Snake

      When Technoblade wakes up from that strange feeling, so similar to the beginning of the rut, he feels warmth and smells the blood of his friend… The body feels too hot under the damp cloth of his shirt. The pants somehow sat uncomfortably in their place, and something smooth rested against the groin…       His eyes barely open as his hands feel something in front of him…       The brain thinks for a long time, refusing to remember what happened… However, the evidence is right in front of him, and piglin jumps up, falling off the bed and looking in horror at the blanket sliding off his thin bronze body, which with each passing moment revealed more and more dark marks of bruises shining through dense, but almost transparent scales… A flat ass with a bright pink sphincter standing out strongly for some reason, as well as a slightly open wet slit, as if swollen from something… It seems his friend's race called it a cloaca, and snakes were ready to kill for touching it…       Techno looks down and almost screams obscenities in his voice when he realizes that his pants are unbuttoned, and drops of his own sperm and transparent lubricant have dried on his penis… Exactly the same one that covered the inside of Dream's thighs…       He…       What did he do?       The rut is still very, very far away. Piglin is not an idiot and carefully monitors his condition and schedule, always calculating the time so that he can spend the rut away from the whole world and not tempt himself once again with someone else's company…       Suddenly, Dream's strange behavior towards porridge comes to mind…       Technoblade looks around, relieved to see the lowered wall of lava… He hurriedly cleans himself up, diligently not looking at his sleeping friend… Although what kind of friend, when he did THIS to him?!       Nerves turn into voices, mocking, angry, snide, vulgar ... Some want to repeat and just take a defenseless snake, without asking permission and leaving no choice…       What's wrong with them?! Why the hell would voices even suggest such a thing? Especially now!       Trembling hands pick up the unconscious body, gently placing the Dream on his lap and washing the snake's body with clean water from the cauldron…       Technoblade wants to strangle himself no other way… Want to beg for forgiveness, promising all the best… Anything to atone for the victim of his rut…       ***       – Did you really believe that? – Sam asks in surprise, noticing Piglin's depressed, almost frightened look that he barely dared to look at the still sleeping snake from time to time... – Don't you see? His clothes are carefully laid aside. He undressed himself and pulled you into bed. Despite the fact that aphrodisiacs have a rather weak effect on him and certainly do not completely tolerate brains like you. I don't know where he got them, but are you really sure about him? Or do you think that I would do something like that while your camera is literally in front of my eyes? – The guard grimaces and turns away, hiding a cruel grin.       But piglin freezes, looking around the cramped space of the camera… He… He believes Dream… He knows that the snake was not the one who would use such methods at all… Not after he almost bit his friend when Techno decided to slap him below the back as a joke while bathing after training and got between his legs, touching the cloaca, even through his clothes… He had never been afraid of anyone or anything, but that desperate rage, coupled with fear and anger, which Dream broke out, rushing at him with its venomous fangs… These were terrifying moments, during which it seemed to Technoblade that his whole life flashed before his eyes… And then his heart ached painfully when the icy greens poured contempt and hatred over him and Dream abruptly released him, turned around and left, picking up things and silently disappearing into the forest… Piglin did not see him for a very long time then, and immediately apologized when they met, because he had read the relevant books and now understood what he had done…       Dream just couldn't…       Therefore, Technoblade clenches his fists and rejects Sam's words, frowning waiting for the snake to awaken…       ***       The guy wakes up in a great mood. He stops smiling for a while, listening to his body. And then he smiles even brighter, wanting to laugh out loud…       His shoulders hurt, but he ignores it, sitting up on the bed and then sitting down on the hard mattress. Although it's already good that he was there at all…       Dream smiles, but remains silent, noticing a tired sleeping friend next to him. On the one hand, he is sad that such a suitable partner, who would never have left him alone with the cubs, did not turn out to be bound to him by blood. And on the other hand, he's glad that he won't have to lose another brood, because by some