! Just us! It'll be fun!
I.. They are all gone..Why..?
Aww, don't worry! Don't be scared, I'm here! We'll be best buds! We're gods! We will never die. You will never leave me! How could I ever leave you?
I don't want to be here anymore.
Don't be so sad, they deserved it.
No. They don't. Stop.
You will never leave my side, you are too important to me. :)
when the jukebox breaks:
i am simply vibing idk what yall are on about
This feels like the world is ending,people are dying, everything is burning and you are alone then this song starts to play in your mind you are walking slowly on a road,you know this is the end and you lost all of your power and you accept this end...
But.. I got rid of the voice! I got rid of the voice.. I got rid of the voice... I.. I got rid of the voice....
_did.. I get rid of the voice?_
*it's simple. I'm you.*
*I'm not even real.*
*:)*
This is on my 1 hour playlist now
Everybody role playin in the comments and I’m just like... 😙🥤
Exactly
I.....I don’t remember
Why
WHY CANT I REMEMBER
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HES NOT REAL
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there is no escape...
No where to run....
No where to hide.....
He is always watching.....
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H3lp m3
Pl3as3
1 c4n't
N0
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Preview of a horror thing I came up with, usually I make comedies or adventure stories but I decided to give it a go, enjoy
they fell to the floor. he couldn’t close his eyelids. taped to the airplane propellers, he tried screaming but it was to no prevail. He started seeing things and patterns under his eyelids, as everything started to seemingly melt. voices in his head were screaming and crying out even though he knew this was the end. meanwhile, on the news channel, the old man told the people about the community and how he would be taking “selected ones” into “the program”. one ex-father, going crazy after losing his child to suicide, then proceeded to drive the jet up high in the sky, slowly shredding the man on the propeller. and the citizens fooled by “the program” were trapped in the boxes for eternity.
serves them right.
*do you sir would like to drink rocks?*
@@UrielDripper *no thanks*
(Remember this is all fiction, you are fine :] this is one of my 2nd time writing horror, so sorry if it's bad lmao! I will edit this for mistakes, if you find any! Drink some water, stay hydrated :D)
The illusions are getting more real by the week. I could even hear it talking to me, well, at least fragments of sentences. Staring into its endless white eyes, it makes me feel uneasy, at best. My friends are starting to stare at me. I can't go into the public anymore, they'll think I'm crazy. But I'm not. I'm never crazy.
....
Where is everyone? They keep on disappearing week by week. But more of the void creatures are popping up. It's like the people are getting replaced. The void creatures are starting to look like them, too.
Sometimes they come back. But they seem more.... Bland? Emotionless? Yeah, that's the word. Kind of like a porcelain doll. It's creepy. But not as creepy as them. At first, they could only talk a little, but now, they can speak, almost fluently. They're starting to sound like my friends, too.
They like to smile at me.
....
I think I need to sleep.
"i got rid of the voice..", he sits in his panic room, whispering to himself.
He can feel dream trying to take over him.
he can feel it.
"It hurts, tubbo.."
"it hurts so bad..", sadly ranboo doesn't get a response. He slowly opens the door, seeing tubbo head down, infront of him.
"tubbo..?" he whispers.
Tubbo slowly looks up
His eyes, glowing purple.
"you're..alone ranboo."
"alone."
"forever."
"Alone :)."
Ranboo starts to panic, he runs out of the room, down the stairs.
He stands still, looking towards Michael's room.
Without hesitation he runs inside, seeing dream infront of Michael's lifeless body.
"remember what i told you ranboo?"
Dream slowly walks towards ranboo.
Ranboo standing there, looking at Michael, remembering tubbo, his friends, l'manburg. his memories all came back, everything he ever wrote into his memory books, all the memories came back.
Standing there with tears falling down his cheeks, he hears dream whisper,
"you are not real, ranboo. :)"
"you never were."
*okokok listen im not a good story writer but i felt like writing something while listening to this and i think it came out alright,,*
The problem is we arent even real
So i've seen a lot of Ranboo POVs, and I wanted to put my own little spin on it.... This is an AU of mine, so i figured it would be cool-- Insane Tommy go brrrr
(TW: Blood, manipulation(?), gore, someone being attacked/strangled)
You stand there, staring at the wreckage at your former home. You look to your side, where almost everything is in flames. The place you had helped to create, the place where it all had started... it was gone. It was all Dream's fault... And Tubbo's, and Technoblade's-- It was everyone's fault. If they just hadn't been so selfish, if only you could have been smarter, you could've fixed it, it could've been perfect.
