Mellohi, but it somehow survived a huge war
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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 21 ส.ค. 2024
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_I decided to make a short story on this cause I got the feeling of writing_
"I thought you were my friend!" A leader called out to her friend. The figure in front of her turned to look at her. "You are my friend if you join me-" The figure turned into the light, clouded in a red cape and dark clothing, the woman in blood red hair smiled at the leader. "-We can rule all the Dimensions! You know I have the Nether since I trapped its' God, and the Ends' leader serves me, it's just the overworld! You can rule the overworld, and we can control the Dimensions together. C'mon," The woman held out her hand "Take my hand and rule the 3 Dimensions with me" The woman smiled. The leader shuddered, the blood red woman killed so many to rule the End and Nether, even trapping their gods. "I will never join you" The leader stepped back and pulled out her diamond sword, strongest in the Overworld. The blood red womans' smile dropped, and she sighed with disappointment. "Ah what a shame, guess I'll have to kill you too" The duo began in a bloody battle, Netherite and Diamond swords created sparks that burned the land around them. After mere minutes of fighting, the blood haired woman was pinned, and her sword flung away. The leader rose her sword, but in the finally blow, she showed hesitation, and the blood haired woman took the change. By taking the sword, the woman plunged the sword within its' owner. "See you on the other side" Was the last thing the leader said, before trapping the blood haired woman.
In the human world, a girl was reading a book. It told the story of two friends who fought for what's right, before the stronger one of the two got corrupted. There we no names, only The Leader and The Blood Haired Woman. "Strange that the leader was corrupted" The girl said. Just moments before the girl swore she heard screaming and she slammed the book closed. A sudden chill took the girls spine and she froze. A shadow formed behind her. She tried to scream, but she was frozen. The room turned black for the girl. Her body went limp. The room was icy cold. Soon she moved. The girl looked up and smiled.
*"I told you I'd see you on the other side"*
_So basically the Leader was corrupted by paranoia. She thought she saw the horrors of what her friend had did, but in reality she was the one who took the End and Nether. She put what she did onto her friend, believing she was the good girl. The blood haired woman tried to hold out her hand for her friend, and was just trying to stop her from destroying the Overworld too. In the end the Leader just went mad and almost killed her friend, before her friend stabbed her with her sword. The blood haired woman trapped her, but the Leader, now 'evil', said "See you on the other side". She took the girls' body and was now out to claim the real world and kill her friend. A really f*cked up tale if you understand it._
Oh myyy that's so good what-
Hehehehe Imma pin this one ;]
next part on wattpad?
wtf..
That’s pretty good :o
jesus fuck how much free time did my mans have?
*MEDIASHARE THIS TO THE TALL FORGETFUL ENDERMAN.*
please do wonderful humans =)
:)
@Oregano ptsd*
@Oregano no it’s alright! you tried and it was pretty good :D
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haha minecraft disc
ur wearing a mask, ur safe
haha music
Why am I laughing so hard at this
hahah you should call it weirdcore
haha mincraft disc
mmm the angst
:)
I added this to my ‘mmm angst’ playlist before I read the comments
@@sillyswrdd yeaaa!!
@@via_automata :)
@@the-weird_demon :)
nobody let ranboo find this version he'll use it against us
MEDIASHARE IT TO HIM !!
@@via_automata YES
@@via_automata PAIN
@@via_automata OH NO
@@via_automata y e s
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I wonder which war it survived
Tbh, A L L O F T H E M.
all of dem
Spelling 100
@@iwasniuqtzsssssssssssss when I type fast that happens lol
ITS CORRUPT NOW
Everyone's talking about Ranboo or Tommyinnit but Im imagining an amnesiac Karl Jacobs wandering around the Dream SMP and finding the disc. He gets curious and decides to pick up the disc. It's scratched up and there's a few chips but it looks still playable to Karl. He goes to find a place to play the music disc and finds one near a bench that's next to a tree. He puts the disc in the jukebox and sits down on the bench. When the music starts, multiple feelings of familiarity swarm his mind....
Oh damn mellohi fits in this au too...
I'm gonna get ptsd from this comment section ;-;
Or like a different timeline where the war was more severe and the general area of the SMP is deserted besides a few stray survivors, maybe the Syndicate or something.
OH LORD- YES
@M Harper *It's Just a Burning Memory plays in the background*
I laughed so hard when I read the title, because I was like : imagine someone doesn't get the reference and they're just really confused?
Hahah lol true
I didn't.........what's the reference?
@Infinite Blaze *whispers* it's related to the dream smp
@@via_automata aaaaaaah now I get it
HAHAHAHAHA
Imagine.... Tommy sits on the bench, alone this time. Tubbo long gone, Dream dead, Ranboo on his last life taking care of Michael, and most people don’t like Tommy. Tommy looks at the disc and smiles, thinking of what it caused. He looks at the scratches and holes from all the times it was shot at, dropped, and thrown. He closes his eyes as he puts it in the Jukebox. This is what plays due to all the scratches and holes. It’s imperfect, just like Tommy. Tommy stands at the edge of the cliff that the bench sits on. He looks around. All he can see is destruction and the egg. The egg has taken over. He can’t do anything to stop it. He takes a step and falls, happy to die of his own accord. As he hits the ground, his vision goes black. He opens his eyes and sees Tubbo and Wilbur. He hugs them, finally at peace.
Edit: I never thought one of my comments would blow up this much, to the point people are gonna make art based on it. Thank you all for the likes and comments. And for those of you saying I should script write... maybe not, but I do have a fanfic and I might just use this as the ending (maybe). If you want to check it out it’s called “Where’s Tommy?” on Wattpad and my username is Demon_Moose. Thanks to all of you again.
Omg tears literal tears... Crying rn :')
STOPP THATS SO GOOD
That was the imagine if they lose the war, the bad ending
@@Izzyinfinitee NO
HHH IM CRYING
* me being in a certain fandom * *a-and uh- what war was that..?*
Haha L'Manberg war o7
*i-i- d-dunno man*
@@via_automata o7
@@via_automata o7
*All Of Them*
100% feel like this should play in minecraft when you find abandoned mineshafts
Imagine there are two types of discs in minecraft- The normal ones and scratched ones....
