The rise of Darth Fex

Fundy, now known as Darth Fex after losing his son to a tragic accident in the Dream SMP world, returns to an abandoned mining town he once called home. Using its vast resources and forgotten technology, he plots his vengeance against those responsible for his loss while struggling with the moral implications of becoming a ruthless vigilante in this lawless land.

As Fundy approached the dilapidated ruins of the old mining town where he had spent much of his childhood, memories flooded back like a torrent. He could almost hear his mother's voice echoing through the empty streets, calling him home for dinner or scolding him for getting into mischief with his friends. Despite the decay and disrepair, it was clear that this place still held powerful secrets—secrets that could help him exact revenge upon those who had taken away everything dear to him.

Upon entering one of the long-forgotten tunnels beneath the town, Fundy found himself surrounded by dusty machinery and discarded tools. But among them were also hidden treasures: ancient computers, forgotten blueprints, and even working prototypes of weapons never brought to market. With determination fueling his every move, he set about restoring these relics to their former glory, piecing together plans for a new kind of warfare that would make even the most hardened criminal quake in fear.

But as he worked, doubts began to creep into his mind. Was he truly justified in using such advanced technology against others? What if someone else discovered his plan and turned it against innocents? Wouldn't he become no better than those who had caused so much pain in his life? These questions plagued him day and night, but they couldn't stop him from continuing his work; all he knew was that he must find some way to bring justice to a world seemingly devoid of it.

Finally, after weeks of labor, Darth Fex stood before his creation: A massive exoskeleton suit bristling with cutting-edge weaponry, powered by an engine revived from the depths of antiquity. It towered over him, a testament to both his ingenuity and his desperation. As he climbed inside and activated the controls, he felt a sense of empowerment unlike anything he'd ever experienced—but also an unease at what lay ahead. For with great power comes great responsibility, and he wondered if he was ready to face the consequences of unleashing this monstrosity upon the Dream SMP.

Darth Fex has a flashback of the time of his son’s death and who was responsible, his father: Wilbur Soot

Inside the exoskeleton, Fundy could feel the weight of history pressing down upon him. Every creak and groan of metal was a reminder of the blood, sweat, and tears that had gone into creating this machine. His eyes darted around the control panel as he tried to familiarize himself with its various functions. This wouldn't be easy; he hadn't exactly been trained to pilot something like this. But then again, nothing worth doing ever was.

A sudden thought struck him: what would his son think of this? If only Yogurt were here now, he mused, he would have been the first to test it out with me. The image of his smiling boy filled his mind, followed quickly by the memory of his final moments—the crash that took his life far too soon. Fundy clenched his fists tightly around the controls, willing himself not to break down. There would be time later for grieving; now was a time for action.

He focused on the task at hand, remembering the faces of those who had wronged him—and worse yet, those who had taken away his beloved son. Among them was none other than Wilbur Soot, the man he once considered a father. How could anyone be so cruel as to take another person's child? The thought burned within him like acid, eating away at any remaining shreds of doubt about his actions. No more mercy; from this moment forth, he would show them all the true meaning of retribution.

With a roar equivalent to that of a wounded beast, the exoskeleton lurched forward, its legs carrying Fundy toward the surface with surprising agility despite their bulk. As he emerged from the tunnel, blinking in the harsh sunlight, he surveyed the landscape before him: endless plains stretching off into the distance, punctuated by a few ramshackle towns and villages that seemed content to ignore each other's existence. This was his domain now; he would bring order to this chaos, whether they liked it or not.

His target was clear: the stronghold of Dream SMP itself, where Wilbur Soot resided. He had heard tales of its impenetrability, but Fundy didn't care. Nothing was impossible when you wore the armor of righteous anger. With a growl of defiance, he charged forth across the desert sands, leaving behind a trail of uprooted trees and crushed rocks in his wake. They would know his name soon enough—and tremble before it.