#awesamdudew

[mcskedprisoner]

My muse bringing yours a drink/snack while they are busy. + reverse!

The broad creeper approached Dream with a glass of lemonade in hand, his gaz mask covering his expression. Despite this, by the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, it was clear he was smilling. Once he was infront of him he carefully handed him the glass, his head tilting slightly.

"Hey Dream.. I just noticed you've been out and about all day- You've always been restless, huh?"

He chuckled, his tone sounding playful.

"Either way- I just thought you might need something fresh to drink. Must be dehydrated after all this running.."

[ Early SMP @awesamdude-w ]

A rare moment of his mask being off as he sat under the tree. Enjoying himself, he gave Sam a smile. He took the glass carefully though.

"Hey, yeah I guess you can say that. So much to be done..."

"Hey question, random question. How much would it cost to build say... uh a Prison? Again random question."

He asked before taking a sip of the lemonade.

[libraryofwatchers]

The Wandering Follower

Eryn walked around the server, quietly planting Vines every so often in hidden places. As to not concern his fellow server mates. It was only natural right? He was just doing what The Egg wanted. He isolated himself even more, his usually loud personality becoming muted.

It seemed like he didn't have any thoughts of his own in reality. One day he went into the woods and vanished for at least two days and suddenly came back, completely different.

It made no sense.

He passed by the Prison, going to the least traveled part of it, feeling the fatigue hitting him but not caring as he chugged a water breathing potion to jump into the water and dig under the prison. All he needed was to keep the vine dry and warm...

Finally breaking into the block he dug up slightly before digging to the side to place a magma block down. Swimming out of the little two block high hole under the prison he placed a Warped door to blend with the environment before bone-mealing the ground to grow seaweed and the like. Once it looked more lively he swam back to open the door and close it, standing in the dimly lit air pocket he knelt down to plant a small vine into the soft soil.

"I can't meet you Dream... but this is for you... I know you'll meet it soon..."

He muttered before getting up and moving to exit the air bubble and closing the door to swim to the surface, the furthest away from the Prison.

There's no way Sam would even be able to find that...

How unfortunate it was that he would meet with him in the "Shopping District" of the server.

@awesamdude-w

[3v60]

How long has it been... since he escaped PVP Civilization and that other place too... Days? Weeks?? Months?? He was exhausted by the time he got into the cursed server of the DreamSMP. His body scarred but he couldn't help but collapse against the Prison's entrance. Not even knowing that was something he shouldn't do.

He ended up passing out almost immediately from exhaustion. He looked so much like Tommy did... but he... also had facial traits of Philza as well. How peculiar in all honesty.

He was passed out so he never noticed the creeper coming up and exploding on him until it was too late. Waking up to the explosion he could only cover his face. Causing some minor damage to the prison itself. But it truly wasn't his fault- he didn't know until too late... So when the Warden came out he was trying to put the blocks back into place, but... he couldn't quite get the teracotta right.

"How- How do you do this????"

He exclaimed in frustration.

@awesamdude-w

[mcskedprisoner]

"Awwwwww do you actually believe the bullshit you're spewing Sam? Do you actually CARE about him?"

The god merely laughed as he taunted the distressed warden, moving to circle around the other, read over the communicator of which Sam was typing into.

"Ohhhhh~! Are you trying to contact Punz right now??? Him of alllll people? How do you know he's not still under that.... Egg's control?"

The way he spoke about the Egg... It was clear that XD did not like the creature...

"Do you think he will actually answer you??"

Much to his surprise though... A reply was given to Sam.

[Punz whispered to Awesamdude]: What? [Punz whispered to Awesamdude]: Two Questions... [Punz whispered to Awesamdude]: Why did you message me if you need help with Dream? [Punz whispered to Awesamdude]: And second question is, what the fuck happened?

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh~? His cousin did respond. How interesting... What do you hope to gain from this? Do you think he'd be able to bring him back? Even if he was able to do that, what pray tell are you going to do to him? Lock him up too?"

