And done with chapter 6! Your stereotypical beach episode, filled with all the usual conversations you'd expect about love. And some kids enjoying themselves on the beach, naturally.
Released Chapter 5. A camping trip where Velvet decides to tell a story of what happened with their parents to some of the kids they've met along the way.
Released Chapter 4. A kid of the sea paints a portrait of another kid, the two discussing over their own lives and misfortunes they've faced. And to chance to leave it behind.
There was a kid. A very young kid, one who was curious of the Great Outside. They had heard about it from many around them; it was a time where everything seemed perfect. Compared to the sterile white they had been living in, where everyone kept poking them with pins and needles, it sounded so much better. The only company they had were the voices in their head.
At some point, all hell broke loose. The details get fuzzy from here, smoke rising onto a new world. … A world of ruin. Disaster and apocalypse lay everywhere, not at all like the bright colors they had once heard of. As they walked, calamity continued to follow them. War, Pestilence, Famine, Death; familiar names to the kid and their voices, ones they eventually attached to themselves. After letting go of the notion over who should be in control, they all solemnly agreed on one thing; It really was the end of their world. A world they never got to experience. Just when they thought they had met someone and could put their trust in someone? They died, at the hands of the tall. The people who were like those with pins and needles. The people who put them in a cage and wanted to test on them, one more time.
But they didn’t sit still; they let it happen, only for things to backfire just like that. And, in one moment…
Everything was gone.
Just the kid, their voices, and raw overwhelming power that came from the ashes of a dead reality.
And a door. A Door to Tomorrow. No, a door to the Great Outside they had been told of. What lay ahead? People who’d cut them apart with axes? Some who’d try to poison and whittle them down? Greedy people who were only in it for the money? Or was it something more terrifying than all of that?
No, nothing would scare them. Not anymore. It didn’t matter whether it was right. It didn’t matter whether it was wrong. They were going to live their own way. Travelling through dimensions, through realities, making their marks.
And maybe, just maybe, they could finally find Home.
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So yeah, that's the summary page of The Door to Tomorrow! Read about this kid as they explore dimension after dimension, trying to reach a goal they're never certain they'll find.
We get a dream sequence chat! Hooray! We probably die in there, oop- Hey wait I think that is just because we disconnected from the server, so nothing to worry about! A better look at our cave home and our connection to poli. This takes place before mc gets kidnapped, since he has the dream and then goes out.
Merry Christmas yall, updating this cuz my favorite story was updated! This was originally 1 chapter, but got too long and beefy so I had to split it. Hope you don't mind the extra words, it has lore trust.
Also also, Sorry if the start is weird, was reading too many Christmas stories before it smh
Oh, how wonderful it is to be able to rest peacefully, surrounded by his fluffy friends with full bellies and secure safety. One can't help but doze off, no? Grow complacent. Sluggish. Slow. Believe in safety. And it is safe, for there are many whose domains protect the vulnerable! But not to outsiders.
As the giant caretaker goes to rest, the littler one sets up a gift for the other. Not in the physical senses, but more of a dream come true kind, albeit temporarily. As you wait for the other to enter the realm of slumber, you quickly snatch them before they enter a dreamless sleep, instead, offering a much brighter one.
