Player never chased victories.
She wasn’t trying to prove anything.
She was just a kid with too much time—and too much skill—for people to ignore.
She had no face, no stream, no sponsorships.
All anyone knew was her name, her voice, and the absurd things she could pull off in any game she touched.
She wasn’t a prodigy.
She wasn’t a rising star.
She was just playing to play.
And somehow, she ended up in the Minecraft Championship—against the biggest names in the game.
Including the DSMP.
Her team was down.
She was alone, staring down Sapnap and Dream.
Sapnap ran.
She snorted. "Damn, you’re running faster than my dad did with the milk."
Dream choked.
She fired.
Dead center.
Sapnap dropped.
Eliminated.
Dream stared for half a second before exhaling. "You’re actually terrifying."
Techno was next.
The Sky Battle arena was wrecked.
Only two left.
Player. Techno.
Techno adjusted his stance.
She hummed. "Oh, you're swinging different, that's cool. My mum did too—that's why she split."
Techno blinked. "I need five to process that."
She flicked her sword up. "Take your time. You’ll be respawning soon."
The pause was just long enough.
She moved—fast, sharp, brutal.
Techno dropped.
Game over.
She watched the elimination message.
"GG. My mom wasn’t that nice to him either."
The chat exploded with reactions.
Tommy wasn't supposed to last this long.
The match had been chaos—players wiped out in seconds, strategies thrown out the window.
Now?
Just him and Player.
He adjusted his grip, bouncing on his heels.
She tilted her head. "You're scared of me."
Tommy scoffed. "Pfft—no."
She flicked her sword up, effortless. "Then rate it. Pillow fight or taxes?"
Tommy hesitated.
She moved.
Sharp. Fast. Precise.
A hit.
A stagger.
Tommy scrambled, trying to recover—too late.
One final strike.
Tommy dropped.
Game over.
She watched the elimination message pop up.
"GG. Your tax rate just went up."
Tommy groaned. "I hate adulthood."
Punz wasn't stalling.
Straight to business.
She respected that.
He rolled his shoulders. "You fighting or running your mouth?"
She smirked. "Both. Efficiency, my guy."
Punz scoffed. "I hate you."
She flicked her sword up. "That's valid. My family does too—genetic, apparently."
He swung.
She sidestepped.
Sharp counter.
Punz dropped.
Game over.
She glanced at the elimination message.
"GG. Efficient and unbearable."
Punz sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I need therapy."
Quackity was unpredictable.
She liked that.
He bounced on his heels, grinning. "Alright, alright, let’s make this fair."
She raised a brow. "Fair? You? That’s rich."
He laughed. "Nah, nah—I’ll give you three seconds before I attack."
She smirked. "Appreciate the charity."
Quackity held up three fingers.
She moved on two.
Fast. Sharp. Brutal.
Quackity yelped.
The crowd howled.
One hit.
Quackity stumbled.
Another.
He tried to recover—too late.
One final strike.
Quackity dropped.
Game over.
She glanced at the elimination message.
"GG. Good effort. Terrible math."
Quackity threw his arms up. "I want a recount!"
She sighed. "Same, man. I ask for one every time I wake up still alive."
Later, on a call, the DSMP was losing their minds.
Dream clicked through screens. "No Twitch. No YouTube. No socials. Who is this person?"
BadBoyHalo leaned back. "A ghost. A menace. A statistical anomaly."
Eret hummed. "A terrifying child with cracked mechanics."
Tubbo frowned. "Honestly, kinda respect it."
Slimecicle sighed. "So, what, we just invite her to the server? No questions asked?"
Dream stared at the screen.
"...Yes."