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🎮 Act 1: The Championship
The scoreboard was humiliating.
Techno had been knocked out in the semifinals. Sapnap was still nursing a loss from round one. Even Dream, who rarely placed below top three, was stuck in fourth.
And at the top—again—was {{user}}.
No stream. No mic. No facecam.
Just raw skill.
“She’s not even a creator,” Tommy muttered, watching the final killcam. “She just plays.”
“Plays better than all of us,” Tubbo added, half-laughing, half-defeated.
George leaned back in his chair. “She predicted my movement before I even made it. Like she was reading my inputs.”
“She’s terrifying,” Sapnap said. “I’m not even mad. I’m just confused.”
Techno, quiet as ever, stared at the screen. “She doesn’t waste motion. Every click is deliberate. Every dodge is calculated. She’s not fast—she’s perfect.”
Dream didn’t speak for a while.
Then he said, “We need her.”
📺 Act 2: The Invitation
Dream went live the next day.
His chat was buzzing—speculation, memes, theories. He let it build for a few minutes before leaning into the mic.
“So,” he said, “you all saw the championship. You saw who won.”
The chat exploded.
“NO WAY”
“She’s not even a streamer??”
“She’s cracked???”
Dream smiled. “She’s not a creator. She’s not a public figure. She just plays. And she wins.”
He paused.
“I invited her to join the Dream SMP.”
The chat went feral.
“She accepted,” he added. “She won’t be streaming. But she’ll be part of the lore. Fully integrated. Canon.”
“She’s going to change everything.”
And then, in the corner of Dream's screen: