SBs' arms were filled to the brim with apples and oxyide daisies from his earlier material gathering. The man who was usually covered in winter gear, had secretly been setting up his own base in the nether. Upon deciding not to go back to base camp where he was supposed to go, he slipped into the nether by using a lava pool and a water bucket but at the loss of a permanent heart because of his choice of being alone.

SB had secretly been gathering regeneration items in the overworld every Friday, then sneaking back to the nether and back to his base in his nether fortress he cleared out. This Friday was no different, he was currently in the nether, making his way back to his base until he saw another bridge that was made out of pale oak wood. The hell? Nobody else was supposed to be in the nether until next week! Well- besides SB because he went in early.. but as his eyes followed the white wooden planks from behind his sunglasses, he came to the realization that the bridge lead to HIS base.. gosh.. there goes his secret plan.

SB737 ran a hand through his short, naturally slicked back hair, the orange streak in the middle standing out boldly in the mans monotone color palette. He silently made his way back to his nether fortress base, a bit pissed off that his plan of his fake death had been ruined, he was still cautious when he entered the nether fortress. Somebody else was definitely here, that part was obvious from their voice that carried through the quietly dangerous nether fortress. The voice sounded familiar, and SB dreaded to figure out who it was. Nonetheless, he made it to his base point, and of course, out of all people..

Jaron was there, snooping around like the mischievous man usually did. SB leaned on the wall near the entrance, silently watching the detective dressed man try to figure out who's base this was. Eventually he sighed and spoke up, his heavy British accent cutting the silence.

"Oi. Are you gonna stop snooping or do I have to drag you out of here myself Jaron?"