He panted heavily, feeling his breath getting more ragged behind his gaz mask. He sighed before slowly letting go of his fur, noting the fact his hands began shaking slightly once he took a look down. He noticed Dream flinching and quickly raised his hands in a reassuring matter, sweating.

"No.. hey- its okay-"

Before he could try any further he heard XD speaking again, annoyance already building up. He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried his hardest not to tear up. He felt so incredibly tired after everything that happen. He braced himself.

"You know what? Fine- fine! Go ahead! Make me hear it all."

He waited before he felt the flick, flinching as his face scrunched up for a second. He raised his hand to rub his forehead as he started to listen, blinking with furrowed eyebrows.

His chest tightened once he started hearing the voices in Dream's head, his own and Quackity's. The way the voices spoke sounded indentical in every way, from the tone to the manner. He felt sick. He watched helplessly as Dream stiffened and flinched with such familiar terror in his eyes.

It scared Sam to hear himself say these things, especially because he knows full well hes the type to say them. It made him think too much about every horrible thing that came out of his mouth ever since he started working in this hell of a place. It really puts it all in perspective once youre the one who hears those words. Once youre on the other end of the wall.

His fists clentched as he kept listening, kept watching Dream react to the same things he was hearing. He felt numb, as if he was watching himself through a different perspective. He barely registered himself begining to speak, near mumbling. He tried to speak out to Dream, call out for him, even moved foward slightly, but he couldnt hear himself or see himself apart from the voice Dream was hearing. It took XD begining to speak again for him to snap back to himself.

His attention darted to the invisible presence, releasing a breath he didnt know he was holding. He felt sweaty, and his mask was fogging up a lot. He tried to adjust it, coughing out. The information loaded in his brain, his guilt heightening. He didnt know what to reply for a bit.

"..I- of course it doesnt bring.. good effects, but- it isnt my fault that every person who visits ends up in a bad state.. I needed to fix it somehow.."

He convinced himself, despite the obvious guilt in his expression. Hes felt a lot of guilt today.

"He wont just.. forget me. Im one of the only two people in this place who keep him company. If he does forget things, he'll surely remember me."

The idea didnt seem to make him feel bad, even the opposite. Dream forgetting everything but him didnt seem that bad of a scenario, even borderline useful if he thought about it- but that was just his thoughts. And his thoughts often rounded back on ways to make Dream less dangerous, which definitly wasnt the must useful right now.

"Whatever he forgets, ill remind him- im not a liar. If its really that important, then ill just tell him to write it down. All that matters is that he remembers the book. And how would he forget it, if its the sole reason hes being.. pursued, in the first place?"

That first part was already a lie in itself, since Sam does lie, especially to Dream. If hes feeling to tired to give him food, he'll often just tell him he had some the day before. Despite this, his mind was still firm.

"Im.. the Warden. And im doing what I think is best for the server as a warden, even if it seems bad."

He replied, his voice stern as he spoke to XD. His composure faltered at the mention of Ponk. Of course he had to go there.

"Me and Ponk's.. situation, isnt in any of your buisness. They arent to be included in this. Ive assured that Dream will never get sick, and ill keep doing it like that. Even if he does, ill deal with it as the warden. You wont succeed in trying to use his health against me, XD."

He felt more confident now as he said this, despite it only being partially true. Dream still had a possibility of getting sick, though he was convinced he could fix it. He kept listening to XD, stubborn.

"There's no denying in the fact ive caused damage to Dream.. but it was for reasons. He had no reason for all the things he did- Hes always done it due to being a bad person! Inculding Tommy, which is what differentiates them-"

Before he could finish, he heard a thud. He went quiet as he looked foward, seeing the prisoner infront of him drop limp. His heart sank, his breath leaving him.

He stood there for a second, processing the scene infront of him before he rushed down on his knees, his trembling hands hovering above Dream's lifeless body. He picked him up gently and put the side of his head against his chest, trying to spot any heartbeat, any sign of life. Nothing.

