An ESMP Highschool AU: Imperiya High (OLD)

DA BOIZ!

-Joel-

"So, dream smp huh? Rux high?"

"Yeah." I said to Scott.

"So... They have Dream, Will, Sapnap..."

"George...Tommy...Fundy..." Scott continued, counting on his fingers.

"Not to mention their coach is the legendary Philza."

"Holy sh!t... THEY'RE THE ONES WHO HAVE HIM?!" I burst out.

"Jimmy's never gonna recover in time..."

"Jimmy? Recover from what?"

"Joel... he told you yesterday." Lizzie said.

"Oh yeah, my bad." I said as I turned back to checking their school records.

"We can't play the BEST boy's team in the league WITH ONE PLAYER DOWN? I burst out, just realising what that meant.

"We have one other person who's not on the team." Scott said grimly.

-Pix-

The great battle of the mountain was very intresting.

I pored over the volumes, reading quickly.

Gnome Shrubberry, known to history experts as the last gnome-

"Pix!" A voice shouted.

I looked up. Oli, dressed in his football kit, was walking towards me.

I went back to reading.

left the realm of Imperiya after the rapture-

"PIX!" Oli shouted loudly.

I turned. 

"WE'VE GOT SOME COMPANY-"

Joel burst into the room. 

I lowered my glasses."11ft man, please put that door back on."

"Oh- er- yep!"

Even though I wasn't a part of their silly little wars or clans, they called me part of  the 'stars'? But they did fear me, ever since I made a cardboard model of a bomb in our 1st year and it exploded. The school lab was off limits for a week.

He jammed the door back in the frame sheepishly. " So... I was wondering... could you be part of the midfield?" He fiddled with his fingers. "Jimmy's out and-"

"Alright." I agreed.

"Woa- Uh- thanks Pix!" He said hurriedly as he jimmied the door back out and in again.

I turned to Oli and he handed me a kit. "Welcome aboard!"

-Joel-

I really wasn't expecting Pix to be that good. 

But then we played a match and split into teams.

Team 1 was Me, Scott and Pix.

Team 2 was Sausage, Oli, Joey and Fwhip.

Our coach, Owen, blew his whistle.

From the goalie position, I saw Pix tackle it from Fwhip, who was second-best on our team other than Jimmy, and race through their defence, jumping over everyone.

"What the-"

I watched in utter shock as Sausage, who was defence but could fill in as keeper, failed to save his top corner.

Pix jogged back to me and wiped a little sweat of his forehead.

"wHa-"

"Physics." He said simply.