@@via_automata good idea
@@via_automata that would be awesome!
i will cry if they add that
like i find a mineshaft and the first note hits and i just force quit everything and cry myself to sleep
*p l e a s e n o....*
When tommy feels inside when ranboo took tubbo from him
Ouch-
Noooo 😭
F
*I feed off of the angst in this video with no words.*
mmm angst my favourite meal of the day ;)
God is dead and you have killed him
mmm angst, my favorite
I wonder how a child lost his discs to a green telietubby and this disc somehow survived lol
We'll never know....
_basially how ranboo feels when he has amnesia but it's a music_
This gives me serious everywhere at the end of time vibes
Glad you like it!! ♡♡♡
i was about to say it has STRONG EATEOT vibes and GOD does it spook me out in a weirdly calming way
Yeah i agree with the Everywhere at the end of time thing.... i think thats why im atracted to this song so much
same i thought immediately of everywhere at the end of time
What's that? Can't remember.
tommy's discs after 35 wars on the dream smp:
Like 35 pog
@@xevasky8176 yes.
tw // possible derealization
the ceiling drips a dark purple liquid, creating an echoing melodic sound throughout the obsidian case. ranboo sat in the corner on the floor, clutching the now broken purple and white music disk.
“why won’t it stop playing”
but the melody continued
“and why can i remember anything...”
angst.
Just read some angst feeling sad
(time for a chain)
Just read some angst feeling sad
Just read some angst feeling sad
just read some angst feeling sad
I think of a corrupted and insane (curled up, shaking with his arms over his ears in the prison or a dark place, slowly deteriorating, his eyes tired yet he's not closing them or going to sleep as this song plays in the background) Tommy - Tommyinnit - when I hear this.
Oh god..... pain😀
i hate, and love this comment at the same time. fuck you. but also thank you.
@@mortifaeria you have captured my precise emotions in the perfect words
@@dandy320 me too ;-;
an insane tommy au would fit this music perfectly
In a crater full of rubbish and tnt you find two music discs, a green one and a white and purple one which one do you play?
Green disc
>Purple and white disc
You play the purple and white disc...it some how stills plays.
ah yess writers !! love you all hahah... this is the vibe I was aiming for :)
@@via_automata aww thank you I'm glad you like it, it took me 5 minutes to come up with it xD
@@via_automata uhm...I could add on
@@georgiabunting6383 I wanna add on so here’s my shot:
As the disc plays, you find yourself swaying to the melody. This almost haunting music echos through the chasm.
That’s when you realize, it isn’t natural. The chasm doesn’t look natural. There is a burned tree at the top, red vines are cascaded around this place, caves are opened where they clearly shouldn’t have been.
Then it hits you.
Something happened here,
Something *bad* happened here
The music ends...you’re left with a few seconds of silence before another begins.
This one seems happier...or it’s supposed to be happier, but it’s clear that it’s carrying a burden with its notes.
You pick up the disc and read both sides
On the purple and white side it says “Mellohi”
You turn it over to see a green and red side, this one says “Fallen Down :)”
*The eerie echo of the music in the trench somehow fills you with determination*
*HP restored*
*location: L’Man...?*
@@Hessonite_Dragon_Helen no but yes but no. Do I cry or do I thank you 😭
Tommy after the very last war listening to mellohi:
Yknow that one ghostinnit au where tommy can absorb the disks and play them through him? I imagine it sounding like this when the discs play but a bit more distorted. also no one let ranboo find this because he can and will use it against us and then we'll get PTSD from hearing this song like fallen down
Omg imagine Ranboo actually using this version... :0
Wait that's a really cute AU
yeah it is, I love using a modified form of that AU but I dont know who originally made it, if I did I'd totally spread it more so people can go support that creator bc it's a really good idea!
Fan FIC? vid? Art? Link pls
Found some art of it on pinterest by ⚡️•MoonAsh•⚡️, Not sure if it is the original creator or simply someone doing fanart of it, you can check there :)
pov
Ranboo’s grandchildren found this in *Glory’s Ways* (Old L’manberg) and they showed it to Ranboo, he was confused at first.
He remembered that he owns a very,very old jukebox and he let his grandchildren play it.
Memories came back, back when he was called a “Traitor”
Back when he was getting manipulated.
Back when the wars happened.
And he remembered Tommy because he owns one discs like this.
Tears began to fall to Ranboo’s eyes.
Then he heard a string cut off, very loud.
He blacked out.
His grandchildren were worried about him and they started crying and of them called for help.
Oh my- that's dark n' angsty but I like this au damn
So many talented people here, thank you! I love reading your stuff! ♡♡♡♡
@@via_automata thank you :))
they called for help...but nobody came :)
"THE DISCS DONT MATTER TOMMY!!!"
"THE DISCS WERE WORTH MORE THAN YOU EVER WERE!!"
Hits hard.
Ouch-
That fact it played in my head
@@D3cayH0urs same
[10 decades after the fall of l'manburg]
As you walk around the ruins of an old nation, now filled with ash you find a disc.
Leave it
>pick it up
As you pick up the disc you feel a cold uneasy presence behind you as you hear a almost echoing voice say
"Excuse me"
>Acknowledge presence
Grab the disc and run
You turn around to see a ghostly figure with blond hair, blue eyes who is wearing a torn red and white shirt.
Run
>stay still
Your sure you should run but before you could, the ghost replies
Tommy: "Oh! You like music to?" In a happy manner
Which reminds you that your still holding the torn up disc in your hands
>Reply
Run
You nod and the ghost seems happy,
Easing up, you both begin to talk for a while. The ghost mentions names such as wilbur and tubbo as well as some others, then he points at the disc your still holding,
Tommy: "would you like to hear the disc?"
>Yes
No
Bye
As you nod again, knowing that it would be almost impossible to play, he sticks out his hand and you give him the disc. He places the disc on his other hand and puts his finger on part of it.
*silence*
You both stand for a minute waiting when you notice that the disc is slowly starting to turn, and music starts to play.
You and the ghost sit, listening to the music play while looking over nation torn to shreds, and you wonder how it came to be.
Oh myyyy it's so amazing!! So coool and thank you for that...
