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Squidgame x Minecraft

Cringe crossover i know

Like, its such a small line, it seems so small and insignificant. But then you remember that, canonically, Pixl's character knows the game. He knows Minecraft and its mechanics.

Like, he had to of known that in that moment, when he aided in the death of the Ender Dragon, that it should feel relieving to no longer feel the deaths of your servermates as they fall into an endless void.

But he doesn't. He feels the Vigil, sees the Vigil, and it glitches and stares into him and there's this bubbling feeling of dread as the dragon's death settles in the air.

And he doesn't get why it feels different. It shouldn't feel different. And so he calls out to the person who made the server, the practical Server Admin, and asks why this dragon death feels different. Clearly Minecraft hasn't changed, he would have noticed it, and it's not like he knew that the demon was tied to the dragon because no one told him. So his first instinct is to shout out for the admin and question why its so off because, for once, he didn't have all the answers.

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don't think about the aftermath.

don't think about how the whole realm shook as the dragon breathed its last. don't think about how its dying explosion sent a wave of fear through every empire. how none of the citizens knew what was going on, but they knew something was wrong.

and then after that, don't think about how the emperors came back to find that. not all was as they had left it.

don't think about the cold eyes of the Pixandrians as they turned their back on their king when he pled for their understanding. about the way they drew their thin linen garments close about their shoulders as a chill touched the desert air.

don't think about the darkness that crept over the sky above Mythland and the Lost Empire. don't think about the way the citizens shrunk away into their dwellings. the way they whispered amongst themselves. the way some of them surreptitiously packed their things, glanced over their shoulders, and left their homes and their beloved lands behind.

don't think about a young cod king whose face is twisted with fear behind the mask he gave up so much to reclaim. don't think about swamp water tinged red with corruption, and sickness erupting amongst those who couldn't get out fast enough.

don't think about the mobs flooding through the streets of the Grimlands. about the citizens they dragged away. the terror and guilt in their count's eyes when he returned and saw so many faces missing from the crowd who greeted him at the gates of Eastvale, all because he couldn't quit baiting his enemy.

don't think about a lonely wizard high on a freezing mountaintop with a child who carries the hope of the whole world within its egg. don't think about an elven king who sits in his throne with his shoulders bowed, staring at a pair of golden antlers in silence.

don't think about a grinning demon. a spreading shadow. a looming winter.