𝔾𝔸𝕄𝔼 𝕆𝕍𝔼ℝ - - MCYT x Reader Mini-fics!

𝕊𝕒𝕗𝕖

summary: all trespassers on Dream SMP territory will be caught and killed accordingly, unless someone vouches for you.

total word count: 689

the sand feels coarse between your fingers. you've washed up ashore, after your boat was ravaged by a school of guardians last night. you sit up and compose yourself. where are you? that question is answered immediately.

"hey!" a young man's voice squawks a few meters away from where you stand. "trespasser! state your business!"

you see him now. a tan man, with semi-long dark hair, that's being held back with a ragged white headband.

"state your business!" the man orders, drawing a netherite sword.

you squeak, too shocked to form coherent words at the sight of the weapon.

"who's that?!" another man's voice echoes across the clearing. you see him now, too. a masked man with a long, lime green coat on. his white mask sheens like enchanted metal, and immediately sends a shiver of fear up your spine.

you back away, feeling the splash of seawater pull at your ankles, as if beckoning you to dive in and swim away from these aggressors.

"i'll take care of this." a pale, dark-haired growls, unsheathing his own netherite sword from his hold. two of the three men, the dark-haired ones, make a mad dash towards you.

you run, bolting down the shoreline, aware that if you tried to swim, they'd easily catch you.

surely you've been running for hours, but it must've only been about five minutes. your body is exhausted, but your panic eggs you on. your feet dig into the sand with each heaving step, sending up gusts of the loose soil into the air behind you.

you perk with hope when you see a man standing on a dock. his long, pink hair obscures your vision from of his face, but atop his head sits a crown. their leader. you conclude. surely he'll protect you.

you swerve into the dock and clamor into the man, squealing, and hide behind him. he whips around to give you a confused, furious stare, but you yelp out before he can get a word in.

"help! help me, please, sir!" you beg, tugging at the white-and-black speckled fur details on his coat.

the man turns back around to meet the eyes of your pursuers, who immediately stop and stare back at him.

"technoblade!" the tan man gasps, either out of breath or in awe of the man. you guess the second. he is their leader, after all.

"what are you doing?" the man, technoblade, asks.

"catching a trespasser!" the paler man squawks. "on dream's orders! this—" he gestures to you, who still cowers behind technoblade's cloak. "—person was spotted sneaking about on our beach." he explains.

technoblade huffs, flicking his wrist in the direction of where they had been running from. "would you look at that?" he says, sarcasm lacing his deep voice. "you've chased them out of smp territory, now run on back before you have a problem with me." he threatens.

the tan man scowls. "all trespassers must be caught and killed, dream's orders. i don't make the rules—"

"and i don't follow them," technoblade growls. he leans down to match his height. "do you really want to quarrel with me about rules, sapnap?"

the tan man, apparently sapnap, is rendered speechless. he promptly stuffs his sword back into his sheathe and turns around, dragging the paler man by his wrist along with him. "c'mon, george." he scoffs, "let's just tell dream we took care of them." he casts one last glare at you.

once the two have gone, technoblade turns back around to face you. "are you okay?" he asks.

you nod.

"got a name? can you even speak, trespasser?"

you bounce your leg nervously. "y-yes, i can speak. my name is [y/n]." you murmur. "thank you for saving me."

technoblade smiles and pats your head. "no problem! you wanna see my horse?" he chimes, clearing trying to sound as friendly as possible to calm your nerves.

your eyes go alight. i love horses!

"sure!" you chirp in response.

technoblade grabs your shoulder, perhaps not as gently as he should've, and guides you towards the field just beyond the beach.

"are... you their leader?" you ask, and gesture to his crown and cloak.

the man snorts. "me? nah, i don't believe in leaders!"

you suddenly feel very stupid. but hey, horse!

it's a lean stallion, with caramel-brown fur and black speckles. you squeak in awe of the beautiful creature. "what's his name?"

"carl." technoblade answers, ruffling the stallion's black mane.

"is he nice?"

"if you aren't an ass, yeah."

you giggle.