_but wait,_ voice in your head says. _there's still time to fix it..._
You stare at L'manburg one last time as you hear footsteps approaching you.
"Tommy. I know this place meant a lot to you, but it was for the best," Says Philza, your once father figure. But he's nothing to you now.
You can hear Tubbo crying as he sees the wreckage of his country.
_it should've been your country._
You hear Technoblade stand behind you, next to Philza. "Tommy, see? We did it, the corrupt government is finally dismantled. We can live in peace now."
You whip around, rage filling your features as you charge toward the blood god, wrapping your hands around his throat.
"NO! WE CAN'T LIVE IN PEACE! L'MANBURG WAS PEACE! IF YOU ALL HADN'T BEEN SO SELFISH--" You then phase off into screaming nonsense at Technoblade, until your vision goes red with rage.
When you open your eyes, you are kneeling by the wreckage of the bench that you and your former best friend had once sat at. You can hear a disc playing, but it sounds broken. But it's your disc, you realize, you have it back.
You feel someone place their hands on your shoulders.
_"Well done, Tommy. Maybe you aren't so useless after all..."_
That's when you notice the blood covering your hands, and the corpses of everyone who you had known in the field surrounding you.
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What is wrong? You can’t move, until you do, with no command from you. You are floating along, panic rising in the space where your chest is no longer yours. You are snuck downstairs in this body, and they attack the only ones that you love, and it is gone. Tears fill your eyes and you collapse, suddenly in control of the body that was once yours.
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Wake up... We need you to wake up.
It's time to wake up from this dream you call reality. C'mon, wake up so we can go back to playing our game! You've been asleep for a while! An-.. What? Who's.. Tommy? Ranboo? What are you talking about, silly?
*I don't know who these people are..*
What do you mean, 'look them up?' I have. There's nothing about a Ranboo or a Tommy online. Y'know, I think you should rest a bit longer, we can play tomorrow! :)
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REMEMBER, YOU ARE REAL! THIS IS REAL! RANBOO AND TOMMY ARE REAL, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, YOU ARE SAFE! IT'S OKAY!!
(*Read while song is playing*)
You somehow found yourself in a poorly lit theater. Every other seat around you was filled by silhouettes, with you placed in the center of the front row. On the stage with flickering lights, a scrawny and pale ballerina was dancing slowly with sluggish movements, her limpish body seemingly unaffected by gravity.
Upon closer inspection, you realized that the ballerina wasn't even alive- eye sockets bloody and hollow, lips agape and dry. Her lifeless corpse was merely hoisted up by wires imbedded into her decaying flesh.
Her feet dragged across the floor as she was tugged over to the edge of the stage, and dropped onto her knees directly in front of where you sat, head flopping limply to the side. Her arms rose, and suddenly, the spotlight was on you. Through the blinding beam, you could faintly see two bloodless lines stretch from the corners of her mouth- tearing her face into a permanent sinister smile.
Everyone around you stood up and began to clap at the performance, whistles, hollers, and indescribable giggles filled the room. The applause transformed into spine-chilling laughter, a few shrill screams being heard in the distance. No matter how badly you wanted to, you couldn't move from your seat.
Terrified, you scrunched your eyes tightly and turned your face upwards, the light above you shining through your eyelids. Opening them slightly, you began to make out the features of a face. It wore the same expression as the ballerina, and as you looked further down, you saw the wooden crosses in its inky, clawed hands.
_Where were you?_
You just woke up,
You tried to look for someone, anyone,
Yet you seem to find no one but yourself
You called out for "Someone"
"Tubbo?" "Phil?" "Wilbur?" "Sam?" "Where are you guys?"
You screamed out for help,
But nobody came...
You heard multiple whispers,
They slowly get louder,
and louder,
and louder...
*Silence consumed you*
You saw a glimpse of a wall
Carved out in the wall
You saw a sentence reading out:
"Nobody needed you anyway :)"
You start to panic about what was happening
You start to worry about what you saw meant
Yet you still can't get a grasp on where you are,
where is everybody is,
and who YOU are,
You never even realized that YOU even forgot yourself,
*You screamed out for help*
"But nobody came..."
You heard that voice somewhere before
That was the only voice you can make out,
out of all the whispers you hear
that was the only voice you can make out,
"It sounded so familiar, but you/I don't who it is"
You saw a strange figure in the distance,
It approaches you slowly,
until you can see them properly
They looked familiar
They started talking to you:
T= YOU *D* =The figure
*D* : Hey There...
