"Alright, his house should be around here somewhere."

"I'm not sure you can even call it a house."

"C'mon, I'm not actually homeless." Dream said, annoyed. "Now that Nightmare's gone, all the souls who died by his blade are back again. Aka most of the Spirituals. We're trying to find out how we kill The Entity. He's gone into hiding as of now, we don't know where he is."

They came to a small brick hut in the middle of the town.

"OPEN UP!"

"Hi, who is-Oh, Dream, hey! And these are?"

note: i will have PLATONIC tommy-and-drista friendship with slightly jealous tubbo in the book as it is the best thing ever.

The door was opened by a small girl of around 17, with a green hoodie similar to Dream's. Tommy and Tubbo recognized the voice immediately.

"DRISTA!"

"Hi, Drista!"

"Yes, I'm Drista, or Sarah, or Fantasy, or whatever you like." Drista said. She too had a see-through mask straped on her head, but it was not covering her face.

"Come in, what are you here for?"

"We're trying to find a way to kill the Entity."

"Oh, um...you can browse through the archival library, I'm sure there's something there."

"I'm starving, is there any chocolate?" Tommy yelled.

"Tommy, manners!" Tubbo chided.

"No, it's fine, we're all familiar with how Tommy is. Muffins, anyone?"

Bad gasped.

They were the best muffins anyone could possibly make. Golden-crusted, with just the right amount of chocolate chip and blueberry mix, soft, but not sticky dough, and no crumbs sticking to the tray.

"-ad? BAD! Snap out of it!" Skeppy yelled. "We're trying to kill a demon-ooh, these ARE really yummy."

"Enough muffins!" Dream says. "Where was the library again?"

Drista pointed.

Dream, George, Skeppy, Phil and Tubbo went down the staircase, while Bad stayed to appreciate the muffins and Tommy to annoy Drista. Or make friends with her, it was hard to tell with Tommy. It was always hard.

"SO," Dream put a huge book on the table. "let's see...History...Creation of Spirits...White Blob Massacre...The Assassin...Aha! 'Moon Lord.' There's something about magic...curses and dark magic the Entity put on himself...Hmm. It says the only sword capable of penetrating the Entity's soul is held by the First Spiritual, Notch."

"The creator of Minecraft?"

"That was Markus Persson, and Notch hosted him and 'convinced' him to make a universal dimension for the Spirituals to live in, Minecraft. Unfortunately, Markus also made monsters, which led to Herobrine and all that: he didn't know he was creating an actual dimension with sentient beings."

"Soooo we have to steal a sword from NOTCH."

"Nah, he'll give it to us."

A silence fell over the room.

"No, seriously, let's go get a sword!"