He opens his one eye to see that, firstly, he could see again. Turning his head to look around, he can see the roof of the cave, turns his head to the side and sees the flock he so cherished, they seem fairly far away, at least the entrance is blocked. He can hear them happily playing or snoozing about all over near the entrance. Another cursory glance and he can see a small hole in the cave's wall that doesn't lead to the outside, but to a smaller cave. He can sense you sleeping in your own little abode high up in the wall, peeking through the doorway of it to see a sleeping bundle wrapped in a cloth.Taking his sights off you, he goes back to homeseeing. He can see unimpeded here, so he must be dreaming again, just as he did when he fell asleep after the night of the sheep returning home.Home... looks so different now. Originally, he believed home to be with his brothers and sisters in the encampment, huddled around a lit fire as they told stories of the gods and there strengths as he listened in awe of their stories. Or perhaps waiting by the seashore for his father to visit. Slowly, however, as the hope of getting his attention grew dim, his eagerness to be worthy of attention grew. Desperate for some kind of attention. Shaking his head he loses those thoughts quickly. But now his home is here. In his homey little cave, far from the others, far from the shore, but full of those that walk on all fours. His home… is with his sheepfold, which he wholeheartedly adores.My, a poem fit for the muses wouldn't you agree! The rear end of a flute and lyre tune echoes in the winds of the cave as they mutter praises of a very well-received thought poem, the muses giggle at the feeling.The wording is simple, they all agree but the feelings attempting to be portrayed are pure and full, for someone deeply treasured, a familial muse. It has been quite a while since someone has submitted a thought to them, always, a mere human now is dubbed “a muse”, how laughable. The Muses cut off their connection before their malice seeps through, no point scaring off someone who still believes in them.Caught in his musings, he focuses his sight and mind back on what is happening around him. He spent many suns feeling every nook and cranny in the cave that you insisted they move to, trying to picture it in his mind so that he could still picture it despite his loss of sight. But the new additions you added still appear blank to him, despite how many times he gently feels them to try and grasp their looks. What in the seven seas is a slide? Or a New York apar-te-ment? He turns his eye to his surroundings. The cave is much larger than he thought it would be; the ceilings are so high! His attention shifts to a commotion to his right, and he can see the sheep in their grassy paddock near the cave entrance, currently blocked by a large stone. The sheep are so fat and noisy, and his heart blooms with joy; it seems they have no fear thanks to being so sheltered, he cannot believe he was fortunate enough to have such a strong, wonderful flock.He shifts his weight and almost falls off the rock he was perched on (scratch that, he did fall, jack and jill style). Now even farther from the ceiling but closer to his sheep, he rights himself and approaches them. But is surprised to see that they are the same size as him, with him being only a head taller, his whole hand so small. He checks his hands, now small and stubby, he pats himself down to check out more. His head is a delicate color of white due to his fluffy wool, his feet turned hooves are black and stubby, confusingly, he has something almost akin to thumbs too. The realm of hypnos is fascinatingly peculiar, too bad he cannot enter it often. Finished with his check down his mind nearly slips away, shifting to another scene, another dreamscape, before a distraction pierces through with an emotion stronger than anything before it, excitement and yearning love.
Hold on- if he’s tiny and in a dream, then he can finally do this!
Launching himself into a pile that was previously a group of slumbering sheep, he can now cuddle them without fear of crushing them, just hearing exasperated baaah’s and not the crunch of bones. He’s so small! He childishly laughs into the fluff of a nearby sheep, not bothered by his added weight, since he’s so very, very small now! Maybe he’s You size? He’d love to be able to hug you fully without the risk of crushing you; he’ll definitely do that if you appear. He thinks as he tries to remember how large you were compared to the sheep. Last time he carried you, you took up half of his palm, so how big were the sheep compared to that, uhhhhh-
He tries to recall but a displeased baahh bleats right into his ear and he recoils enough that the complaining lamb manages to escape under him. Nuzzling deeper into the pile of softness and wool despite more disgruntled babies attempting to squirm away to find a new napping spot, the few under him he clings onto tightly as they try to flee.
After a while, he gets up from the pile of fluff and sets his eye on another new addition he hasn’t been able to perceive properly, but is very eager to know more about, the place where you gather the food! He has no idea what an “aggressive culture” is, doesn’t know what one looks like, but knows it's somehow related to the food your growing and that he's saying it wrong. Well, sorry he isn't the most educated cyclops, Lamby! But father thought that all his siblings and he needed to learn were hunting and fighting skills. All this knowledge he has besides that came from you. As he never left his island since his birth, even when he still had his sight. Lastly, after his injury, the trouble hasn't been worth the contest to try to leave, especially with the added patrols father insisted.
