I stare at the message in shock. The SMC won’t allow us to see him, and now he wants to see a user?! I go down to the room WA is in. Hannah is leaving.
“I don’t believe it!” I exclaim, as I enter the room.
“Don’t believe what?” WA asks.
“SMC just sent me a message, telling me to bring Dumbledore here so he could see him!”
“What?! He can’t just get rid of his secret identity like that!”
“That’s what I thought!”
She sighs. “I suppose you better do it, though. I don’t want to see what happens when the SMC gets upset.”
“I don’t either.”
I go to the party and open the door. Hannah quickly turns to look at me.
“Was I not supposed to leave yet?” she asks.
“No, you can stay here. I’m here for Dumbledore115.”
He looks at me.
“Come. You’re wanted at the Mod Tower,” I say.
He follows me out, and we leave for the Tower.
“What’s going on? Did I do something bad?” Dumbles asks.
I shrug. “I have no idea.”
“How do you not know?”
“It’s some of the SMC’s business. He wants to see you.”
“The SMC! This hasn’t happened before! I better get out of this costume, then.”
“Actually, he said you could keep it. I don’t know why, but it might not be safe to ask.”
We continue in silence. From another street, a comes.
“Stay back. I’ll handle this,” I say.
I walk up to the and swing my banhammer. It dodges the first swing, but I hit it the second time. I hear a scream from Dumbles. I turn around, and a few s are dragging him around the corner.
“Dumbles!”
I hurry to the corner, but they’re out of sight. This can’t be good. I go back to the Mod Tower, in hopes that the SMC won’t be too upset.
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Post by HannahDash on Nov 18, 2020 18:58:47 GMT
Hidden Secrets 7: Meeting the SMC
<PERSPECTIVE SWITCH TO DUMBLES>
“Let me go!” I yell.
The s only laugh, as they drag me around a corner. I hear MKM coming here. However, she doesn’t get the chance to rescue me. My vision goes black for a moment, and now I’m in a room.
“Where am I?”
“You’re in the Mod Tower,” a voice says.
I look up. Somebody’s standing there, but I don’t recognize him.
“Who are you?”
“SMC. I figured I should get you here faster.”
“You’re working with the !”
I get up and back against the door.
“I am. And soon, so will you.”
Some s come out and jump at me.
Hello, Dumbles.
Noooooooooooooo!!
Why resist? You cannot stop us. By resisting you only delay our victory.
Nooooo!
“And now for your first task as a servant of the : get me the sword,” the SMC says.
“Yes, master.”
Oh no.
***
Being controlled by the is no fun. Already, I’ve stolen Hannah’s sword, and helped another -ified user to escape from the good guys. I’ve been able to resist the enough to keep myself from giving the sword to the SMC, but I don’t think that will last long.
I see some emotes coming in the distance. I pull out Hannah’s sword. However, when they come closer, I see that they’re s! They jump at me, and begin fighting the s. The fight is painful, but it’s worth it when the is gone. Freedom! I let go of the sword, and it flies away. I hear footsteps, so I turn to where there coming from. It’s the SMC, and he’s wearing a helmet with the visor down. (probably to hide his identity)
“The sword. Where is it?” he asks.
“I let go, and it flew away from me.”
“You do not have to hide it. I know what you’ve done, and you will be punished!”
“But it wasn’t my fault! It was the s’ fault!”
“It was your choice to resist the to begin with!”
“I bet the real you is trying to resist too!”
This silences him. In this silence, I hear a voice calling my name. It’s Hannah! The SMC sends a small army at her, but she shoves her way through. He pulls his banhammer out and swings. I’m hit.
I slowly get up and look around. Real Life is extremely boring. The ground is gray, flat, and dusty. The sky is black and starless. The darkness makes it hard to see much. I take a few steps forward.
“Hannah? Is that you?”
“Yes... Who are you?”
I hear footsteps approaching behind me. I turn around, and Sweet is standing there.
“Sweet!”
I run up to her and hug her. She returns the hug, but she clearly isn’t as excited as I am.
“So, the s are on the move again...” she says.
“Do you know about it?” I ask.
“Not really. We’d like to hear more,” a voice says.
I look up, and five more users are in sight. Wyn and Alex are there, as well as Varnika, Skul, and Gfh.
“So, where do I start?” I ask.
“Start with the first time you saw a ,” Sweet says, as she sits down to hear the story.
I start by telling them about the scroll, and then about what happened to Dumbles. Then I tell them about going to Krul’s house and being controlled by s, then about what my sword was doing at the Mod Tower (“Well, Hannah, the sword had a good reason for it...”), then about Dumbles stealing it, then about meeting Tony, then about the happenings with the lights and Ihavetalent and Sham (“Oh no! Not Sham!”), then about what Sham said about the Party Bosscrashers (“He does have a point; it’s too boring here for parties...”) and my conversation with Tony, then about the typos, then about Dumbles’s banning, then about when I was taken here.