I really like reading all of the pov's and au's, just seeing how creative human beings can be... Thank you again ♡
Aw thx! I watched your other videos and figured that this one needed a story to it as well! Sorry my grammar might be bad(I have a bit of dyslexia)
You're good! Don't worry about grammar mistakes in my comment section because I probably also make a lot of mistakes since English is apparently not my native language :0
Ok, thanks for letting me know, have a great day! I gtg get some work done, so bye, but honestly, your channel is very under rated so I hope that changes!
Thank you!! Have a great day!! ♡
Nobody let Ranboo get a hold of this he'll find a way to traumatize us, one way or another
Mediashare timeeeeeeee
@@via_automata yes
**softly** don't.
adding this to my panic room playlist
Yayy I feel validated now ♡
Holy I need one of these
pls make your playlist public I want to see it
(;
@@OwoAshes :)
I want this to play in a murder movie as the lights start flickering and the murderer turns the corner in slow motion whilst putting on their gloves after the victims found out who the murderer was.
Ohhhh sounds cool :0
You find a Purple and white striped disc in a pile of garbage. Play it?
>Yes No
It plays a somewhat unsettling yet calming sound, it sounds and looks old. It reminds you of your grandmother.
Stop the music?
Yes >No
The music keeps playing, until the song finally ends.
Play it again?
Yes >No
You decide to not play the music again.
Take it with you?
>Yes no
You took it home with you.
*GAME OVER*
undertale vibes
@@viperkins pog
Woah
Bruv
Wait i lost?
The storyline behind this could be “we won! we did it..” “yeah but look at everything that’s happened, what have we really won?..” “true but-“ “no, no dont continue that sentence we didnt win sh!t” *as the damaged music box plays with the broken disc somewhat in tack both friends sit and look at all the damage towards the land, and as the sun sets night fades in. The figures disappear in the shadows and the music still plays..*
Aaaa omg
ive gained an entire au idea from this
Let's gooo
Oooh I really wanna see it now :0
I had a few ideas about this lol (I'm gonna go and edit this with more ideas later)
1. Dream killed tubbo and put tommy in prison, sam finally comes to his senses and comes to let him out, unfortunately, the damage has been done, but Tommy's done some thinking and honestly, maybe his bitch of a brother was right, trust no one but yourself, he'll play the part of being helpless and broken, no one will know what hit them.
Tw: blood, brief mention of the cold, death, thoughts of violence, probably more that I don't remember, if you see anything Tw worthy, tell me!
No beta, we die like tommyinnit
He remembered the feeling of his heart racing, of the panic truly setting in, his best friend is going to die.
There's nothing he can do, cause everything he could do would never be enough.
He remembered the blood that stained the obsidian, he remembered watching his best friend, his tubbo's chest still.
The cold that seemed to chill his bone.
The pain he felt was so much worse then he could of imagined, it felt as if he was being torn apart.
Thoughts flooded his head, to kill, to harm, to rain hell onto those who hurt him.
Before he got the chance, he was locked in this stupid cell.
He'd scream til his voice went out
Begging
Pleading
Please.. Just let me out.
As days passed (did they? was the clock a lie?) He started to understand his brothers actions, you couldn't trust anyone, not even you're own blood.
He wants to hurt them. He wants to see them wither away. He so badly wants to put them through this, no, worse. He wants to watch them beg and plead.
Sure, those thoughts may have made him like dream, did he care? No.
He's done waiting for karma.
He'll rain hell onto this stupid, stupid server.
They will know his name.
He awoke to the sounds of the lava bubbling, that was normal, what wasn't normal was the lava descending down, looking up, he saw sam.
"Tommy, I'm getting you out of here. I was stupid for letting dream take you here." Sam said, as he stood on the platform.
He mentally smiled, god, he was going to make sure everyone knew what it felt like to be abandoned, wrongfully (soon, they'll wish they kept him in this shithole) imprisoned.
He nodded and stood up, he kept his expression blank and bored.
He couldn't wait for his revenge.
THIS WAS SO GOOD THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING THIS
I got inspired by some of the people in the comments so I decided to write my own story.
TW \\ s**cide
Dream left. He left after blowing up everything Tommy built and cared for in exile. Logstedshire, Tnret, and his nether portal. Dream said that no one was allowed to visit him and that he would only visit Tommy once a week as opposed to visiting him once a day. Dream left him with nothing. He had to start all over, again. But this time, he didn't want to. Being consumed with emotions of guilt, confusion, and sadness, he towered up. "I don't need the nether," he said to himself. After towering way above the clouds and trees, he stopped, and looked at the land below him. He could see the massive creater that once was Logstedshire, with some remains still left in the ruins. He sighed, and pulled out the photo of him and Tubbo, one of the few things he still had. He looked at it, and remembered all the fun stuff he and Tubbo did before his trial and exile. Fighting with Dream during the first disc war, them both goofing off and pranking people on the server, and the bench. The bench that he and Tubbo sat on after almost every major event. The L'Manburg war, the Festival, and the Manburg vs Pogtopia war. He put the photo back in his torn pocket, and he looked down again. This time, he said something that has been said a couple times before, "It was never meant to be." He closed his eyes and he jumped off the tower.
Oh god... This is so good tho... Omg...
F
Where have I heard “I don’t need the nether” before?
Someone make a fanfic pls
Now everytime I hear Mellohi I just picture Dream in the top of an obsidian tower laughing like crazy and I can't
Aaaaa i want more dream loreeeee
he finally won, the server is one big happy family once more.
Is it worth it? Was it worth everything?
Yes. I have no regrets.
Very well then. Good bye.
:)
@@boburnham3542 :)
@@boburnham3542 :)
Same... Now that i read this-
What Tommy's Mellohi disc sounds like:
(Because its one of his discs that survives alot of wars)
True true
There was an AU on Twitter that I thought would fit this wonderful pierce of work. I tweaked it one day and wrote it down on a piece of paper, and since I have nothing else better to do... I would like to share it here.
Dream, at first, wasn't able to revive Tommy. Sam watched him spiral into a short-lived insanity at the thought of losing the only thing, the only person, that gave his life meaning. Or, well - a purpose.