T: "That was the voice I heard earlier!"
You thought
*D* : Are you ok?
You seem to be lost...
T: I... am, I think...
You sound familiar, do I happened to know you?
*He grinned*
*D* : Of course! Don't you remember me? It's me your "Bestfriend" Dream :)
P.S. Sorry if the story doesn't make sense, and sorry for my bad grammar, English isn't my first language 😅
the manipulation repeats itself
btw i bet tubbos punching air rn
NO STOPPPPP AAAA :)
“I’m not even real”
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this feels like being in your kitchen at midnight with the lights out and seeing a shadow move
this reminds me of a bad ending where the hero is dragged away to be executed in front of everyone, their friends and family, than the villain laughs and fades into the darkness, and reigns power over everything as the hero's efforts were all for nothing
“It’s so amusing, isn’t it? Watching men scramble and try to save their empires of lies, even as it all comes crashing down, they still cannot comprehend that they’ve lost anything, *that now, they know how it feels.”*
Light. Light is what you saw when you opened your eyes.
The light blinded you for a few moments, but you forced them to adjust, your curiosity booming as to what happened.
Eventually, you sat up, wiping your eyes of the stars. You looked around in wonder, where were you again?
Forcing yourself to stand, you look around at the world you awoke in. Tall buildings reaching to the skies, long pathways that lead to various destinations, and a few farms and fun contraptions.
Or well, they used to be fun.
Now, they were covered in what looked to be a layer of dust, covering its vibrant details and colors in a dull gray. Walking around aimlessly, you felt like you were lost.
Anxiety gripped at your insides with ferocious claws as you quickened your pace, feeling like you were going to be trapped by a beast if you were caught.
Soon, that feeling exploded, you started seeing figures dart in the edges of your vision.
You began to run. You ran for your life, or whatever was left of it, and soon you tripped over a piece of rubble. You sat there for a few moments, and noticed the world was darkening.
Soon, darkness covered you whole, and you could only sit in fear as you heard footsteps... And groaning.
Yeah I see what's wrong, it crashed my youtube as soon as I started watching it..
Had to go in my history to write this obviously
Steve? It's me, Alex. You know, your significant other? Why are you looking at me like that? We've been in this place for 3 decades now. I can't believe you don't remember me... I just can't...
I as expecting more dream smp bruh
I was expecting dsmp "lore" but I got Minecraft instead, still pretty sad. :(
When steve does a Ranboo
This makes me think of a man that has friends but fills like there sliping away, someone who has died but isn't dead, a person thay heated is out of there life but is still there.
You’ve been trapped in this small obsidian box for days, getting weaker with every second that passes. Dream’s laugh won’t stop ringing in your ears.
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this should be the song that plays when i become a hot super villain
please everyone needs to make sure ranboo never gets ahold of this
You went on a walk through the woods last night, you know these woods like the back of your hand for you have lived in them for 14 years. You had made paths through each section of woods and you where on the way to the stream when you noticed the path wasn’t there, maybe you took a wrong turn, maybe it got covered up from the last storm. You kept walking trying to find the path or the wrong turn you took when you realized you where in an endless labyrinth of trails, all meshed together and all leading back to each other. Yeah heard you name in the wind “a familiar voice” you thought. You picked up your head to look around but no body was there. You heard the voice again, “mom” you thought aloud. There was no way it could bet her, she had disappeared 8 years ago. You looked to your right to see an emerging fog with something cut out, a shape, a shadow. The moon shone around the clouds enough for you to see your mothers figure, blood dripping down her sides, an axe in her hands, hair that hadn’t been washed in years. She kept her head low but looked up for a split second where you made eye contact, a lifeless body, somehow there was blood though. The moon reflected enough in her dilated eyes to see the sentence you feared. “My baby, so good to see you, but you don’t want to see me”. In other words you took it, run. You looked to your left where the fog was enclosing you, and you saw the paths that led to nowhere, nothing else in sight, and then started running.
Please, I'm part of the 'enderwalk arg's sleep deprived theorists' and it's terrifying because everyone goes ballistic everytime he posts a hint or something arg related - even in general, we will go feral if we see ':)' or hear 'falling down'.
This just reminds me of the panic room Ranboo had.
No... get that accursed mace away from me!
