George’s clones never left.
In fact, they multiplied.
By the time sunrise came, there was an entire civilization of Gaslight Georges, all whispering cryptic nonsense like:
"Did you ever exist? Were you just a dream? Perhaps you were never meant to be."
George, clutching his head, tried to block them out.
“I AM REAL! YOU ARE NOT!”
The Gaslight Georges nodded ominously.
"That’s exactly what a fake George would say."
George collapsed to his knees, visibly questioning his entire identity.
Meanwhile, Dream’s Trial began.
The courtroom never ended.
His mask kept revealing worse and worse secrets, most of which Dream didn’t even know about.
"Exhibit B: The time Dream accidentally kicked a dolphin and pretended it never happened."
Dream gasped. “I didn’t do that!”
"Exhibit C: The time Dream lost a duel to a tree."
Dream grabbed his hair. “That’s—THAT’S TAKEN OUT OF CONTEXT.”
"Exhibit D: The time Dream claimed he was tall but was actually standing on a slight incline."
Dream LAUNCHED HIMSELF INTO THE WALL.
Wilbur, tapping his gavel, sighed dramatically. “Tragic.”
The Gaslight George Civilization expanded.
By midday, the entire DSMP was ruled by George duplicates, all whispering nonsense into the wind, staring blankly at every poor soul who passed by.
Techno approached Phil, as a sentient potato, looking deeply unimpressed.
“I can’t live like this.”
Phil sighed, running a hand down his face. “Mate, I don’t know how to fix it. She’s two.”
Techno was silent for a long time.
“…Can we put her in a containment unit?”
Phil gave up entirely.
Dream’s Trial spiraled.
His mask, now floating above the courtroom, had gained divine powers, glowing like a cursed deity of lore inaccuracies.
"Final Exhibit: The fact that Dream has never actually beaten Hardcore Minecraft without dying once."
Dream threw himself onto the defense table.
“Okay, you’re just making things up now!”
The jury gasped in horror.
Sapnap lost the case immediately.
Tommy threw popcorn.
Dream’s entire legacy shattered in real time.
Techno woke up mid-air, completely frozen in place, limbs locked, unable to move except for his head, which rotated infinitely like a cursed game glitch.
"...What."
Philza’s toddler clapped excitedly. "Spinny!"
Phil sighed. "Mate, she dreamed you had special movement."
Then, without warning, Techno slid across the map at Mach speed, completely horizontal, arms locked at his sides like a T-pose missile.
CRASH.
Techno slammed into a tree—but instead of stopping, he just hovered there, slightly clipping through the leaves.
Tommy lost it.
"TECHNO IS A BROKEN ENTITY."
Wilbur observed thoughtfully. "Can you open a chest?"
Techno tried—instead of his inventory, a villager trade menu popped up.
Phil deeply exhaled.
"Mate, she really likes villagers."
Techno, trapped in existential crisis, muttered, “I am in hell.”
Philza’s toddler, watching her own creations collapse into reality, blinked sleepily and yawned.
“Fix.”
And with one word, she reset everything like a god hitting the refresh button.
George’s clones disappeared.
Dream’s courtroom collapsed into dust.
Techno was human again.
Phil, completely drained, blinked. “…Wait. You can just do that?”
She smiled, hugging her dragon plush.
Phil quit life permanently.