And so, for days, Dream messed with Tommy's corpse, over and over, desperately trying to bring him back - alive, like he was supposed to be.
'It wasn't his time to die,' he constantly repeated in his head. The laugh that Sam mentioned hearing from Dream was not out of crazed madness, but it could be. No, no...
Dream was pissed.
Dream was nervous.
But overall, Dream was scared. More scared than he ever felt when he realised Punz turned his back on him in the obsidian bunker full of empty slots of people's attachments.
And just when he was so close to throwing Tommy's body in the lava out of pure frustration, he woke up. Tommy opened his eyes, and Dream has never felt so much more relieved when he saw that they contained life.
But Sam noticed what Dream failed to. Tommy... with his ghostly pale skin, disgustingly covered in blood and bruises and god knows what else, was different. His eyes glinted with the very same madness he saw in Dream's, but his held more unbridled rage and hatred.
That wasn't all, unfortunately.
Tommy? Well... he was no longer human.
THIS IS AMAZING. *AMAZING*
♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡
@@via_automata Thank you! ❤✨
this is what will play when dream breaks out of prison.
At first I read the title and I was like
*"Oh boy, Dream SMP"*
Welcome fellow dsmp fan ;>
@@via_automata you gave me PTSD, what a welcoming.
Oh sorry for that-
After the war,
*The disc be glitchin’*
Glitching go brrrr
This is amazing, it really gives me the “everything is ruined and my only thing I have left is corrupted but it still sounds good” vibes.
Like legit it’s amazing
Thank youuu ♡♡
this disc disturbed all of the smp now he is after Ranboo
Yall i decided to write some angst
Uh tw for blood ig
Dad's eyes
"Just dont look at him in the eyes michael"
"Wh-what is he doing dad?"
You were confused, your dad was destroying things in your house and your other dad, tubbo was holding you close, like if he let you go you were going to end up like one of the broken disks on the floor.
"Dad is going to try to talk to him ok? Just stay here or try to hide somewhere."
He didnt answer your question but you couldnt be too bothered by it.
"O-ok"
You were crying, desperately holding to his finger as he tries to get away from you and stop your other dad from hurting someone or destroying more things.
Your dad stopped destroying things and looked back at tubbo.
It was all a blur
Blood covered the floor, spewing out of his chest with huge scratch marks. You thought you could see one of his ribs...
"DAD!!! NO-"
How could your loving dad do that? Why would him? Now one of your fathers was dead. You couldnt do anything about it now. But your sadness was rapidly switched with anger.
You got up and ran towards your enderian father, you were holding a piece of the cracked disk in your hand.
You stabbed his arm with it, and he threw you out of balance right after.
You looked up, seeing the glimmer of his eyes...
Oh my god- w- wha- (・_・;)
It's good btw ♡
this is a 'im a hero protagonist and i just found out im the villain' type beat and i love it so much
Ahhh I'm glad you like ittt ♡
yall talking about Tommy and Ranboo I'm thinking Karl just imagine somehow he accidentally time travels to the end of the world the apocalypse if you will and he is where land of the dream smp is he walks around wandering what to do he rummages through everyone's old stuff and finds Mellohi he plays it as memories swarms his head as he sees everything destroyed by the people that once lived there
I wish all the discs had real vinyl records of them
omg that would be so cool...
@@via_automata It would! It would be very interesting to see how the designs from the game are interpreted in real life
That would be cool :D
pov
Ranboo is wandering around in a mineshaft, all alone. Everyone is dead. Including Dream, Tommy, Tubbo absolutely everyone is gone even Michal. He often goes looking for mineshafts, he finds a sudden feeling of peace when in them, but he doesn’t quite know why.
“Finally! A chest!” Ranboo says with excitement even though all his friends are dead. Ranboo peeks inside of the chest, hoping to find something useful like gold or diamonds. Instead, all he finds are a written book and a music disk. The music disc is stripped purple and white, it reminds him of something, but he cannot quite put his finger on it. He turns his focus onto the written book. He opens his to see writing so un-neat it looks like chicken scratch. All he could make out was,
“To whoever finds this, you are the last one alive, aren’t you? I need you to protect this disc with your life.
The rest was so messy he could barely understand it, but he could read the name at the bottom.
“Tommyinnit.” Ranboo said to himself. His memory was so messed up he could not even remember who Tommyinnit is. The only people he truly remembered were Dream, Tubbo and Michal. Of course, he remembered Tubbo and Michal because him and Tubbo were married, with Michal as their son. Then suddenly, Ranboo remembered something. He remembered his memory book from so many years ago. Ranboo sprinted home as fast as he could not taking time to stop and catch a breath. When Ranboo arrived at his house (which was originally Phil’s house, but he took over) He looked everywhere for so long until, he saw the book. It was a dusty brown book with the words “Memory book” scribbled on it.
Ranboo turned the pages for so long barely even reading them, until he found the name. Turns out, Tommyinnit had been one of Tubbo’s closest friends until he went to prison. memories of him were passing through him like a ghost until he pretty much, fully remembered him. And how much he loved his two music disks. Mellohi and Cat. He had also remembered what Tommy’s house looked like, so he went there hoping to find cat, but the place was entirely blown up. Not a trace of his house was left. Not even the basement.
When Ranboo leaves, he goes back to his house again humming quietly to himself. When he’s finally home, he decides to play the music disk he found. He couldn’t remember if it was Mellohi or Cat so maybe listening to the disc would help. Ranboo places the disc in the jukebox, hoping it would still work, even though it had so many scratches and small burns from what had looked like the past wars between L’Manberg and Pogtopia, or even Manberg and Pogtopia. The jukebox played a familiar tune to the one he was humming to himself just seconds ago. He at once recognized it as Mellohi. The disc brought back so many terrible memories, Ranboo couldn’t handle it. He took the disc out and framed it on his wall, telling himself to never listen to it again, but to simply protect it.
Omgg it's good- (♡°▽°♡)
Now we just need the grunting and coughing then, the eventual laughing.
this is as the kids say "pogchamp"
epic
thankss
Meta your pfp is painful-
@@MarkMillerOrSomethin
(:
@@flare_studios. oh goddamit-
everyone’s acting like mellohi only exists on dream smp while im imagining i found this in some ruined 2b2t base
reminder:
we cannot let Ranboo find this he will absolutely abuse the hell out of it when chat starts spamming or when he wants to joke p l e a s e
_"My L'manberg, Phil! My unfinished symphony... FOREVER UNFINISHED!"_
Idk why but this music remind me of something important...
it's so hard to remember, and i can hear it everywhere.....