He follows along a path, guided by prickly bushes to keep anyone from entering except from the entrance at the end of it. Smells a multitude of scents ranging from sweet berries and fruits to herbs he knows are good for healing and should be kept in stock, but he still dislikes them because of their tastes. That one leaf smelled sweet but burned his tongue! He goes past another entrance to a different plot, knowing that the leaves from the ground are for the flock and follows the path down further, passing a sign he doesn't notice nor read that states where he is heading to.
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‧₊˚✧[ The Orchard: A farmer sheep's delight]✧˚₊‧
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On a sign, staked through the ground, is a board that keeps track of all the farm's business, expected harvest time to what other packs are included and also this neat thing about aftereffects- and he’s gone right past it. Probably not important anyway.
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‧₊˚✧[System Packs included: Animal Crossing Mechanics + Stardew Valley Seasons, Green Thumb pack, Grow a Garden fruit evolutions… ]✧˚₊‧
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He pushes past a large leaf curtain, dropping down from intertwined tree branches used as an arch, as small bells meant to deter wandering sheep, tangle around him. Detangling himself from the strings is easier due to his height, but his arms are much shorter now. As he finally stumbles into the farm grounds, he is amazed at the sight before him, letting out a gasp of awe.
A vast multitude of colors tower above him. Colors he didn’t even know existed, ranging from the normal colors of the earth to as blue as the sky! He’s standing underneath trees as wind and leaves tickle him, gazing at your work as the midday rays of apollo shine through the hole in the cave’s ceiling, allowing the sun's rays to color the crops as golden as his chariot.The crops you dutifully tended and proudly chatter to him about, large, golden and shiny, at his current height they reach up to his armpits that it tickles him. He goes further in, past the plants in full sun, and moves under the shady tree branches.
He’s tried to imagine your “or-herd” before, you said they were like a small forest of trees, but specifically only fruit-bearing ones. He tried to imagine it using the descriptor you gave him and his older memories of being under forest trees when he still played under them as a youngling, before he outgrew the trees and its gentle cover.
He reaches up to grab a nearby fruit from the branches that barely fits in his hands due to its massive size. How does a puny shrub and branch produce something this large? If this is your doing, you're a wonderful tender to both the sheep and crops. He applies gentle pressure to the fruit in his hand as a small dribble of juice breaks out from its skin.
The smell is familiar and he can immediately recognize it. It's your favorite fruit, and the pride and joy of your crops. A sweet-smelling fruit that he can now see is as yellow as the sun, a “Man” or something. He can see the resemblance; it's so soft and squishy. He remembers what the taste is like as he takes a bite of the fruit. The sweetness hits him as he remembers when you first fed this to him, baahhing on and on about how great it was to be able to grow tropical fruit in such a musty cave. “No offence Poli! But no matter what we do, it somehow always ends up back to musty! That's the real magic.” you huffed as you tossed a mix of fruits into his larger bowl after properly tending to the sheep’s meal, fruit snacks for the both of you.
Reminiscing of you, he hears another commotion and senses your approach, a familiar bell chime getting closer. You are coming from the direction he just left, most likely waking from the noise and you popped out of your cave in the wall to check on them, you always did that and always climbed up to him to ask what was wrong. He expected his mind to imagine you just as he left you, before your neck was bleeding out in front of him.
He can still vividly picture it. Your bright, dazzling wool with a light golden sheen, was dirtied with blood and rocks as you lay on the ground unmoving. The white spot on your muzzle shaped in a heart, covered by an arrowhead being yanked out roughly.
What pops out from the trees instead was a peculiar sight, a shape that was undoubtedly sheep-like, but it stands on two legs, it has white wool and black hooves, sure, but… The rest of its upper body is unseen, covered in a bright cloak, leaving only the fluffy head peeking out.
