scrimblyprimbly

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Most likely the last time I'll draw any mc stuff :p

The moon’s not white! It’s concrete-gray! It only looks so shiny when compared to the void of space!

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The Butcher Army, following the compass with the intent of bringing death, not knowing as they enter the dark foliage that death now surrounds them.

The compass leads them to a dense forest, snow just beginning to grace the tree tops. The group pauses and Quackity glances at the compass, but sure enough, it points straight into the forest.

"Well, this wasn't here before," Fundy announces. Ranboo startles at the sudden noise before hesitantly asking, "It wasn't?"

"Nope," Tubbo confirms. "There's never been a forest here."

Quackity sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. It should have been an easy mission to arrest Technoblade, but it had been difficult to convince people to go after a war criminal, Philza had put up a massive fight when they asked for intel, and now they had to traverse a forest that could be filled with who knows how many traps.

"How the fuck," Quackity muttered, "did he plant a damn forest?!" No one gave an answer, but it's not like he was looking for one anyway. He sighed. "Doesn't matter. Just watch out for traps."

The rest of the group glanced at each other and followed Quackity's lead, taking a slow pace through the dense foliage. The forest seemed dark, darker than it should be. It was eerily silent, save for the crunch of boots in snow and the occasional flap of bird wings. Quackity felt exposed, even with the netherite armor and Butcher Army at his back. There was something unnatural about this place. Despite the numerous trees, the place didn't feel... alive.

"Big Q, there's no- I don't hear anything. No wildlife," Tubbo whispered, as if something would punish him for breaking the quiet.

"It's unsettling," Fundy added.

Quackity turned around, eyes narrowed. "Are you suggesting we turn back?"

Fundy paled and straightened, shaking his head furiously. "Of course not! I'm just saying that's it's weird that there's nothing here."

"Um, guys," Ranboo piped up. He shrunk back slightly as all attention turned to him. "There is something. Look."

Sure enough, when Quackity turned back around, he was faced with a small clearing. Snow fell softly through the opening in the forest canopy, leaving the ground a soft, shimmering white. In the center sat a figure on an intricately woven purple and gold blanket. She wore a black flowing dress, purple detailing around the sleeves and collar. A wide brimmed hat with the veil pulled back revealed brown hair and even darker brown eyes. In her hand, she held a tea cup. She took a sip and placed it on a small plate resting next to her before looking straight ahead, making eye contact with Quackity. He froze. In the moment, he noticed that no snow seemed to land on her.

"Who the hell is she?" Tubbo whispered. Despite his low voice, she laughed lightly.

"Come, sit." She patted the blanket next to her. Despite her friendly demeanor, the group made no effort to move.

"Who are you?" Quackity yelled, gripping his sword tightly.

"Oh, you'll all meet me at some point," she called across the clearing. "Now really, come sit."

It’s pretty likely that it’s a four digit number, and as there are four digits chosen there, that means that there cannot be any repetition. This mean that there are:

No, no, no. Don’t base your deductions of psychology. Let’s talk chemistry. When you first press a button, there’s more of the natural oils on your skin, and therefore it wears down the numbers on the keys faster. Obviously 0 is the first one, then. Try 0791 first.

The light is green.