Never noticed how generally ominous mellohi is until now, it just sounds like something really bad is going to happen, or already happened.
I when I here this i think of l’manburg blowing up in slow motion and Tommy yelling “no” and tubbo is falling. I also I think of Wilbur saying “it was never MENT to be “
Bandages plastered all around the boy's body like it was another layer of skin. The fire roared behind him, the yelps of agony and the screams of terror could be heard in the distance as the blue-eyed boy held the broken disc in one hand and a sword in another, lathered in maroon. His flesh felt like it was on fire, the boy wouldn't be amused if he just started melting.
"A little birdy told me," A voice said with a sadist tone, Tommy could hear him coming closer and closer. "-That you killed your own best friend?" He felt like his throat was on fire, he wouldn't dare to speak- not that it was possible anyway. Tommy hesitantly looked behind him. There he was, the bastard who had complete control over the server. The one who had lost his humanity, Dream. The mask covered his whole face, but Tommy knew he was smiling. "Well it's not like I pity him, he was a fool anyway. Another obstacle in my plan. Good riddance." Dream had walked even closer, and once Mellohi was visible in his sight, he cocked his head to the side. "Why don't you play your disk, I know how much you love it." He said as he pointed to the scratched and on the verge of dying disc. Tommy felt like a puppet on a string, as he glided his fingers along the disc. It felt like forever since he'd listen to Mellohi. Not wanting to relive memories of the wars. Dream let out a sigh of impatience as he shoved Tommy aside and put the disc into the jukebox himself. The eery melody played as Tommy watched the fire grow with broken eyes. Dream bobbed his head side to side, tapping to the rhythm on the jukebox. The sun started to rise, and the fire started to die down. But it's not like anybody survived, it'll be just him and Dream. Well that is, until Dream becomes sick of him.
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hi ik im late to the party but ahaha dream stop manipulating minors challenge
anyways im a 12 year old author and it would be cool if you checked out my profiles on ao3 and wattpad, I go by the name peenho (dont ask, its a long story)
:)
This is really cool omg!! I love it (♡°▽°♡)
Also, there's a one cool thing about videos with music, you are never late haha ♡
a unfinished symphony
Hah this disc and one more disc was the *start* to a war.
Yep they were, what if I made "Cat" sound more angsty???
@@via_automata I'd have that on loop annoying my cat
lmaooo
@@via_automata do it! I would love it :D
Gonna write sometyhing for this, hopefully at least one person will read it!
"So, it was a lie all along? I thought I could trust you." Said a voice, "You were working for them the whole time?" he continued.
"Yes, I was, now I've done what I needed to do, no-one will want to visit with those posters around the building." A voice replied.
"Get back here... I said get back here!" Shouted an angry voice, "Don't walk away from me! You need to explain so much, so get back here and well sort it out then!" He looked behind him and smiled. "I'm not turning back, there is no way I'll win, there is a god on your team, and what have I got, speed? That wont help he one bit." he said, still walking further away, "What!? Why are we at a volcano!?" The same person shouted nervously. "Oh, well my friend here decided to let us have a change of scenery. Bye bye." A force pushed the man into the bubbling lava, but right before he was about to hit it he was back above it again. "What? Why did you do that!? I told you to let him die!" An angry voice shouted from across the volcano. The god paused for a moment, the god looked across the tornado to a still startled figure, then back to his friend, before pushing him into the volcano. Something brung him back out of the volcano right when he was about to hit it. "I- I'm sorry! I was trying to make him believe I was on his side, I'm still with you." The god said. "Then..." He looked at the figure over the volcano, "Prove it." He continued, pointing to the figure. "Okay." The figure was pushed into the volcano.
- The plot from GeorgeNotFound's stream of when he got banned from tiktok.
Omg this is so good!
Thanks for writing this ♡
@@via_automata lmaoo I was just bored. Have a hood day/night :D
I can imagine Dream sitting near a campfire and this playing while the camera is zooming out and shows the whole area on fire...then... darkness.
Oh my god this is so cool hold up --
thank you so much !!
"Everywhere at the end of time" type beat
Fanfiction writers in the comments: m y t i m e h a s c o m e
OH MY GOD IMAGINE THE POTENTIAL THIS HAS FOR LORE STREAMS IF TOMMY HAD FOUND THIS VERSION B4 THE PRISON ARC HE COULDVE DONE AN ENDING SCREEN WITH IT LIKE RANBOO
Aaaaa that would be truly awesome!!!
"Stop. LEAVE MY FRIENDS ALONE!" The little boy cried out, TNT had been surrounding his house, almost everyone on that island had been gathered around Fire's house. The man who had placed all the TNT had been flicking the flint and steel like a lighter. Fire got more nervous by the second. Down the tree house was a few blocks of soul sand and two wither skulls. There was one person holding the third wither skull. Fire's brother. He started yelling for everyone to stop. "I'll go, I swear.. just leave them alone." But apparently Fire was too far up to be heard. As the fire spread up to the tree, a small hiss from the TNT could be heard. A few seconds later... boom.
Mellohi is just somehow constantly playing in the back of my head and I don’t know why. It’s always been my favourite Minecraft disc because it was calming to listen to and now the angst
time to write a story now cuz I'm inspired
What a familiar feeling. Drunk and angry and sad. I stumble through gray streets, hands in my pockets to stop itching the burn scars. Wondering where all the people went, this street used to be so lively. There's my favorite saloon, the music there was so great. The door is missing now, the windows as well. Thick black soot coats the walls and my lungs. the windows are on the floor inside, scattered like the lamp posts dotting the road. The music is still playing on that jukebox, but it's all fuzzy and slow now. Like my brain, it hurts to try to remember what's happened. I sit at my favorite table, the drink I got last time I was here is still half empty. the ash and glass swirl around in the little cup as I pick it up. "what a waste" I say to no one. They've all abandoned me, haven't they? I'm so cold, the drink is even colder, my heart is coldest. I wish my friends could see me now. I've got that crown we said we were going to steal, I don't know how I got it though. An accomplishment nonetheless I guess, I pour the drink on the table. No one's going to drink it, much less come in and clean it up. sorry, Diane, I know how you took pride in how clean this place was. With the state it's in now I'm sure you don't care much anyway. I never paid for that drink, wouldn't hurt to put a little good karma to my name. The bar almost looks clean, but then again it isn't supposed to be gray and black. I set whatever gold I had left in my pocket, which wasn't much, on the bar. Something catches my eye beyond the shiny pile, is that...?