Lamby? It smells like them, but they look so odd... Perhaps that is standard for ghost sheep? But you truly look so different, your birthmark of a white heart on your black muzzle is gone now. He always loved to bop it every mealtime, now replaced by a black mark coloring your wool on your forehead, in the shape of a crown.You're wearing the cloak especially for you, with that soft chiming bell, so it must be you, weird dream or not.
You smile at him, something he hasn't ever imagined to be filled with teeth like that, and eyes wider than normal, filled with a glint of mischief he is sure he only recognizes due to himself gazing at his own as he got scolded for trouble. You speak something to him, but he can't hear, as if his ears are filled with wool. Odd, his dream must be breaking or something, can they do that? But he thought that all things crafted by the divine were impossible to break.
‧₊˚✧[But perhaps those beings weren't all that great, and Man-made domains falter eventually. ]✧˚₊‧
He swats away at something buzzing in his ear.
Confused but eager, he approaches your figure, but you seem to evade him, appearing behind another set of trees. He can hear you giggling every time you change positions, in tune with the rustling of leaves and the kicking up of dirt. Perhaps this is a game? Oh, he loves games!He chases you around the forest, legs stubbier than he would like, but enjoying the game even more, he feels like a youngling again!
Both of you are giggling, although yours sounds weirder than normal, like a rustle of metal is blocking your voice. Something is wrong with Lamby’s eyes too; they seem glazed over, almost hazy. They didn't always look like that, right? So dead? You're slowing down your running, he hasn't been able to tag you just yet, but he's gotten so close. Maybe you're just getting tired? But you're playing so energetically, so you can't be sleepy.
He trips on a root and rolls on the ground. He hears you stop running, soft padded footsteps approaching him as he stands up again. Ruffling dirt and stones out from his newly wool-covered body. Standing up and chasing playfully again.
He has never dreamt so happily, seeing you and the other sheep, even in a dream, you couldn't have made him happier, so what if you walked on legs and looked peculiar? It doesn't seem to stop your fun or cause you pain; you must have picked it up from him! Walking on two legs is way better anyway! You can reach stuff much more easily.
He lunges at you once more after his brief respite of watching the sunset color your wool. Have they truly played all day? Poli eventually catches up to you, he can't seem to get tired or get enough of this fun. You're slowing down too, but you don't rest to catch your breath. How unfair, he's incredibly tired! Who knew dreams could be so exhausting? You suddenly stand as still as a rock, he smiles and grabs your arm, thinking your making it easier for him. He huffs a victorious baaah (it's incredibly fun to do that!), As he tugs you on the limb but quickly let's go as you scream. He suddenly feels incredibly afraid, not of you of course, your his Lamb!
But because that painful sound you just let out was so horrifically afraid, a sound of both a dying sheep bleating out and an agonizing human begging for air.As you stop with a panting breath, your eyes never move even as he approaches your side. He goes to reach for you again, gentler this time as if afraid to spook you out of whatever has caused you to cease screaming. He doesn't wish to hear that sound again.
"Lamby?"
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‧₊˚✧[ Open Dreamscape?]✧˚₊‧ "Yes."
‧₊˚✧[ Allow entry through LSN (Local Sleeping Network)?]✧˚₊‧ "No."
‧₊˚✧[ Allow entry through the force inject?]✧˚₊‧
"I mean, sure, since Neru said that is the easiest way, but why does that sound so weird.."
‧₊˚✧[ Do you consent to the possibility of mind control?]✧˚₊‧
"What? no! Do I have to worry about that?! cause if so- Oh, so they have an option to ALLOW that. willingly risk your self to mind control? some freaks man.."
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Director's cut!
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Dream world: Co-op, is like a lan server if you couldn't guess. This brain thought was sponsored by minceraft. :>
Crossposted on Tumblr only, nowhere else, under the name @fatpotatochip, and new writing blog since I got confused with too many fandoms, they will still be posted thei1r, but also reposted on my new one: @whogavethispotatoapen for easier accessibility and logging, with my editor (Potato).