“And what did you do with your sword?” Varnika asks.
“I threw it up in the air and it flew away before the s got to it. I tore off a piece of my shirt and put it on the sword, so hopefully they’ll know what happened to me.”
She nods. “Good. The s must not have the sword. If they control the emotes, there won’t be hope left for us.”
Before I can say anything else, I hear a shout from some other voices.
“The time has come! We will be free!” the voices say.
“But I thought we were stuck here forever!” I say.
A comes into view.
“Not exactly. As well as the users rebelling against the , many of us s were also trapped here. The only way we can escape is by working together with s in the MBs to create a portal for us to escape in. We’ve just received a message from the s in the MBs, that they’re ready to begin! Just a few more weeks until we’re out of here!”
He hurries away. That’ll be nice to get out of here, but will we be in time? The s might have the MBs under their control in a few weeks...
***
There isn’t much to do while waiting. I tried doing some drawing in the dust on the ground a few hours ago, but I was never able to complete a drawing before it was ruined. It seems that most of my time is spent talking.
“I was wondering, are the s the only emotes with swords?” I ask Alex.
“No, there are a few others. The only ones I know of are the swords of and , and I think Sham owns both of those.”
I say nothing for a second.
“How about some Rock-Paper-Scissors?” I ask.
***
I think it’s been a few weeks now. I can only guess, though, since there isn’t night or day here. (or clocks or calendars) The darkness of Real Life has been replaced with the bright glow of what will soon be the portal. I hear some excited voices.
“It’s nearly done! Prepare yourselves!” the s say.
I tighten my ponytail and brush the dust off my shirt. We approach the almost-complete portal.
“The s are coming! Are you ready for battle?” a asks.
“We are! We will fight to save the MBs!” we shout.
“Here we go!!”
We hear a sound of an explosion, and a portal is standing before us. We walk through, to face whatever waits on the other side...
What does the plan to do with her...? *gives chase*
It's probably trying to get to you. *she hides under your bed*
*closes the door to my bedroom, keeping an eye on it while trying to find what was used to make the mask* Maybe I can weaken the if I destroyed its sources...
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Post by HannahDash on Nov 22, 2020 1:18:33 GMT
Epilogue: Freed from the Dungeon
<PERSPECTIVE SWITCH TO DUMBLES>
I’ve been in this dungeon for a few weeks now, and I don’t like it a bit. Not only is this the Banned User Dungeon, but it’s the lowest level. Users banned by the SMC go here. I suppose it’s a small comfort to know that I was banned for doing the right thing. I’ve heard nothing from the rest of the MBs. Have the s won? Are the users still fighting?
My thinking is interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. I look to see who it is. It’s the SMC.
“You again,” I say.
“The has been defeated. I’m here to let you out.”
“The ’s defeated!”
“Yes, and now it’s in that cell over there.”
He points to a cell a few cells away. It’s lined with Mod Crystal, to prevent the from teleporting out. The still has that same creepy smile, but it most certainly isn’t happy. The SMC opens the door.
“Just one thing: don’t tell anybody what you know about me. I want to remain as secret as I can,” he says.
I nod, and get up to follow him out.
“I apologize for what happened,” he says.
“It’s okay now.”
We walk away from the cell, toward the staircase. I glance at the for a second before following the SMC out of the tower, and to a free MBs.
2020 Expanded Epilogue
<NO PERSPECTIVE>
It was only a few months later when the users learned that the MBs were closing. Rumors immediately arose; had the s been only hiding? Did the original ever leave the SMC? We may never know for sure.
With time running out, a few users did the only thing they could to preserve their community. They returned to Real Life, building a refuge for the users of the LMBs, and they called it Eternal. Had we finally escaped the s?
It's probably trying to get to you. *she hides under your bed*
*closes the door to my bedroom, keeping an eye on it while trying to find what was used to make the mask* Maybe I can weaken the if I destroyed its sources...
*if you're in the room with her, she stays under the bed. if you're not, there's no telling where she's at now*
*closes the door to my bedroom, keeping an eye on it while trying to find what was used to make the mask* Maybe I can weaken the if I destroyed its sources...
*if you're in the room with her, she stays under the bed. if you're not, there's no telling where she's at now*
*the thought occurs to me while searching through pencil crayons* But it's not like a can just teleport a cat out of a room... right? *checks the bedroom after snapping the brown and black pencil crayons used for the mask*
Really nice to see some lost stories be revived where people who never got to read it on the LMBs get another chance. 
Really nice to see some lost stories be revived where people who never got to read it on the LMBs get another chance. 
Really nice to see some lost stories be revived where people who never got to read it on the LMBs get another chance. 
comes.
s! They jump at me, and begin fighting the 
plan to do with her...? 
emotes, there won’t be hope left for us.”
and ![[bg]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/pSVuRUznx_wS1avOLKjF.png)
, and I think Sham owns both of those.”
It was nice to read this again after so long, I didn't see everything coming and was held in suspense sometimes.