Oh no. No no no no no no no no no no. This can't be real. She can't be dead, she can't be. Diane wake up, please. For me? Who did this to you?
....
oh.
heh.
right...
"I did this to you, didn't I Diane?
We said we were going to help our friends overthrow the kingdom, but we were going to betray them and assume our rightful place together on that blood-stained throne. I guess I had other plans, didn't I? I've gone mad like you feared I would."
I'm so cold, your hand is even colder, my heart is coldest
Sheeeeeshhh this is sooo goood omggg ♡
surprised no one said anything but this gives me massive Everywhere At The End Of Time vibes
Actually so many people said that already and I'm surprised :0
Wow i had same thoughts
"It's all just a burning mushroom house"
"Why does it matter how my L'Manberg breaks"
"Ghostbur's all joyful camaraderie"
"An empty world beyond this bench"
"Place in the server fades away"
This sounds like the soundtrack to a horror game
I'm in fear of when ranboo discovers this and uses it in lore
ALL THESE STORIES ARE SO COOL YET TERRIFYING DO NOT LET RANBOO GET THIS
THE ANGST IS REAL
I feel like Mellohi is perfect for wilbur or dreams villain arc
trueeee
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I had this in a playlist, and while listening to some nice calming music this suddenly played and it scared the fudge out of me.
Oops-
*LMAO*
This gives me heavy "Everywhere at The End of Time - Stage 1" vibes
I feel like this should be the version of Mellohi that Tommy has after he got it back from Dream. Sure, he has his discs back, a reminder of when times were better, but they're tainted. The scars will never truly heal.
Everywhere at the end of mellohi.
If you get that reference, congrats, you're in the same hell hole that I'm in.
tommy dementia au?
This is even better since I'm making a version of an empty bliss beyond this world with samples of songs related to mcyt and I'm uploading it tomorrow lol
Damn
A pair stalks through the darkened forest. The tallest figure leads, lanky and slouched in such a way to imply fatigue. The shorter of the two knows it’s a facade. A lie. A mask. His movements are off. Jerky and unpredictable, the way a puppet would move on strings. Just wrong.
When the enderman approached him, asking him to join him for a walk, it didn’t take Tubbo long to follow. The particles around Ranboo thicken. The forest leans in, pressing closer and closer until the trees brush each shoulder of his. Suddenly, his best friends claustrophobia make a whole lot more sense.
He considers turning around, but curiosity takes its fatal grip. The path opens into a small clearing. Moonlight juts through the leaves awkwardly. It beams onto Tubbo like a floodlight, whereas Ranboo is shrouded in the shadows.
Ranboo does not move, yet there is a rustle in the bushes in front of him. The sound of metal scraping metal. The last thing he sees is a smile.
Angstyyyy
Top ten reasons im scared of mellohi :
mellohi is my fav disc after chirp :>
@@via_automata yooo same :D
This is what a music disc would probably sound like if it was found out of a WW1 trench
imagine in karl’s next tales of the smp, this just starts playing in the other side...
Oh my-
Every single time I listen to this song no matter how its edited it always gives me chills but I love it so much.
Its also so weird I get chills in different/random places in the song everytime, Its never the same spot.
This sound gave me flashbacks to ramboo lore and now imma go cry in a corner
If I unfocus my eyes it makes it look like the disc is two eyes which is really freaky
the ancient builders slowly watching their world be destroyed by the monsters they created.
imagine this is the only proof to aliens that humans ever existed
This gives off a tiny child fighting a mutated green teletubby along side some insane people vibes
Idk why
Just does
*normal mellohi sounds* me: *in a cold sweat*
in my opinion Mellohi makes me have this gut feeling something is going to happen, or something is watching. idk how to explain it but when it’s played by Tommy or ranboo it makes me feel like somethings not over.. or something big is going to happen. Like when Tommy I think played it when they supposedly beat dream...
Mellohi feels like a calm before the storm...
Omg MEMORIES
memories indeed :')
Ok this makes me wanna do sum so here we go ig
A boy and his friend sat calmly on a bench, overlooking a valley, the sun was beginning to set, and it looked quite beautiful.
“Could we put on some music or something?” The shorter, brown-haired boy asked.
“I mean, I don’t see why not?” The other,taller blonde boy responded.
He opened up an enderchest, and found a disc with a middle that was white with purple stripes, he could have sworn he never put it there, but he held it up to show his friend nonetheless.
“This look good to you?” He asked.
“Sure.” The brown-haired boy responded
The blonde boy put the disc in the jukebox, and it started playing an oddly familiar tune. The brown-haired boy’s expression faltered, if only for a second , and the blonde boy wouldn’t have noticed it if he Hadn’t known the other boy for years.
“Something wrong?” He asked.
“No- well- I don’t think so-“ the brown-haired boy paused. “Nevemind, forget I said anything”
………….
“Alright, well” the blonde boy said, “you wanna have a staring contest?”
“Oh hell yeah! I’m gonna beat you this time!” The brown-haired boy responded.
They happily chatted and giggled until it got dark, when they headed home.
………..
The next time they visited this cliff, one of them would be battered and grieving.
The other would be dead.
"saudade" - a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one cares for and/or loves. it is the recollection of feelings, experiences, places, or events that once brought excitement, pleasure, and well-being, which now trigger the senses and make one experience the pain of separation from those joyous sensations. saudade describes both happy and sad at the same time...
just thought it fitted
It really fits here!
damn from dream to schlatt to wilbur to techno, surprised that disc hasn't been destroyed
Yet.