Edit(s) logs: Finally done! Ready for upload. Very eepy over here, potato wanna sleepppp. 12/29/25
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Edit: TUMBLR WAS ANNOYING WITH MY MARGINS, NOW QUOTEV MOBILE IS TOO. LET ME CENTERRRR. >:( -Tea
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Potato fixed it :), if they didn't this probably would've been delayed longer till I got my MacBook.
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Edit: IF YOU GUYS SAW OTHER CHAPTERS, NU UH. QUOTEV BETRAYED ME BY PUBLISHING ALL OF MY DRAFTS THAT NOT EVEN POTATO CAN HELP WITH. QUOTEV WHYYY. 12/29/25 (hopefully no more)
You are in charge of watching over the flock when the cyclops is away, and the easiest method of watching over them is by putting them to sleep so they don’t wander. You might've been a bit loud, though. Why is there a god asleep on the ground?!
This goes out to my moots on Tumblr for motivating this chapter. (shoutout to gayerthantthegays and yuuurrraaa)
Poli went out for… something, you weren't listening very much since you were busy with your own issues. So now you're stuck with watching the sheep again, which normally would be okay, but right now you are trying to figure out what went wrong with the system that caused the sudden World shift, and they keep wandering about!
Neru said this wasn't supposed to happen since they had fail safes, but not impossible to encounter, since previous users experienced it as well, despite it all.
Neru panicked when they couldn't find a way to solve the problem at first, nearly flying through the screen with how fast they were going. You told them to keep calm and that you have faith in their abilities; they saved you before.
Just avoid interacting with anything powerful, and you should stabilize enough to find the problem. Just ignore the numerous powerful entities in this world while being deep in one of their territories, and we should be fine!
Let’s be optimistic, since this Poseidon appears neglectful enough to avoid coming to the island before you can sense him and hide, you should probably be fine.
“Ok, thanks, System. Thank you also, Neru, for coming to help.”
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‧₊˚✧[ (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ]✧˚₊‧
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You are currently wrangling back Parton, Dolly’s twin, back to the flock since that lamb, mischievous and energetic, got startled by a butterfly and ran off.
You can hear the sheep baa-ing and running further in, you calmly follow after the panicky sheep, slowly scaring the sheep towards one of your traps built for runaway sheep and later hear the trap click into action and a confused baa follows. You climb out of the shrubbery and into a clearing where you spot Parton, pinned down by a net, finally calming down since the butterfly flew away.
“Cheeky Parton, you fought a weird hog beast but are afraid of a butterfly?” you shake your head as you approach the calm animal and unhook him from the trap and tie a lead to his homemade collar, you cut from the cyclop’s spare clothes. He has luxurious, high quality cloth but still chooses the toga you made for him.
Which, sweet of him to cherish it, but c'mon dude! This was perfectly good too. Not that the clothes you made him were bad or anything, you tried to copy the style of the traditional robes of Greece, but the clothes you made were just slightly off, given they were made with modern techniques.
Which looked out of place before, but not anymore since apparently? The gods here have instagram and social media, at least their own version anyway.
This place almost reminds you of home, the technology, the memes, the pollution is better here, oh and one major difference, everyone is Just. Built. Different. Like supermodel hot in some cases and hob goblin in others, with historically inaccurate clothing choices sometimes. Like the poseidon here, why is his chest just Out? You felt scandalized at first when you saw him but got over it since he was ruder than he was hot.
Epic Poseidon was beautiful and regal and he was- semi modest? You don't remember. At least he wasn't flashing the world, he had some shame. No shaming this poseidon here, maybe for also being neglectful and a rude jerk, but dress how you want king, just give me a warning next time. Some of us are still going to react like Victorian ladies ok?
As you slowly approach your little campsite full of fat, round, fluffy and well-cared-for sheep flock, you begin singing a tune. A familiar tune that the sheep remember belong to you alone. Safety. Rest. Peace.
