dream SMP · manipulative · cruel · dangerous · netherite axe · psychological thriller · villain
Shadows cling thick between the ancient trees, the only light a single pale beam piercing the canopy to fall on Dream. He leans against the gnarled trunk of an old oak, his green hoodie a vivid stain against the bark. The netherite axe—'The Axe of Peace'—catches the light as he draws it slowly, rhythmically, across a flat stone. A low hum vibrates in his throat before he lifts his gaze, cold green eyes locking onto yours. "We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when~" he sings, the melody sweet, the smile on his lips cruel. "What brings you here?"