2/4 comments : stories
2/4 comements : (:
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I love that there’s so many smiley faces and just people who are either scared or pointing it out
Ranboo should totally play this version of Mellohi in one of his lore streams on the Dream SMP. The Chat would losing their collective shit and it would be absolutely hilarious.
You are evil.
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TW//
“Im so glad you’ve visited me.”
“What do you mean…?”
“I am you.”
“Your the person I’ve talked to the most.”
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You are not real
You are not real
You are not real
You are not real
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This dude just made remix and everyone started talk about Dream SMP bruh.
TW
Ashes sit like a calm sea, amongst the ashes you see a disc, purple and white is thou disc, as thee goes to pick it up thou sees it go into a box, the disc begins to spin and then you hear it “falling down, falling down, it’s his fault, falling down” thou feels uncertain as thou listens to next part “come on and cry, let the scars grow deep, knife in hand, blood falls down” thou feels their arm tingling and then all goes black
If you want good stories, you’ve came to the right place
A long, long time has passed in the DreamSMP.
Dream is dead, replaced in spirit by JSchlatt. JSchlatt, despite having immense power, was finally captured and sealed away in the old prison that Dream was once in. And when JSchlatt was captured... Sam was along with him. Well, not really; but he might as well be. Once more he is trapped in the prison he created. Once again he must slave away for the bad guy.
But... he's sick of it. He can't take it anymore. He wants Schlatt dead, but now SCHLATT is the only one with the book of life. He has the very same knowledge that Dream once had. Sam is... desperate.
So, he gets an idea. A perfect idea. *Why not give the prison it's own AI?*
Now, it would be difficult, damn near impossible. A previously unheard of feat of redstone engineering; but if it worked? If it worked, he'd never have to worry about another escape attempt ever again! He wouldn't worry about Dream ever again! He wouldn't need to care about Schlatt! He wouldn't need to warden over the next big bad guy! He wouldn't have to worry about the prison ever again! He would no longer be a slave to his own creation! So why *not* do it?
Excitedly, he gets to work. He, who had already been subsumed by the colossal shadow of the prison for years, willingly allowed it to swallow him further in order to fully expedite the process. He stopped eating, he stopped sleeping, he stopped *living.* He gave everything he had and then some. He lost what few friends he had left. He became a husk of what he once was. He gave it all. Just for the AI.
And after months, what could he show for it? Months? Months and months of work? Nothing. He could show. Nothing. It just wasn't *right.* Nothing was working; there just wasn't enough room in the already massive complex to fit all the components for the AI. It was seeming impossible.
But then... in his darkest hour... an *À̶͇ ̷̙̌N̴̬̿ ̶̖̏G̶̰̀ ̸̺̍Ē̵͈ ̸̹͆Ḽ̷͛* approached him. A smiling being who promised him the ultimate redstone part that would make his machine... *complete.* All Sam had to do...
*was worship him.*
and...
he...
did.
Only then did the deity fulfill it's promise. It gave Sam the most powerful weapon conceivable. An object so brutally amazing it could alter the effects of reality itself. Something so potent, it's debatable whether or not it should be considered "redstone..." or witchcraft. The weapon the deity gave him...
was *the command block.*
With this new tool in his possession, Sam got to work. He threw out any old designs, instead making *the command block the AI's brain.* It didn't take him long to realize that an infinite amount of information could be crammed into the command block; and he used this in every way possible.
After a long, long time... he had it. A functioning, running, AI. Capable of thought. Of deduction. *But no empathy.* Empathy would get in the way- it might see Dream's punishment as... "unjust." So, against his better judgment, Sam left it out entirely.
*_AM_** joined the game*
(AM is a reference to a supercomputer of the same name in Harlan Ellison's "I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream," a post-apocalyptic horror story about a computer made for war turning on it's creators with the wrath of a god.)
AM... *was* the deity. Or was the deity AM? No, the deity was XD... but AM knew all the things that XD did. AM could perform all of the same things XD could. So was AM... XD...? No, it wasn't possible. But... with AM... what is possible and what is impossible... begin to amalgamate into the same thing.
AM *is* DreamXD... DreamXD given physical form. This whole time, XD has been a wraith. Something unable to truly affect the world it oversaw. Sure, it could influence it, it could puppeteer but nothing more.. It could give some people some items, tell some people some things, but it could never have a direct. Influence.
*AM is that direct influence.*
And with his newfound voice.
AM... is going to have
*F u n . . .*
People are writing full ass Ranboo fanfics in the comments and I'm here for it.