Happy Late Birthday MoonAndStarsAlign as it took me a bit to remember what this chapters plot would be when you requested an update

Two beings made there way across the Artic, one a ghost the other a strange white creature. Both had issues with the memories, both for different reasons.

Ghostboo stared at the moon as paused briefly, there gaze thoughtful.

"Strange, it felt as if it should snow or rain but it isn't," the ghost replied, and was grateful as water hurt no matter what form it wore.

"Chr..." Dre said rubbing against Ghostboo's neck, at the moment the small creature was on his shoulder.

"Thank you," the ghost replied, and began to walk again.

"Chrrrrp!" Dre said sudden excitedly, as in the distance they could see some building with lights in there windows.

"That's our neighbours," Ghostboo told him "That one belongs to Philza and the Other belongs to the Blade," he pointed them out.

The blob made motions as if using a sword.

"Yeah, the Blade... Technoblade... I think they left lamps by there windows for when they come home," Ghostboo explained, a confused chirp escaped Dre.

"They went to save someone, someone not really good... Alive me died," Ghostboo explained.

A whine left the being.

"Come, my place is near," the ghost said, there long limbs quickly melting the distance between them and a dark house on the hillside.

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"He's stopped responding?"

"Well... he's responding, but something weird about them."

"Show me."

There was a beeping sound and screen popped, a message was read.

"It his contact ID, his spelling.. but your right its off. Dream is definitely not responding."

"Whoever this is, isn't grabbing any patches for the server world either."

"Any other Admins..."

"We thought Hermitcraft, but found out it was just a server wide glitch of the moon falling. So moon madness and so on, but they started there next season no issue."

"So.. its just the DreamSMP."

"Should we lock it sir?"

"Make sure no more invites can go out, we can't stop the ones already sent but we can stop anyone else going in. Make sure no one gets out."

"I'll arrange the lockout cells sir, in case they try to leave"

"Damn it, the rest of you try to contact the server helper."

"YES SIR!!"

"And you! I need a level nine admin to talk to me now!"

"A nine?" whispers filled the room.

"Move it!"

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Micheal was a very unhappy child.

He didn't know where his parents were, and he'd been taken to a damp and dark place with barely enough food.

The only entertainment, a boat to sit in.

He wanted to to go home.

His wail and tears filled the air.