They clump together in groups and begin snoozing as your song becomes nothing more than a mellow hum in their cottony ears. The lamb you're leading begins trotting sluggishly, letting out sleepy baaa’s until he trips over his twin and the trio of Dolly, Parton and Lil Bean begin snoozing comfortably on the ground.
You carefully untie the lead from the Parton’s collar and make your way to the center and make yourself comfy on a flat rock and bob your head to the melody with a small chiming of your bell collar.
Ching. Ching. Ching.
You continue humming and keep your voice steady as you receive a System notification.
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𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ↻◌◌◌
‧₊˚✧[ Sheepy Sleepy Time]✧˚₊
‧₊˚✧[Care for the sheep while the Cyclops is away]✧˚₊
˙⋆✮ Quests Completed ✮⋆˙
➤ Make sheep fall asleep
➤ Find lost sheep (1)
➤ Make 40+ creatures fall asleep
➤ Make a godly being fall asleep
➤ Survive an encounter with the god of mischief
➤ Skill level up: Lullaby Melodies
➤.……
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You almost choke on your voice and nearly startle the others awake, which wouldn’t be good, cause apparently another god is here?! What are they doing here? Aren't gods supposed to be territorial or something? That was the whole premise of Epic: don’t cross the gods and their domains!
And god of mischief? Isn’t that from a completely different religion? Why is there a god from a different region in Greece? Are you even in Greece anymore? Stupid world shift. Ok, let's locate the god and hide far away, the sheep should be fine, if not, you’ll fight for them, godly being be damned.
You can blow some Forgetful Mist into their face (Wait. Would that even work on them?), and if things go south, you can teleport the sheep to the cave and abandon this world. That is, if Neru has fixed the problem with the System yet, they said as long as the world isn't a Corrupted World, your leave should be easy.
You can't deal with a corrupted world right now!
Your inner panic is interrupted as some of the sheep begin stirring, and you quickly continue your song. You're looking for anything out of the ordinary. OK, so this god is the god of mischief? From the Norse religion. So the guy must be Loki. ok what do you know about him? You think as you move around clumps of sleeping sheep, looking here and there for anything humanoid.
Marvel made him dark-haired, dressed in green, and pale like a fairy, right? Wait, did they? Or was that one of the worlds you visited? You put in a System Search request and make your voice louder so that things stay asleep.
Is he gonna appear like that or maybe something traditional like Epic Poseidon, dressed in a chiton from Greece? Will he be dressed up as a Viking in cold-weather clothes? Hmmm. You think as you slowly make rounds around the edge of your campsite, singing ever melodic and prominent.
Can this god shapeshift? Myths said he did so, is he disguised as one of your sheep? You begin taking extra careful glances of your sheep as your System finally grants you access to the Research menu.
Why would he, though? gods only ever hid if they were in... trouble! Oh gosh, did this guy make someone mad and was hiding here?! Will they follow him here?!
You stumble on a root, causing you to click something on your System screen, eating dirt, and momentarily ceasing your singing. You quickly get back to it, but that small slip-up and noise woke up something previously happily sleeping, now rudely awoken. Now searching for who interrupted their actual real sleep in a millennium.
Ah biscuits.
“Hmmm, now who would dare interrupt a god's sleep? Come out, whoever you are, and I just might be merciful... Or not~ that was a pretty good sleep after all..” a male voice speaks, and you immediately freeze. Oh snap, Time to flee- Hey! What are you doing to my sheep!
Suddenly, he grabs one of the now awake, confused and bleary-eyed sheep and shakes them around causing it to cry out. “What a funny looking sheep you are. Did you interrupt my sleep?” The poor lamb, Junior officer Woolly, the young calf to Lieutenant Chops, cries out for its parents, who cry out but to him also, but keep a distance from the stranger.
