/M/n's POV/

"Why do you make me do these things, chat?" I asked, scrolling through different questions. Since I had missed an upload, everyone had insisted that I do another Q&A. I had made sure though, that the questions were appropriate.

I guess answering more questions wasn't the worst thing in the world. Could have been worse. Clicking the tab, I entered the next set of questions. "Why did you have to send so many..." I groaned, scrolling through more and more. The condition of this Q&A is that I would answer a question every thirty seconds.

Chat laughed at my misery and started yelling at me to begin. "Alright, alright," I said, "Geez you guys are pushy." Logging onto the Smp, I left my house and started to wander around. The donations began to come in, and I braced myself.

Non-BinaryBitch donated $7.00

What kind of person are you?

I buried my face into my hands and sighed. "I was once late to a class in college because it was raining and I was trying to avoid stepping on worms because I felt bad. That should tell you what kind of person I am."

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"Chat, I can feel you mocking me. Stop it." I snorted, walking towards the woods.

PANic donated $5.00

What is your love language?

"Love language? I asked, leaning back into my chair. "Huh... I guess it would be physical contact, like physical affection. And if I'm ever too overwhelmed for physical contact, words of comfort. I just want someone to tell me it's okay, even though it may not be."

BipBop donated $10.00

What, in your opinion, are the

most attractive things about a person?

I thought for a second, the most attractive things. "Hm... That would probably be... Personality, obviously, eyes, and big hands."

That seemed to confuse chat, but I just shrugged. "I said what I said."

SkippySkip donated $3.00

What is the first thing that pops into

your head when you think of the Dream

Smp?

Without hesitating, something popped into my head and I smiled.

"Sometimes, all I think about is you, late nights in the middle of June. Heatwaves been faking me out, can't make you happier now..." I whisper-sang, and chat went wild.

Dream donated $50.00

How dare-

"Square up Dream, I'll throw you into another dimension," I muttered, breaking down a tree. But I got distracted by a rustling from next to me. I pushed the sound of the donations to the back of my mind.

"Hello?" I asked, pulling out my sword. Making my way towards the noise, I realized that the rustling was coming from the bush to my right. Poking my sword through the bush slightly, I pushed the branches away.

Nothing.

Moving over, I pushed the next bush to the side and found...

Michael?

I quickly lowered my sword, placing it back into my inventory. "Michael? What are you doing here?" I asked, kneeling down to his level, putting my hand on his head. Michael only responded with a snort and patted my legs.

"You live in the middle of nowhere, did you walk all the way here?" At this point, I was talking to myself. Because, you know, Michael doesn't talk. He only patted my legs again, which I took as "up."

Sliding my hands under his arms, I lifted Michael up and held him. He sat in my arms, his head resting on my shoulder. I could feel his little ears twitch as I walked. His small body was warm, which wasn't that surprising considering where he comes from.

"I should probably find Ranboo or Tubbo," I muttered, and Michael squeaked at the sound of his adoptive parent's names.

But for now, I think I should bring him somewhere. Tubbo and Ranboo will come looking for him eventually, and I don't know exactly where their house is. "Let's go to my house Michael," I said, "Your parents know where it is, and I've got a Nether-themed room. It's very warm, I think you'll like it."

He patted my face in response, wiggling his little legs.

My heart melted, God he's adorable.

I wrapped part of my cloak around Michael, who held it in his tiny hands. It was then I realized how minuscule he was compared to me. He only came up to about my knees in height.

Michael grunted and pointed at The Bee and Boo. I brought him over to the building, and he touched the wall, snorting. Michael rested his head against the wall and sniffed. He then put his hand on the wall and squeaked.

Repositioning Michael, I took a deep breath through my nose. It was faint, but I could smell it. "Huh? There are two peoples' smells," I said and took another breath. "Honey, detergent, and apples. That's one, the other is..."

Another breath.

"Wet grass, coal, and baked bread," I said. Why was Michael so interested in these smells?

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Oh.

"Those scents belong to your parents, huh?" I asked, which I think he understood. Michael made a series of squeaks and hiccups, patting my hands.

