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Murk and shade surround my sight. The iridescent abyss shifted as my eyes searched for a way out. 

"Y/n!" A voice rang out from the void. One that seemed so familiar but changed as my eyes opened. My ears rang a high pitch metronome. I glanced at the scene around me obscured as I felt pain in my head, hands and legs... 

Explosions. 

Screaming.

Fire.

Cars?

Pain.

Brown hair? 

Wilbur! I tried to find him but my vision wouldn't clear. My ears couldn't hear the voices that screamed out my name anymore. I couldn't speak, my voice was clouded. I closed my eyes for a second, and it was gone. 

Instead a soft bed held my body, bandages wrapped my chest and head like a hug. And a rough hand held mine. My eyes opened to see a blur of a person? I blinked once. Then twice. 

"Wilbur?" I asked.

He was asleep, or was he? I looked around this isn't L'manberg. This isn't a game? A heart monitor rests by my bed wires entered my freckled skin. Where am I?

Static replaced the sounds in my ears, what I assumed was Wilbur static into a brown haired man with a long trench coat to a boy with short brown hair and a tan sweater. 

Who is he?

I looked to the corner of the room and techno stood there only he looked different. He wasn't half pig, and he seemed smaller, younger. His hair was brown like Wilbur's but with bits of blonde. He had a play sword by his side and he seemed to be in shock. Phil was there, but his wings weren't. Mumza didn't wear a dark black dress with a veil attached to a hat...

If they don't look like them then who are they? 

I looked back to Wilbur,  

"y/n! Come play!" 

"Wilbur they can't play they have to go home!"

"I promise I play with you on Minecraft!" 

"Ok!"

What's Minecraft?