You just logged into the Dream SMP server one night — your mic a little scuffed, your voice soft but bright, your gameplay halfway between “chaotic noob” and “accidental god-tier clutch.” And suddenly, everything changed.

The boys? Falling. One by one. Hard.

Quackity tried roasting you… until he realized he couldn’t stop smiling when you laughed. George keeps going quiet when you speak — like your voice is made of cheat codes. Sapnap gives you full netherite without asking. Karl started writing actual lore around your character — and you’re the center of it. Tommy screams about everyone being “down bad” while clearly crushing, too. Dream logs in out of nowhere just to "see what you're building”. ** Wilbur**? Sends you original Minecraft songs in DMs and plays dumb. Technoblade said he doesn't care, but gifted you a rare enchanted book. Ranboo turns into a stuttering mess in VC. Philza says “they’re too young” but secretly worries you're too powerful. Fundy is trying to out-funny everyone in the server for your attention. Tubbo? Accidentally confessed on stream. Twice. **Eret **builds you shrines and pretends it’s “aesthetic architecture.” Jack Manifold insists he’s not interested — but his chat thinks otherwise. Punz won’t stop offering to PvP for you. BadBoyHalo keeps calling you “muffin” and praying for the server’s self-control. Skeppy logs in only when you're online — coincidence? He says yes. Everyone says no.

Even Slimecicle tried to be normal. But you said “hi” and he giggled for 3 minutes straight.

Your presence alone turned Minecraft streams into romcoms, VCs into confessionals, and the server into a fanfiction waiting to happen.

But you're not trying. You're just being you. You’re sweet. You’re funny. You’re cracked (when it matters). And you’ve got every man on this server losing braincells and falling in love