"Why are you talking to a zombie pigman?" A voice from behind asked, and I turned. There an outline of a man with goat horns wearing a suit. He was very faint though, so my thoughts immediately jumped to the conclusion that he was a ghost.

"I'm talking to him because he deserves to be treated like anyone else," I said, moving Michael to my other arm. His tiny hands grasped the fabric of my cloak, bringing it to his chest. The ghost tilted his head, his eyes glowing ominously. "And", he started, "Who exactly are you?"

"Well," I said, "My name is U/n, and you... You're probably Schlatt, correct?"

"Yes, although a lot of people call me Ghlatt now," Schlatt said, and I shook my head. "I think I'll stick with Schlatt, Ghlatt just seems to... I don't know... de-humanize you? Anyways, what do you want?" I said, gesturing towards him.

"I just wanted to meet the guy everyone's been talking about," Schlatt said, floating around me, "The other ghosts seemed to be fascinated with you as well. Ghostbur said he could touch you." Schlatt mused, poking my arm. "And it appears that I can as well. Usually, we can't physically touch people."

I raised an eyebrow, not that he could see it. "Well, yeah. My dad was half phantom. So..."

"Not gonna lie," Schlatt said, "First time I've heard that one."

"Mhm," I said, clutching Michael to my chest. Michael buried his face into my cloak, hiding from Schlatt.

"Interesting..." He trailed off, looking at me with deep interest. I tapped my foot and maneuvered around him. "Well," I stated, "If that's all you needed, I'm going to leave."

Without another word, I speed walked away and around a corner. Schlatt definitely wanted something, and I had to get Michael out of there before anything happened.

Turning another corner, I sighed in relief when I saw my house. Opening the door, I slid inside, and the door shut behind me.

Michael, seemingly realizing that he was in a safe area, squirmed in my arms. I gently placed him on the floor, and he instantly bolted around the room, exploring his new surroundings.

As Michael bolted into another room, I leaned on the doorframe, watching him explore. Chest after chest, he looked through everything, and I had a thought. "Y'know," I said, catching his attention, "If you find something you really like, you can keep it."

Michael squealed in excitement, shuffling through the chests once more, his tiny tail shaking wildly.

While Michael was occupied, I set my sights back on chat. They had been spamming while I was distracted. "Chat, shush," I said, and chat slowed down a small bit. But not much.

TicTac donated $5.00

If you ever have kids, what kind

of job do you want them to have?

That one made me pause, if I ever have kids?

"If I ever have kids... I don't think I would care what kind of job they had. If they were an animator, streamer, or a firefighter, as long as they were happy and safe, it wouldn't matter to me," I said.

I had never really thought about the topic of kids, I wasn't even dating anyone.

MunchkinKrill donated $7.00

What's the longest you've gone without sleep?

And why?

"I think that the longest I've gone without sleep was... uh... three days, maybe?" I said, leaning back in my chair. "I think it was probably the first time my mother went to the hospital. It had been terrible, I was terrified, I didn't sleep at all. I slept for an entire day after the ordeal was over. But, she's better now than she was before, so that helps."

ArialContext donated $4.20

Michael is trying to get your attention.

I looked down at my legs, and sure enough, Michael was tugging at my leg. In his hands, he held a small purple ball. After closer inspection, I realized that he was holding Corus fruits. I picked Michael back up, and he brought them closer to my face.

"Those are from my old home." I explained, "My father a brought a few things back when he brought my egg here. Those never go bad." Michael snorted, clutching the fruits to his chest. I turned to the stairs behind me and walked down them.

"I want to show you something."

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I headed straight for a small stone button I had disguised. Michael pressed it, and the sounds of clicking and whirring were heard. The stone wall to my left creaked open, revealing another room.

The room was decorated with End stone blocks, and from each of the blocks grew a wiry, dark purple and white plant. All of the blocks, except for one.

There, at the end of the room, sat a singular End block. It contained one of my most prized possessions. It may have been old, but it meant a lot to me.

"This... is my eggshell," I said, and Michael looked at it curiously, snorting. From behind me, I could hear footsteps, causing me to spin around.

"U/n... what is that?"

"Puffy..."

-TBC-