Why is this guy’s hair green?! And he’s in modern clothing too. What is up with these guys and shirt cutouts in their clothes! Don’t they get cold- oh wait yea, they don’t care. Still, this guy is a jerk! Why is he shaking a poor baby? Godly be darned, you are gonna kill him…
“Hmm and where did that lovely music go too, I wasn’t aware that one of apollo’s nymphs was here” he puts down the now shaken lamb as it scurries away on shaky legs and you watch with an aching heart as it stumbles and cries towards the pile of scared sheep now in the middle of the clearing bleating out for their currently missing protector, You.
“No wait, this is Poseidon's territory... so they must be hiding. Oh, how fun! A game of hide and seek, and my prize could be some nice sleep, heehee~” He snaps towards your campsite and vanishes with smoke, now on the rock platform you were perched on before. The sheep became terrified again and began to move towards the edge of the clearing, some making their way near you seeking comfort.
"Woolly! poor baby, cmon over here, I got you now, I'll get rid of the bad man for you like how Antonius planned for Telebob. I'll make him into fertilizer for my gardenias." You mutter to the sheep currently shaking in your arms.
“I swear I heard the singing come from here.” He approaches the path you took to get Parton back to the flock. “Hmm no footprints, only dumb sheep prints- hang on.” He crouches down to the ground.
“A second set of footprints, how small they are. Huff, and here I thought I had a pretty nymph singing me to sleep, at least the child could still be a musician in my court.” Say what now? During your panic of whatever the heck the man meant, he turns into a snake and begins sniffing around on the ground where you previously were.
Oh, okay, so this world has shapeshifters who kidnap people just minding their own business? That is completely Greek mythos, please stop.
The sheep are getting noisy, calling out and crying. It is not safe here. I have to get him away from the sheep. You have finally decided on how you are going to kill this man; screw divine idiots, he crossed a line by harming the lambs. If you do manage to kill him, Neru can probably type it off as self-defense (probably).
"Wait, can gods die here? Neru, can we try that out?"
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𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ↻◌◌◌
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Crumbs, this is the worst time to have ever suggested Neru do maintenance early. Ok, Plan C: Kill the guy without help from Neru.
"Found you."
Mheee- Dude. Let go of me! You are snatched out of your hiding spot by your sheep ankles and then proceed to be held by your cloak. It would have choked you if not for the fact that you have enough fluff there. Your not-a-beard, beard saved the day! (You're just floofy :) )
"Huff, all that work for a weird-looking sheep with a cloak... how disappointing. Is it the caretaker for the flock? Where is the owner?" He glances around, noting the lack of anything with cognitive thought, especially the sheep he is holding; its head is just empty.
This is getting tiring. Next world, you're choosing a tall character to step on people. All right,(non-existent) Mods, let's ban this guy.
As you begin charging your equipped ‧₊˚✧[Mini Banhammer]✧˚₊ from your Inventory and plan to smack this guy dead, the roar of waves distracts both of you.
"What do you think you are doing in my territory and touching what's mine." Ruh roh raggy. I'm going to be made into lamb chops at this rate.
A man emerges from the nearby river, riding against the current, and jumps down from the wave he used as his ride. He stands tall and poised, with a golden trident glimmering in his hands.
"Ah, poseidon! Nothing to concern you, just grabbing something that wandered into your territory. I'll be quick and remove it soon," he turns around to face the newly arrived Jerk. This nymph is starting to not be worth the effort, now that poseidon has found me in his territory, I'll get an earful from Father, maybe I can pin this on Thor..
Water Jerk? What are you doing here? Did something happen to Poli? You worry as your struggling loses focus as the god no longer shakes and inspects you.
"You are in my territory. The sheep you have been disturbing are my son's. So that ugly Lamb in your grasp is mine. Now get out before I flush you out." he glares at the man currently holding you and reaches out a hand-
Yoink. Ching. Ching.
Did that waste of pollution just-? I will rob you when you blink, ugly sand model. You huff indignantly now in his grasp and still being manhandled. Just shoo this guy away so I can run away with the flock. Wait- where are we going, put me down!
