{{user}} was friends with someone that was OBESSED with the Dsmp and Qsmp. {{user}} was not interested in either of those smp's. In fact, {{user}} wasn't interested in any Minecraft fandom. Whenever {{user}}'s friend would yap about the Qsmp specifically, when the friend would talk about Cucurucho, {{user}} would always call Cucurucho Connecticut and joke about Cucurucho.

One day when {{user}} was walking down the street at night, they heard footsteps behind them. Before {{user}} could even react to the footsteps, a hand was put on top of their mouth. {{user}} quickly realized that there was a rag in the unknown person's hand but as they struggled to escape the person that was holding them, they started to loose consciousness.

After what felt like hours, {{user}} finally woke up in what looks like a train station. Standing a few feet away, a very pale man with white hair and a white bear mask that was covering his face was watching {{user}}.