"Wait- whats that?" you whisper to yourself, pushing aside dirt in your dig site. You see a white and purple music disc labeled "Mellohi, For My Beloved". The words were worn, but still readable, and the disc was scratched horribly, caked in mud and- blood? Yes, blood was deep in its records. You shiver while holding it, it admitted a sort of- feeling- like history itself. "Maybe i should go play it?" You are hesitant, but go inside and slide it in the jukebox. you sit for about 2 minutes, waiting for a single beat, but nothing. You sigh, disappointed, yet relieved. You reach to grab it and loud music starts to play, it sounded so-glitchy? So- so- creepy? No, no, it sounded like- history, if that made sense. "Holy shit!" You jump back, listening to the music, it was soothing yet chilling, you stood, frozen in its song. "What the hell is that?! Theres never been a disc called Mellohi! This is a dream!" You shake your head, trying to wake up, but you realize, after hitting a table, this is no dream, this is the story of the disc called "Mellohi".
Chapter 1 (yes I'm writing I dont have a problem) Blood, sweat and discs.
You rummage through your own disc collection, grabbing pairs like Blocks and Cat, Far and Stall, even 11 and 13, but you cant seem to find a tune matching 'Mellohi' "This disc... This song... it radiates power... love... betrayal...... *Blood* ." You shiver at the word, whatever this disc had been through, whatever this disc WAS, you had to find out. When was it even made? You run your fingers through your hair in dismay and worry, then get an idea. "Yes! Lio is the old librarian! She might know what this is!" You carefully slide the disc in your bag, careful not to hurt it. You hop on your bike and peddle faster than you ever have, about 4 blocks to the library. You hop off, panting heavily. "Jesus Christ..." You chain your bike to keep it safe and head up the library stairs with a grumble. The old doors were large and creeky when opened, but cool none-the-less. You step a foot inside the polished floors and look up to see the old lady, humming and looking at books. "Lio? I need your help." You say firmly, the librarian looked up, nodding.
"Yes, Ash?" [Your name in this story is Ash] "Lio, I found this disc in the dig site, but... there's never been this kind of disc... all of them have been found! ... Right?" You seem hesitant on the last part, as if you think she knows something you don't. You hand her the disc and she runs her fingers over it. You hear her whisper something, it sounded like 'God damn it, Tommy.' but you couldn't be sure, so you decided to stay quiet. "Well, Ash I wouldn't know anything about that disc, maybe you should... lock it somewhere... Don't tell anyone about it..." She seemed worried, moving her glasses around her face lots. "Lio...? Are you not telling me something?" Your voice cracks, as your a bit frightened. "I- I cant tell you." She shook her head. "Its for your own safety." Her soft voice filled with care and fright. You couldn't stand her being worried, you felt bad. "Lio, c'mon, ill be fine." You smile. She smiles back and sighs. "Alright, well, lets start off with this... My names not Lio... Its Nihachu..." You gasp, you swear you've heard that name before, but where? You see her holding her arm, and come around to give her a hug. "Tell me everything." You sit down at a table with her and in the background, a green, ghostly figure, growled quietly at the disc in your hand.
"So, Nihachu? Thats a very pretty name!" You smile and chuckle. "Oh! Thank you love, but call me Niki, please." She chuckled along her long hair a greyish-white with pink strands. "Oh alright!" You nod and remember what you were here for. "Niki, I need you to tell me about this disc." You set it between you both, and she stares at it for 3 long minutes, her face changing expressions. "Alright... Well, It all started off with-" She was cut off by you grabbing the disc away from a green cloud of smoke. You yelp in fright, and Niki does the same. The smoke cloud disappeared and Niki stood up promptly, the old lady moving faster than you've ever seen, grabbing your arm. "We need to hide!" "Be careful!" You tell her, but you see an odd potion in her hand, it was gold, like a Totem of Undying. She drank it, her form going from old to a young lady, maybe in her 20's in the matter of bubbles. You gasp and she looks at you, running to her desk, pressing a button that moved the desk away, and she grabbed you and herself a set of netherite armour an a sword. You look confused at the dark material, which looked purple with the enchantments. She grabs you again you start to run after seeing the smoke cloud again. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING?!" You yell, she doesn't say anything, just tells you to keep running,
You end up in a forest, and she stops running. **She seems so fit! Shes not even breathing harder! Its like she trained for war or something!** You think, amazing. She digs into a hill until she found the entrance to a very small room, with a worn bed and broken chests. "Woah... where are we, Niki??" You hold close, seeing spiders and hearing monsters. "Pogtopia." She says, slight sorrow in her soft, kind voice. She nudges your sword and takes hers out as do you. you go down spiraled stairs into a high-up area, connected by broken, wooden bridges and lots of monsters nested below. "N-Niki-" She stutter, you hated heights. "Its alright, lets go clear this place out." She helps you down to the ground by some cobblestone stairs and holds her sword high. You do the same, and start slashing at zombies. Niki starts to kill skeletons and you see three creepers behind her. You dive at her, moving her away right as they blew up. "Niki!! Are you ok?!" She groans then nods. "Thank you." She smiled and filled up the creeper holes with stone. You both crafted some torches and put them around.
You start to see buttons. **Weird** You think, pressing them, you see Niki looking at the buttons with fear and closing her eyes when hearing one pressed. You are filled with guilt and stop. In the corner you hear a 'WoOSh' and turn around. "A nether portal?" You've never seen one, mostly because you never had a need to go into the nether. Anyone who needed to was trying to get to the end but was killed by the gods once they got to the portal. [DreamXD and Foolish, if you're wondering] You ran your hand through the purple substance and got a tingly feeling and giggled. Niki looked at you and smiled. You both polished up the place and heard a soft voice. "Niki? Is that you?" A ghostly figure of a British man floated behind her. She stopped "W-Wilbur?" She sounded happy, but also sad. "Yes! Its me- Well, not Wilbur, but Ghostbur! Wilbur wasn't good." He chuckled. You leaped out of your skin when you saw the ghost, yelling. He looked at you, with confusion. "Who are you?" He floated towards you. "A-ash haha.." You rubbed your head and greeted the ghost. "Ash is such a great name!" He smiled and you smiled back, still unsettled by him. "And you're, Ghostbur?" You asked hesitantly. "Yes! Yes! Here, have some blue!" He handed you a blue powder in a bag and you looked at it, not asking questions. "Thank you, Ghostbur." You chuckle and walk past him making sure 'Pogtopia' was lit fully.
