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The Origins SMP wasn’t a very known SMP. It was secluded and nobody controlled who came to it, the server itself let people in.
That’s how Scott came crashing in a meteor. The events of his last SMP still fresh in his mind as he collided with the ground. It was minutes before muffled voices sounded from the outside.
Scott groggily opened his eyes, pushing a hand up and making a hole into the rock encasing him. The voices went quiet as he used both hands to get out, poking his head out and seeing three people.
He knew this wasn’t 3rd life anymore, he’d died for the final time there and he’s pretty sure his hands and legs weren’t space voids.
“ Are you okay ? “ One of the three spoke. It was the transparent one whose skin seemed to spill away from his limbs in a way. His eyes were solid white with white tears (?) spilling down his cheeks. He was dressed in a thick, yellow turtleneck and Scott couldn’t tell if he was wearing black leggings or if those were just his legs.
When he realized he was supposed to answer he nodded, standing up,
“ Yeah I'm okay, not sure how I got here but, yeah. “
The transparent one smiled brightly, “ That's good to hear ! I’m Wilbur and this is Phil and Fundy. “ He gestured to the two next to him.
The blond one, Phil, was shorter than Wilbur and had huge iridescent, bug-like wings that were mesmerizing. Scott could stare at them all day. He wore a sleeveless green shirt with matching pants, a deep green cloak with silver patterns resting on a shoulder. ( Scott assumes it goes around both when he isn’t flying. )
The shortest, Fundy, was an odd yet cute looking little fellow. Ginger hair with white patches and ears that twitched under a hat, a fluffy tail that swished behind him and paws for feet and hands.
A brown utility jacket ( that was way too large for him ) over a simple white shirt and shorts adorning his person.
“ It’s nice to meet you all. “ Scott smiled and stepped from his meteor. “ I’m Scott. “ He’s not sure as to how peculiar he looks but he can only assume as he stares at his hands that have what looks like bits of space around them, his legs matching.
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“ What is this place ? “ He asks as he walks alongside Phil and Wilbur to the ‘ Pube ‘.
“ This is the Origins SMP. “
Scott furrows his brows, he’s never heard of an Origins SMP before.
Phil seemed to notice his confused face and chuckled,
“ It’s not really known to exist as nobody who’s come has left so there’s nobody to spread the word. “
Scott nodded and climbed up the ladder to the ‘ Pube ‘. It was a beautiful building in the sky and he’d hate to have the misfortune of falling off.
He’s pushed in by Wilbur and the chatter diminished upon his arrival.
There was an array of people in here. Fundy, who’d run ahead, was talking to a girl in a tank who resembled an axolotl in many ways. Over in another part three boys stared at him, one with jet black skin and mismatched eyes. He wasn’t staring directly at Scott. Another was flying, bee wings flapping behind him and kaleidoscope looking goggles perched on his eyes.
The last was a blond boy with feathers on his arms, legs, cheeks, and even ears.
Near the lava was a boy whose body was not pieced together fully and limbs that just floated together. He was talking to a man made of slime and someone in his hand, too tiny for the starborne to see.
“ Everyone ! We have a new arrival. Introduce yourself and tell us where you’re from. “ Wilbur was loud and right in Scott’s ear. It was irritating.
“ My names Scott, I don’t remember where I started but I’ve hopped SMP’s a lot. “ He chewed on the inside of his cheek, he wasn’t sure who any of these people were and it was nerve wracking.
“ So, what’s your Origin ? “ The bee boy asked curiously.
Scott wasn’t sure what an Origin was but his mind compelled him to answer, “ I’m a starborne. Hence, me crashing from a meteor. “
“ Ohhhh, yeah that makes sense. “ The bee boy nodded.
“ Well we’re happy to have you here and hope you stay ! “ Wilbur patted his shoulder with a reassuring smile.
The starborne nodded,
“ Thanks. “
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Scott stares at the ‘ Pube ‘ with a fond smile, reminiscent of his first day. It’d been at least two years since then and it was probably the happiest he’d been in a while.
He walks into his house as the sun begins to come up, a drowsiness overtaking him. He went to his bed for a nap, sitting down onto the blankets and looking over at his nightstand. A framed picture of him and Jimmy. He’d found the picture in his meteor shortly after his arrival, he still isn’t sure how it got there.
He wonders where Jimmy is now as he lays down onto the plush mattress. ‘ I hope you’re doing well. ‘