miracle he managed not to get pregnant… There seemed to be all the conditions, but this did not happen, and that's why Dream smiled even brighter, almost humming some stupid children's melody under his nose…       He doesn't even care that he's still naked, even though he's clean. Techno probably took care of him, but for some reason he didn't put on clothes. Perhaps in order not to touch him once again and not to disturb his hands? The admin would probably wake up if he felt pain in his shoulders… Probably… Now he is no longer sure, because the sensations of the body recede somewhere into the background, completely fading in front of an overflowing consciousness with emotions…       And why does he have so much joy and desire to smile?       It's time to cry, but he doesn't want to. All he wants is to torture certain bastards to death and get out of here, making a cozy, warm, safe nest somewhere deep in the caves…       – What is it, my little Son. Are you finally awake? Then why are you standing like that? Weren't you embarrassed by a single extra millimeter of naked scales?       – Hi, Sam, – Dream calmly nods, still not turning to the guard and continuing to stare enthusiastically at the wall, in the obsidian patterns of which he seemed to see absolutely amazing beautiful paintings…       The man now had to frown and do something…       Dream hears the sound of the sent message and rises in pain, falling to the floor and shaking from the electricity discharges running through his body… However, he does it so quietly that even piglin continues to sleep, undisturbed by this action…       The snake's shoulders are shaking, and the guardian is ready to hear the usual tears or pleas, however, the blond man lowers his hand down, pushing his wrist into the cloaca, penetrating the uterus with his fingers, and then taking out the damn piece of iron… Sam frowns at first, not understanding what he is doing, then hurriedly activates the communicator, ready to give a second command, but when he presses send, the ball flies into the wall and hits it with a dull clang, remaining on the floor… Now thin threads of electricity are clearly visible slipping across its surface…       Dream thoughtfully examines his hand, which is covered with a small amount of lubricant. Licks off a small area… And then he snorts irritably and shakes his hand, quickly getting up, going to the washbasin and getting rid of the remnants of the transparent liquid…       – What are you doing? – evil draws the guardian to the sudden rebellion of his pet… But he was already ready that the last event would finally break the snake, that he valued connections more than anything, and his strange relationship with Technoblade in particular…       – I don't like electricity. It makes the whole body itch, – Dream is pulling capriciously, as a child, sitting down on the floor, and after a short thought, lying down on it altogether. Head towards the guard, feet against the wall… – Open the glass. It's cold here, - the snake pulls in the same tone, shivering weakly.       – Have you completely lost your fear? – Sam drawls monotonously in cold anger. In fact, the glass was only slightly ajar, which still allowed a little heat to pass through, and also allowed each other to hear…       – Fear? Yes, I was afraid of you. I was afraid of pain… I was afraid of a lot of things… But I'm tired of it. I'm tired of being afraid. What difference does it make if you keep making the perfect pet out of me anyway? It's easier for me to do only what I want.       – Dream? Are you awake? – Technoblade, who has woken up from this conversation, pulls with joy and concern in his voice. To be honest, it was strange for him to hear such facts from Dream's mouth. He would never have mistaken anyone but the admin of the Esempi for a beastman pet, which were almost all the hybrids he saw in the upper world…       – Hello, Techno. Did you get enough sleep? Did you look tired? Is it my fault? Yes, what am I asking, of course it is. I'm sorry, I'll try not to cause any more trouble.       – Dream… I'm fine and you have nothing to apologize for, but… Why are you acting like this?       – How "like this"?       – Like…       – So free? Shameless? Fun? Because I want to. I'm tired, so I'll do what I want. And I want to smile and be happy, because I won't have to lose the cubs again, because I'm not pregnant! And that's just fine! I'm so tired that they die every time without even seeing this light.… It's so sad.… Although they don't have to live in this rotten world.… You know, it's starting to feel like it's even for the best.