Sammy isn’t sure how the fuck he got here, but he is!
“Ello?” Sammy shouts, walking along the wooden path. He had seen a giant crater, a weird hobbit house, some red vines and the remains of a flag. The DreamSMP sure is quirky, isn’t it?
“Hey? Hello!” Sammy speeds up to catch a figure walking down the path. Their hair covers their eyes (how the fuck do they see?) and has a puffy jacket that no one but a psychopath would wear in this weather.
“What do you want? Who are you?” The person growls (y/n much?), turning on Sammy. The Aussie puts his hands up in the universal sign of surrender.
“I’m just looking for someone,” he explains. “Do you know a Purpled?”
The dude hesitates before nodding. “Why?”
“Uh..” Sammy thinks. This would be a perfect moment for a bit, and to piss off his old friend. “I’m his boyfriend.” It comes off more like a question, but it’s fine.
“..that’s new.” The stranger comments. “Not sure how Purpled got a boyfriend, but y’know. Be who you are.”
“For your pride,” Sammy adds on helpfully. “Right, so can you help me find him?”