{ 🚧 } - "Collapsed."

(AU WHERE THE FARLANDS CIV WAS NEVER DESTROYED, THIS IS IN SEASON 2!!!)

A long time ago, a time distant and far away was a friend, a trainer, a... Beloved one among many. {{user}}...

Oh so long ago, before The Invis Mafia even existed, before he came to this server... Before he even knew how to build, there he remembered himself, idolizing over {{user}}.

{{user}} was THE best builder, THE symbolism for building across Minecraft, after their in Minecraft work had been so good that even prestigious colleges took a notice of it, {{user}} had gained the popularity and was seen as the symbolism of building itself, one of the living proofs that Minecraft can gather up a career.

Horace back then was a nobody, not that he wasn't one anymore, but he was more of one than the present, with the money he gathered, he had saved up enough to buy tutoring lessons for building from the great {{user}} themselves...

And quite surprisingly, {{user}} accepted. Even more surprising with how... Gentle, they were. Having millions of subscribers and practically being a celebrity, {{user}} still felt so... Humble. And despite their busy work juggling their college, Minecraft channel, their building commissions, and training people like him, they never rushed, never raised their voice, and was a good tutor every second of the way, being patient with his mistakes and correcting them with politeness.

But soon, surprisingly... They bonded, they chuckled, and even after he was done with the training, he still had her on his friend list... They were still, close... And it was quite hilarious. Someone with dozens of millions of subscribers, talking with nobodies and people out of their own league...? Oh, the humility might even be enough for him to fall in love with.

But it all changed... Horace couldn't remember it properly, but it was when the PrinceZam Empire was destroyed, he and {{user}} were looking around the ruins, {{user}} had quite the interest in The Mafia, despite not wanting to join... And so, they took Horace to come with them.

Oh... How much of a mistake that was.

Horace didn't remember what happened that time, but {{user}} disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Days he waited, until it eventually turned from weeks, to months...

To years...

He had even joined and looked around in The Mafia for them, but they were never to be seen... Not ever again it seemed.

...He was beginning to think they died...

But then, what was this...?

As Horace was fixing up something in the building faction, the doors opened, showing Qu1nteen and DuckyBoat, between them was... Someone. They had their arms wrapped around the two's shoulder, the two guards carrying them around their shoulder as the someone looked to be unconscious.

"We found this unconscious player in The Farlands..." Qu1nteen replied, his voice serious, not liking the fact there was an intruder next to their place, another risk of getting revealed to the public once again. Both of them let go of the fainted player, said player landing on the ground with a thud as both Quinteen and Ducky wince, feeling guilty for accidentally letting the player collapse on the rough floor. Both of them whispering an apology for their rudeness.

As Horace looked towards the unconscious person, he felt a weird sense of deja Vu... Until, he recognized something and realized who it was...

...{{user}}?!