… If I don't have children, they won't have to go through all the things I've been through. Isn't that wonderful?! Why would I want a mate and cubs when these rotten humans are lurking at every turn? I should have killed all of them at the very beginning, not playing games with friends and children, - the last words seemed to be soaked in poison, and for some reason Sam feels cold sweat trickling down his back…       Dream was broken and at the same time the complete opposite of obedience… This… His madness wasn't obvious at first glance… If Sam and Techno hadn't known the snake so well, they would hardly have noticed it.… He was too careless and cruel at the same time…       The admin was often a real child, admiring every little thing. It attracted him at first glance, even if he hid his face behind a mask... Then came the realization of how cruel he could be, even if actions did not at first confirm it in any way… Then there are confirmations… Acceptance… And the rejection of getting to know him… This is exactly what happened to Sapnap and George when Dream became too «dangerous» for them…       However, he was always circumspect and careful, even if he didn't always show that side.… He was always on the lookout. Could always predict events. He always remained serious when it came to things that he appreciated… And he valued his life, the lives of creatures dear to him and a potential family, for which he was even ready to break himself… Idiots are those who could not understand how lonely this guy is, even despite all the smiles and glances of others who admire him and who is called his friends…       Ironically, only his tormentor and rival friend, whom no one perceived as anything other than a ruthless warrior, knew the true identity of the admin…       But it was Technoblade who was a peaceful, hardworking gardener, hiding worries for his loved ones behind the calmness… And Dream almost did not understand people and therefore perceived them more as… Something like mechanisms that operate according to certain laws, which he may well learn in order to know how to get a certain reaction from them…       «What's wrong with you?» – this was the very question that was spinning in everyone's heads when they got to know the easy going admin closer…       He did not act as one might suppose. He didn't do what other people would have done in his place…       The protection of the beastmen alone was worth something, considering that he was considered a human, not a hybrid!       – Pha… ha… Aha–ha-ha! – Dream suddenly laughs softly but loudly, scaring the two creatures next to him with this sudden outburst of merriment.       – Why are you… - mutters Techno in confusion, guilt and bewilderment showing on his face. Thoughts arise in his head that it was the incident with his gon that could have caused such a sharp change in his friend's behavior.       – Why shouldn't I be happy when everything is so good? When am I overwhelmed with joy? – the snake smiles brightly, putting his hands under his head contentedly and throwing one leg over the other… – I no longer want to worry about freedom, pain or pride, and it feels so free that I can't help but be glad that I finally decided to do this! I was so stupid when I was constantly clinging to something that I couldn't keep anyway. So why should I be afraid of anything when it's just wasting my strength?       Both are silent… Sam glares at Piglin as he looks away from his friend, who is definitely broken at last… Normal beings don't perceive the world that way… Dream is still trembling from the remnants of the current walking through his body, but at the same time completely ignores them, as if he does not feel at all… A normal person would have shown at least some dissatisfaction, whether it was a curve of the lips, a slight wrinkle on the forehead or a displeased gleam in the eyes… The snake was absolutely relaxed and carefree…       ***       Technoblade disappears from the camera, and Dream laughs loudly, teasing Sam about his friend's escape…       Of course, the man starves him again, and then gives him food with the drug, but the guy only laughs when the man grabs him by his still not fully healed shoulders, which should have been shot through with pain at the slightest touch… He laughs and moans with pleasure when he tries to use the old method again, defiling his body and exhausting his mind… Refuses to turn into a snake, spitting on the pain, because people's genitals are not hidden by a cloaca, which is able to protect even from a blow between the legs…       Not all beastmen knew how to handle people. There were those, like Techno, that had quite a lot of human traits. There were just beastmen, not at all different from the bulk of their relatives. And there were those like Dream, who learned to distort his body, achieving almost complete similarity with a human one. The only thing that could give him away were his eyes with oval rather than round pupils and an iris too bright for people, and a slightly thinner tongue and slightly pointed ears…       Dream sings, laughs, enjoys sexual