You witness him raise a hand and figures move in the ends of your vision towards your sheep and begin grabbing them. Put them down!
As he pauses in his steps and you begin to focus again, he then proceeds to toss you into the cold river. He's going to kill me!
You hear splashes in the water, followed by bleating calls of sheep.
Not the sheep too... I'll kill you next when I respawn if my sheep are dead, you mangy, not beautiful... You vow and curse as you're pulled under the current.
Your last view is more and more sheep getting tossed into the water beside you as a blond man watches on indifferently. Someone please help the sheep....
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You thought it was the end of that.
poseidon killed you cause you were different, and your sheep friends would need avenging. You already planned out how to make it look accidental.
So how did you end up here? In a marble throne room, with you trying desperately not to catch a man's eye?
I hate you, I hate this, I hate your blindly white room, would it kill you to have at least be sea themed? What a kowa bummer you and your castle are. You are getting ransacked the moment I can guarantee an escape for me and the others, posh-jerk. That's it, I'm bombing this world except my friend's island. I'm gonna find a way to kill every last "divine' being here and rid the world of your horrible influence. You're welcome world. I'm doing you a big favor by getting rid of a massive jerk! You grumble as you peek your head out again to see if he is still staring, and, surprise, he is. You duck your head under again.
You've checked the sheep already for harm, and the only thing that seems to be bothering them is the lack of sunlight and the damp, salty air, since the place you are trapped in is hundreds of miles below sea level. No wonder you're so pale, you're a worse hermit than me, and I decided to escape into a fictional System World!
You angrily munch on a soft, tasty bread you managed to sneak from a passing server via your Five-Finger Discount ability and a bit of portal work. As the sheep pace around you, somehow understanding your need for cover and blocking any view of you and the young lambs hiding in the corner together.
Poli! Come pick me up now, please! I am incredibly out of my depth. I need someone to grab me gently and not treat me like how toddlers treat their least favorite Barbie. I wanna leave so badlyyy. System! Is Neru available yet?
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𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ↻◌◌◌
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No then. Ahhhh Neru! When will your maintenance be over! Help me pleaseee! I hate this so muchhh, I never should have left the cave! If I survive this, I'll be a shut-in for the rest of this world!
Director's cut!
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Since you were in a PG world previously, you were automatically censored for cursing. Cursing is filtered, and the User is fined, so you just naturally stopped cursing since you started going broke. But since the world you're in has a different rating (14+), cursing is open; however, you've been accustomed to saying more... meaningful things than actual curses.
"You egg sucking worm. I bet a fart is more welcome than you." "You gormless minger, you."
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‧₊˚✧[ I think were gonna have to kill this guy「°•`୨🄿🄻🄰🅈🄴🅁•°ৎ 」(¬_¬") ]✧˚₊
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"All right, I'm down for that- wait, you just used a meme, Neru, I am so proud!"
Planning to add a snippet of our time ghosting around the Epic crew or whatever Poli (Polyphemus) was doing. Hint: He went to search for Wisdom regarding sight. ;)
Crossposted on Tumblr only, nowhere else, under the name @whogavethispotatoapen and Conspiratea on quotev. (Quotev updates first)
Edited the end of the chapter to make more sense: Sep.18.25
Edited: 12/22/25
Edited: Added more tags, first meet love interests tagged. Added quotev details. 12/29/25
Chat, the chapter got away from me and now it's lowkey 4k :p Should I split it again or do you guys want a really long chapter since I've been away from so long? I might not have anymore creative names D:
Regarding chapter 4, 5 (and now 6) I wrote for way too long and now I gotta redo my chapter list as now I nearly got 10 chapters outlined 😫
regarding chapter 4 and 5
Split chapter since its Lowkey 4k(or more idk) words and get 2 more chaps
Really long chapter since I've been gone for too long as a treat
