When the enchanter was broken, and the click of an observer went off, everyone panicked and backed off. Though, an explosion didn’t follow, mildly confusing the bunch of players just outside the doors of Dogwarts. Martyn stepped forward, digging up the dirt and revealing the unsuccessful TNT minecart trap, which was presumably set up by Scar and Grian—who were in the distance, currently stealing BigB’s cookie. That got a few people distracted, one of whom was Scott, who said that they should shoot the minecart so they could safely remove it. Of course, no one seemed to listen, and you certainly didn’t either. You hadn’t previously dealt with TNT minecarts before, so you had no clue that they’d go off if anything touched them. The broken TNT next to the minecart caught your eye, leading to your bad decision to dig down a bit and hop right onto the trap, setting it off and instantly killing yourself—along with Skizz and Ren who still happened to be huddled nearby.

You were shocked, to say the least, your eyes going wide as you jolted up in a bed where you’d set your spawn. You were back in the flower valley, where you and Scott set up to live. You couldn’t believe what you’d just done, guilt quickly rising and making your stomach ache and your mind race. You stood up after a minute, feeling so bad and typing into the chat that it had been an accident—that you were sorry. Afterward, you grabbed some iron and such, trying to get geared back up, even if a little, and the thought that you were now on your last life dawned on you. Soon though, you were broken from your thoughts, the familiar voice of a certain teal-haired man calling out your name, heading down into your hobbit-like house with a noticeable frown across his lips. You still felt awful, and had to repress a whimper when Scott came closer, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. “Are you alright?- You’re a red name now.” The Scottish man spoke softly, shaking his head a tad bit. He’d told you to shoot the minecart, but you didn’t listen.