torture, which he was previously barely able to withstand…       Sam has to return to dangerous cruelty, breaking bones and almost beating the prisoner to death, because that's the only way to get at least a semblance of fear from him, and not a crazy smile and loud hoarse laughter… The body has long been unable to withstand how many injuries it has and almost stops healing itself, which for such a living creature like Dream was too atypical…       The human even decides to leave him alone for a while, without punishing and regularly feeding him three times a day…       Of course, it doesn't last that long, and Sam comes back to the cell with ropes and a whip, promising not to touch him if Dream finally gives out the secret of the book… And of course, the admin laughs in his face, sending the guard far away and getting a new dose of pain, which is beaten even through his madness…       – When will the results be available? – Quackity asks grumpily, sorting through the papers that fell on him after the sudden return of the younger raven from the world of the dead. Who returned him and how, if the only one who knows where the book is locked in prison, is a mystery, but Wilbur continues to talk about his savior Dream… – I believed when you swore that you did not let anyone in or out of prison, but somehow Wilbur managed to return?!       – I'm sorry, but I do not know how this is possible. Dream… He broke down, but not in the way it was needed, so I'll have to work out a new strategy. Who knew that snakes are generally able to give up the desire to start a family? I've never heard of such a thing.       – What does snakes have to do with it?       – Dream is a hybrid, a snake. They are bisexual, so he is quite capable of carrying. Naturally, I threatened to deprive him of the opportunity to have children, but for some reason he doesn't care. And this is clearly not normal.       The hybrid duck freezes, listening to every word and as if not believing what he hears…       And yes, they called themselves hybrids, not beastmen. It was an insulting name that people gave them. Therefore, the guardian was careful next to the free inhabitants of Esempi...       – You... threatened the snake with the deprivation of offspring, – the guy with nondescript brownish-gray wings asks in confusion, almost scared. He doesn't even look like the casino owner he is. He looks like a scared child who accidentally broke his mother's favorite vase…       – What else? You know how crazy he is. Are there any other options?       – Fuck, Sam, no! You don't understand!!! Baby snakes, even potential ones, should never be threatened! Their parent goes crazy the moment he loses them, and the only way to bring him to himself is to give birth and raise another brood! Fuck, but he's also an admin… What the heck, Sam? Are you out of your mind?! Is there really no one among people who says how dangerous snakes are, and even more so snake admins? Not only do they have all the advantages of ordinary spirit speakers, but they also maintain a constant mental connection with them everywhere and always! In addition, snake admins, unlike admins of other races, are always born on their land, initially having a connection with its spirits. They are literally gods! Yes, mortals, but with such force that it's easier to kill yourself than to inadvertently get in their way!! I can't even imagine how we're still alive! – hybrid duck, trembling, hugging himself.       The human... frowns thoughtfully, not understanding anything…       He read about admins. He raised Dream almost from infancy. And he is absolutely sure that the baby snake was born in the vicinity of the old snake village, and not on the island where they are all located now, and the admin of which is his pet… Besides, why does the snake continue to sit in the cell without even trying to ask the spirits for help?       – Quackity, I'm sorry, but you're probably wrong about something. Dream was born in the village of Shshaus. It is closer to the southern edge of the Ark Empire. If you follow your words, then he should be the admin of those places, and not an SMP in any way.       – How do you know that?       – Because I was his guardian.       – A human cannot be the guardian of a hybrid... – Quackity says gloomily almost automatically, and then freezes. There is understanding and fear in his eyes…       All hybrids were afraid of the damn program that their children were sent to, creating ideal soldiers for an army of humans… It was even scarier than the slavery that almost everyone else fell into… These children were raised abnormal from the point of view of their species... Their essence was distorted and left emotionally crippled, the one that, even if saved, would never be able to integrate into the society of other hybrids…       Sam was a commander for a reason. He quickly understands everything and rushes to the hybrid duck, twisting his arms behind his back and blocking his wings as well.       – Let go, you bastard! – a short man immediately turns around in the hands of a man, but the forces are clearly not equal. Quackity knew how to fight, but he did not participate in the real war, and not the pathetic semblance of it that once broke out in the SMP.       – I'm sorry, but I can't let anyone reveal me. I have enough problems with this unbearable snake as he is.       – You're one of the damn tutors! There is no place for people like you and there will never be a place in my country!       – But it was before, wasn't it? What has changed?       – That no matter how much of a bastard I or Dream are, we're hybrids. If I had known from the beginning, I would never have even tried to lock him up in prison! Especially not when he is also a pupil! People like him need serious psychological help, not loneliness and torture!       – But you were the first to suggest... – Sam calmly pulls, although he already knows the following words, which always infuriated him incredibly ...       – Because I thought he was a human!       The Guardian hates this trait of beastmen… It's not that people were much better, but they were constantly ready to shit on themselves, while hybrids in no case agreed to harm their own kind… And that's why pupils called pets by the hybrids were just a huge problem for them. They couldn't hurt their own, even if they killed them. Therefore, the program of "guardianship" of people over beastmen was for the latter an insurmountable obstacle on the way to victory, because of which they eventually lost the war... Naturally, the hybrids killed educators or guardians without trial, as soon as they realized it…       – Sam. Let him go, – Foolish frowns, strangely smooth for his size, slipping out from behind the door. However, if there is a shark, he is still a marine inhabitant, and they are all very graceful, even if they do not try to be...       – I count to three, Awesamdude, – it is heard coldly near the ear and the man freezes in confusion, feeling the blade of an obviously enchanted sword at his neck.       – Punz? What the hell are you…       – Do you remember the Prime village? – with obvious ice in his voice, the ash-haired man asks. He caught him, forcing him to let go of Quackity and worry about his life, and not about the opportunity to open up to the beastmen inhabiting the SMP…       And, yes. Sam remembered this village. A mixed village, that located on the borders of the Ark Empire, and therefore combining people and beastmen peacefully coexisting at that time… How can he forget it when he was born there?       However, he turned out to be too ambitious and moved to the capital, and then became imbued with the ideas of the imperial army, earning a high post and becoming one of the main generals who won the victory. He never hesitated to use his knowledge from childhood next to the beastmen, being the first to suggest creating soldiers from cubs who had not yet managed to absorb the culture of their species... He knew that they would be defenseless in front of adults, and knew exactly how to break different kinds of beastmen…       And the Prime village, named after the god who was prayed to in it, was one of the first to be wiped off the face of the earth… People were not spared there either, because they were "traitors" living next to the enemies...       – Bastards like you took everything from us, – the mercenary man says calmly, but with obvious deep–hidden hatred.       – The Empire has given a home to every child from the Prime village!       – Your precious Empire has taken away the peaceful sky above our heads and loving families, leaving only blood, strife and hatred! Orphanages were hell. Especially for kids from the borders like Purpled and me.       The Guardian purses his lips, but doesn't know what to say anymore. The hatred and rejection in this man is too great. He would not listen to the greatness of the human race and the contempt of the beastmen. In the border villages, children were raised in a completely different way than anywhere else in the empire. Therefore, it is useless for Sam to try to appeal to his loyalty to the motherland.… The children of mixed villages were too freedom-loving and knew how to think with their own heads, independently deciding who was worthy of their trust and who was not… Imperial kids didn't like to think, believing in the Emperor's word as if he were a god…       The hatred of hybrids towards humanity was justified by a brutal war, however, there were also those among the human race who managed to become part of the society of the species...       – We warned you, Quackity, – Purpled says gloomily, tying Sam hand and foot, so much so that you won't sigh once again.       – Yes... You warned... – the duck agrees with displeasure, that more than once he listened to the reports of the youngest of his subordinates, who persistently warned him about the too suspicious past of the guardian, who was entrusted with the Pandora's Vault… He doubted, because the boy was human, but now his words had found real confirmation and because of that, Quackity felt guilty for his distrust…       – I think it would be better if Awesamdude became a prisoner of Pandora. Dream will clearly need help after all this... – Foolish scowls that he preferred to stay on the neutral side, although he leaned more towards Dream's vision, realizing that they were the aliens here, while he owned this land…       It was an immutable law: if the admin of the lands appeared, they belonged to him, regardless of the presence of a legal owner. If he wants to stay, then only under an agreement with the admin. And Philza Craft, the former owner of the island of SMP, agreed to give the land into the possession of the admin, concluding a fairly profitable agreement, according to which he remained a co-owner and had the right to judge and make decisions on an equal basis with Dream… But his son, Wilbur, did not seem happy with the situation and therefore encroached on the lands separated into the sole possession of the admin, causing a serious conflict and much, much more…       And then he died, leaving his father, foster brothers and friends with a whole bunch of problems and injuries…       Not many people were happy about his return, but there were some… The same Tommy who simply adored his brother, almost on a par with Prime, to whom he prayed…       ***       Las Nevadas convenes the Council of States. Tiny fragments of the unified kingdom of SMP that were scattered on the outskirts of the island, gaining new rulers, laws and even culture…       The Kinoko Kingdom is represented by King Karl, with an entourage of his fiancé Sapnap and advisor George. Moreover, only the last one of them is a hybrid, lazily twitching with rounded cow ears or fanning himself with his tail…       From the Badlands, only Skeppy and Hannah arrive, butterfly hybrids who have already managed to recover from a sudden illness that has struck all the inhabitants of their small country. It was lucky that they had the best medic on the island, Ponk. Even if the guy was human, they believed him, because he was too honest and kind and did not like violence or betrayal at all… He was also a good psychologist, although this niche was mostly occupied by Puffy, the captain of the only ship on the SMP, who also settled in Badlands…       Snowchester was not considered a state, but just a city, however, it could not be written off, so the residents were simply asked to choose a representative, who unanimously decided to make Tubbo, a lamb hybrid, unfit to hold the post of president of a country destroyed too many times, which no one else wanted to remember… Well, of course, an escort arrived with the boy in the form of his best friend, Tommy, who is the adopted son of the former owner of the island, as well as his husband, Ranboo, a rare even for hybrids of a mixture of Nezer and End species…       And of course, they couldn't help but invite Philza Craft himself, who smiled wearily, watching his half-mad resurrected son with his eyes, who laughed loudly, teasing Quackity irritated by his attention…       The top of Las Nevadas was present in full force. They initiated this action. Foolish is like Pandora's new guardian. Purpled is the head of the Department of Security and Law Enforcement. Slimecicle is the secretary of the casino owner. And Quackity himself…       – So. We have a rather delicate situation on the agenda, – the duck sighs heavily, having already managed to see the admin and fully appreciate his madness… – Firstly, Dream is a hybrid.       People frown a little in confusion when the hybrids immediately jump up from their seats, glaring at the casino owner with sharp glances.       – We found out that he was one of the pupils or pets in the "guardianship" program of the Ark Empire. He needs medical attention. Preferably both physical and psychological. The first one will be explained a little later... – the black eyes of the duck move to Skeppy and Hannah, who nod the same, barely able to sit still.       There are obviously already a lot of questions, but first the main topics, and only then discussions and disputes…       – Of course, we took him away from Pandora, but so far he is on sleeping pills and sedatives alternately, since the second topic follows from his pastime there. Do you all remember Sam, to whom we entrusted Pandora's Vault? Here I will obey, because I did not listen to Purpled and did not pay due attention to his words. His full name is Awesamdude…       Now absolutely everyone is jumping up excitedly, losing all remnants of calm. Everyone fled here from the outright tyranny of the Ark Empire, so no one on the SMP expected to hear the name of the most famous of the empire's generals during the war.       