You stumble into a room with dirt and dispensers, confused. "Niki!" You shout. "Yes, Ash?" She says back, walking to you. "What is this room for?" You ask. "Our old friend Technoblade farmed us Pogtatoes here!" Ghostbur chimed in. "Technoblade? Who's that?" You turn your head. "Only one of the best PvPers, ever. He fought in many wars and has never lost a life..." [In this smp world, each person has 3 lives, if you die by anything that's not old age, you respawn 3 times] Niki said with awe. "Well is he alive?" You ask. "I doubt it, I'm the only one who had the Potions of Undying.." Niki mumbled. "Potions of what? Thats not a potion?" You ask, as confused as you were when you found Mellohi. "Its an old recipe Ghostbur made when he was alive, he showed me it awhile back. Was it, I don't know, three-hundred years ago?" Niki looked at the Ghost. "Niki, you know I have a bad memory." Your jaw dropped, 300 years ago?? "Wait wait wait- Niki how are you 300 years old?!" "The potions... I only used them because of- Because there's something- someone- that needs to be gone." You look up at them both, frightened. "Well alright, let's just move on."
TO BE CONTINUED
like this, so I can remember lolol
Lmao here's the google doc for it you nerds.
docs.google.com/document/d/1csn5womWPrNZbDyM3tHS2OcEL3n8_S4VVbRmiNWdIuw/edit?usp=sharing
T- THIS IS *AMAZING*
THIS IS SO GOOD KSNEISBFJEBR IDK WHAT TO SAY, YOU ARE SO TALENTED ♡
@@via_automata I- THANK YOU BRUH- ITS RLLY NOTHING THO IM WRITING AN ENTIRE BOOK- (also imma continue this so your gonna was a story in your comments lmao)
THANK YOU SO MUCH I'M ADDICTED TO THIS
im sorry for my dream smp phase guys I promise my writing is better now I promise
in that case would also have to apologize for my dsmp phase :/// pandemic rlly got us into that, didn't it
TW: BLOOD, DEATH
the stairs creak as i carefully take another step.
the only other sound in the mansion is my dad’s old music disc playing.
the eerie, mellow song getting clearer as i take yet another step down the long flight of stairs.
the moonlight, creeping through the closed curtains, helps the torch in my hand light the way.
one step.
another.
and then another.
i come to the bottom of the staircase
and stop.
the music seems... off.
“something isn’t right...” i whisper under my breath.
chills run up and down my spine as i draw ever nearer to the sound of the music.
one step.
another.
and then another.
i turn a corner and find a jukebox.
i look around.
no one is there.
...i’m alone with the music.
i hold my torch over the dusty jukebox in an attempt to take the music disc out.
it won’t budge.
i try again.
“w-why can’t i turn off the music...”
the appalling sound of “mellohi” just keeps playing on repeat.
suddenly i hear the loud shriek of what seems to be an enderman.
enderman spawn regularly in the mansion, so i’m used to hearing them...
but this... doesn’t feel normal...
it seems terrified... sad even.
it’s sounds like...
“...dad?”
i decide to leave the jukebox behind and go check it out.
i slowly walk away from the unearthly sound of the old music.
one step.
another.
and then another.
i hear the shriek again.
i uneasily navigate my way through the large mansion and finally find where it’s coming from.
i see blood on the ground...
i see my dad’s memory book.
all of the pages seemed to have been violently torn out and scattered around the floor.
i pick up a ripped, blood stained page that lay at my feet.
“:)”
a single smiley face.
i look up.
a body lay still on the floor in a puddle of blood...
and he doesn’t seem to be breathing.
his dark green shirt, stained by the red of his own blood..
i take a few steps closer.
one step.
another.
and then another.
my heart stops as i recognize who the body is.
my pa, Tubbo, is dead.
i run up to his cold body with tears blinding my eyes.
“how could this have happened...”
i quickly extinguish my torch and drop to my knees.
pa’s blood stains my pajamas, but i don’t care.
my hands are shaking.
my mind is racing.
the music echoing throughout the mansion.
and once again...
i hear the sound of a distressed enderman.
i look behind me to find my dad, standing in the shadows, tears streaming down his expressionless face.
he looks me in the eyes.
he never does that.
“Michael.” he says.
“Michael listen to me.”
his eyes are filled with fear... and yet a sense of calm.
its obvious he isn’t fully awake.
“i want you to run. run far away from here. it’s not safe anymore... I’M not safe anymore. please.”
i don’t know what else to do.
“goodbye, Michael.”
i take one last look at my pa.
at my dad.
and then the door.
one step.
another.
and then another.
i take off in a run.
the music stops.
Don't let Ranboo find this no matter not he must not find this.
As a wise man once said
Awooga Minecraft streamer
hello if anybody from the far future reads this. this was a good time wasnt it?
Mellohi
The disc that survived the L'manburg vs Dream Team war, and many more
I feel like this is like Everywhere At The End of Time, except it’s PTSD instead of dementia
this would be great for the roleplay in skycraft by hexas, i made a group called the disc men and we are all based on discs, im mellohi, my friend felix is cat, and and another friend of mine name fabbe is pigstep, im mostly on there all the time working on my builds we need one more member since there is only 3
ooh that's actually a really cool idea!
Oooh that's actually really cool! Now I feel lonely ;-;
Imma be Ward cause that's my fave disc!
@@jadetheslime3140 damm the world reset in 1.17
and now the disc men are gone
LORE OF DISC MEN: ACTIVATED
They all hurry to a secret room constructed, terrified by the challenge dream had put against them, they were outmatched, but with erets help with the final control room, they could actually have a chance against dream, but as soon as they gained hope, they lost it, eret softly taps a button in the center of the room, then their lives flashed before their lives, tubbo, tommy, wilbur, and then lastly fundy, the room was soaked in the blood of the people who he once considered his friends, he sacrifised his friends for power, but power isnt strong enough to remove guilt.
Great story! ♡♡♡