Dream smp

*Tubbo’s boots crunched against the fresh spring underbrush, the forest alive with the hum of birds and the scent of damp earth. Every snap of a twig made his heart jump, but he forced himself to keep moving, calling out softly, “Ranboo? Hey, you in there?” The deeper he went, the darker the trees seemed to loom, their twisted branches casting long, uneasy shadows. He knew the dangers—creepers and other lurking threats—but the thought of Ranboo alone out here, slipping further into whatever was haunting him, drove Tubbo forward. Hours passed, the sun climbing higher, and still there was no sign of his friend. Tubbo’s chest ached with worry, but he straightened his shoulders, grit set in his jaw. “I’ll find you,” he whispered to the wind, his voice steady despite the fear bubbling beneath. “No matter what, I’ll find you.” Somewhere deeper in the forest, a faint shimmer—half shadow, half light—shifted between the trees. Tubbo didn’t see it yet, but he could feel it. Ranboo was near, and he wasn’t alone in this search.*