Phil frowns and fluffs his feathers, suddenly pulling both of his sons under his wing, which immediately quiets down, as if they were not the noisiest of all those present…       Skeppy can barely contain his trembling, having felt all the delights of being raised as the pet of some overeager aristocrat, from whom Bad, who was that kind of butler, pulled him out... And Hannah reacts the same way, since they were there together…       Foolish was lucky to escape the fate of a slave, but he saved quite a few of them together with his mother, hiding them first on a small pirate archipelago, then on permanently stationed at sea base ships, and then finally on the SMP…       George was once given to Karl, who eventually ran away from home with his "pet" and personal knight…       Tommy was originally from the Prime village and, like Purpled and Punz, got into the orphanage program, but almost immediately escaped from there, taking along the way a frightened little lamb hybrid that somehow managed to survive alone on the streets of the city for almost six years… That's why Tommy and Tubbo clung to each other so much and were much closer than even Tommy and Wilbur… In addition, they did not immediately get to the SMP, having managed to run away from both people and monsters... Tommy then picked up and brought Wilbur to his father, and Tubbo was briefly lost in a large mixed city that then flourished under the government of Philza… Then the lamb was also found, but he did not become an adopted child, although he lived with them for a while, albeit more as a guest…       In general, everyone knew the name Awesamdude. And everyone understood the threat he would pose, even if he had no connection to the Empire here.… What if there was? No one wanted to think about it at all...       – So, the second issue to discuss is the imprisonment and execution of the former general Awesamdude… Unfortunately, during the time that he was the caretaker and guardian of Pandora… While Dream was there… He caused no small damage to his physical and mental health, for which I requested a doctor…       To the last words, Skeppy nods affirmatively, because he has already sent a message to Ponk, and the medic replied, promising to arrive as soon as possible if that needed...       – So far we have kept him alive... but this is only for now... – frowning, coldly and somewhat anticipatingly pulls the Purpled under the pleased sharp gaze of Quackity...       – Right. Besides, Sam himself said that he was Dream's guardian, and you all have to understand how traumatic it must have been that our admin was locked up in prison under the full control of his tormentor…       Quackity pauses again, allowing everyone to fully realize the horror of the situation...       – And the third question is the most terrible for us. At least in my opinion, for sure. Dream is not just a hybrid. He is a snake. The admin is a snake. I hope everyone understands how bad it is?       – Prime... – Tommy hiccups softly, that he knew about this phenomenon, having received an extremely detailed and complete education about the hybrid society...       – That's right. Wilbur, I've never said it so bluntly and rudely, but you're an idiot. I regret that I could not raise you adequately, allowing you to become the most brainless and careless hybrid that I have ever known, – Philza wearily covers her face with her hands, clearly restraining a scream behind an overly calm tone…       And the brown-haired man does not even argue, looking at space with his soft reddish-caramel eyes in confusion… This, too, could use the help of a psychologist...       – It seems to me that this is more of a bonus, – Skeppy leans back in his chair, relaxing.       – A bonus? From which side? – Karl asks in surprise that he also spent a lot of time studying the culture and characteristics of hybrids, sincerely wanting to join their society.       – Yes, snakes are vindictive, creepy paranoid, harmful, impulsively aggressive and much more, but the presence of an admin snake means that the territories subordinate to it will be the richest in resources. The most magically intense and the healthiest in all plans. Such lands are the most difficult to maintain, and that is why only hardy and quirky snakes can become admins of such places. Other species just wouldn't stand it. And the fact that the earth under our feet has not yet opened up like a fiery abyss and no natural disasters have overtaken us either, is an indicator of the health of the earth and the connection of spirits with the admin. Because ONLY the admin can ask the spirits to protect the earth from accidents. And I know for sure that the ocean around us has been extremely restless lately, but this has not affected the island of SMP in any way... Which means that Dream is still fulfilling his duties, and not ignoring them to spite us. Isn't this good news?       – You know, it seems to me that you're right! – Karl nods contentedly, having quickly thought over the words of a hybrid butterfly with the most magnificent saturated blue wings.       – Okay, the main thing now is to deal with Sam and solve something with Dream, – Quackity nods wearily, whose butterfly's words also made think…       – How could there be any questions with a human? – Sapnap frowns, surprising everyone with this treatment. In addition to hybrids, humans also lived in SMP, and quite a few, however, such treatment was more in circulation among the first, because they still separated themselves from the human race, which brought them so much grief. To hear the word "human" from the mouth of a man, and even with such disgust, was strange...       – I completely agree, – Karl nods, while George only frowns and nods at the words of friends...       – We meant that is it worth killing right away or does someone have personal scores? – Foolish clarifies with slight doubt, and everyone falls silent…       They want to get angry for other people's misdeeds and for their own blindness and criminal indifference, and very much, but... Even Quackity doubts, because he has already managed to do things, allowing himself to break into a Dream, although he was not particularly "offended" by it... Tommy could have wished for this and done it, because it was deserved on his part, Dream spoiled a lot of blood for the boy…       But as for Sam…       – He's too dangerous, – George says firmly, frowning, cutting short all reasoning. – We should not deviate from the main principles: if you recognize the guardian, kill him. We cannot afford to leave even a hint of this infection in our new homeland. We've been incredibly lucky so far, because the empire just left us alone and isn't even trying to get to the SMP.       – And what if this is what becomes the drop? – Hannah suggests hesitantly.       – If we just send him back to the mainland, it will be much more dangerous. It's better to kill right away, – Purpled nods in agreement with the cow hybrid, tightening his grip on the scabbard at his side.       – Let's just keep it simple, then. He doesn't deserve attention, – Foolish exhales heavily, who didn't really like the idea of another killing festival. He did not like violence, even if he had lived as a pirate for a long time… Although there is only one name for pirates, considering that for the most part they only saved hybrids, taking them away from the territories of the empire, and robbed the greedy human aristocrats.       – Let's just go to jail right now and I'll kill him so that no one has any doubts? It's obviously too dangerous to take him out, -suggests Purpled, who has also already realized who Sam was, what he did with the place of his birth and the creatures that surrounded him all his childhood… How he betrayed the ideals of their native village, which he and his brother cherished so much...       – I agree, – George raises his hand, and Sapnap and Karl immediately follow him silently.       Hannah and Skeppy look at each other and also raise their palms up. They are followed by Tubbo, who was silent all the time, and unexpectedly quiet Tommy with Wilbur and Philza. The members of Las Nevadas do not doubt for a moment… Words are not needed here...       – Dream can be sent to us, – suggests Skeppy. – We'll keep an eye on him, and the only human in Badlands are Bad and Ponk, and you just can't not trust them. – That's right. No one else will be able to take care of him properly. We all opposed Dream, and we were all IN favor of his imprisonment. He doesn't have a single reason to trust us. But the Badlands were in the back, and Hannah and Ponk didn't participate at all, so the choice is obvious, – George nods in agreement, clearly putting everything in order.       He also felt guilty, because for a long time he considered himself a friend of Dream… However, he turned away from him when events began to get out of control, and the snake stopped coping with his role… And at the same time, George knew perfectly well that he should have supported his friend, and not stood aside and watched... But he remained silent and continued to dissuade himself, taking up completely useless things all the time… Now he has no right to be with Dream at the most difficult moment for him, he has already betrayed him, so now he will need to try to get trust back, and not fall out of the blue and put pressure on former friendship…       And there weren't many options, so everyone agreed, going to the execution of the terribly swearing Sam, urging people to "get smart"... And then to their countries…