Panic rose in his chest, shattering his composure. His mind screamed at him. His own heart started to beat out of his chest as his ear ringed. He could barely see anything infront of him, feel anything- smoke poured out of his mask like never before as he could barely breathe. If he took off his mask he would definitly explode. He had to bite his lip to hold himself back from crying. Or screaming.

"Nonononono-"

He repeated over and over, his hand coming up to tug at his fur as he tried to reach for his communicator, barely able to take it out without dropping it from his trembling hand. He opened Punz's contact and messaged him, his frantic fingers not being able to write properly on the screen as he was hyperventilating at this point. He couldnt hold himself back from tearing up.

[Awesamdude messaged Punz]: Punz

[Awesamdude messaged Punz]: Nnd you. Quick.

[Awesamdude messaged Punz]: S abou Dream.

[Awesamdude messaged Punz] : Please

[mcskedprisoner]

Dream looked at his chest, making sure to keep out of the views of the cameras in his cell. This would definitely be considered Contraband... Having his admin console and having also getting his communicator. Using George's own admin panel to get the both of them. He feared Sam would absolutely be livid.

But he had to, and he had to hide his admin console, having hidden it in his enchanted axe Nightmare... Luckily no one on the server knew he hid it in there. He moved to access the console in the hilt of the axe, keeping it hidden from view still.

"Something... inconspicuous... What.. would be for me? I... can't make it a potato... No- no an enchanted potato?! Sir and The Warden would know for sure... I mean... maybe the cameras can be affected by blindness... no... probably not but.. maybe... it's risky. But I need that risk.."

He sighed before typing out the single command. 50 seconds. He had forty seconds to get an anvil, unenchant the axe, break it with the axe, and then change the axe into something else... Yeah.. He can do this... After pressing the command he worked on it.

When he heard the scream from The Warden he skipped unenchanting the object, opting to remove and throw the anvil into the lava and change the axe into a book and putting it into his inventory before standing at attention, awaiting The Warden to check on him. His body trying to hide his fear as he watched the lava come down.

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[mcskedprisoner]

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Conflicted... I... can't trust The Warden but I am still hoping I can trust Sam. That I can trust my friend who watched me grow up.. I'm terrified of him.. I'm terrified of him to the point that I try to avoid any conflict. If I'm good I won't get in trouble. Maybe... one day he'll just talk to me if only to keep me from losing my of my sanity. I know he's lonely... I hope he's still taking care of Fran... That he hasn't abandoned her... Does... he ever regret some of the things Quackity's done to me? I kinda... hope so... Maybe... I can ask him for a new book so I can write something for him to give to everyone... I just want to say sorry to them before I die here. Maybe... I should tell Sam about the coughing up Blood... But he might.. just yell... The Warden would yell... But.. I don't want him to have to deal with my corpse... What... if I do give up the book- no no I can't. I can't give him it- No I can't let him- I can't let them- Has The Warden even been eating... I wonder what he's been eating... Probably something better than potatoes... I wish I could have one of mom's porkchops... Does she try to visit? No no The Warden won't let anyone in. No one is allowed in... I... miss Sam's gentle voice...

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[mcskedprisoner]

"I... The egg??"

He started before blinking ever so slightly. Wait he's seen those vines before.. Bad showed him and Sam all those months ago right? His head spun quite frankly not knowing if he was remembering things correctly. As he was lost in his own thoughts he felt his grip loosen as Sam placed him against the wall.

He felt Sam lift his shirt up as well, stealing a glance to see the vines himself. Yellow eyes looked from them to Sam. his gaze softening before he looked away from The Warden.

"Can't be any worse than what Sir's done right... At...At least whatever danger it put me in... it promised me safety and comfort... no more pain..."

His voice was quiet as he spoke, almost barely a whisper as he felt the tears involuntarily fall from his eyes.

"It doesn't matter how I feel does it Sam... I'm scared and confused, and I actually felt... safe in my cell with that vine... But it was a dream. It was a false sense that everything was going to be alright."

He didn't try to stop his arms from moving to hug himself, something about the vines was just messing with him mentally and emotionally, making him more vulnerable than he would of wanted to be.

"I... wish it was true truthfully... Even if I was in danger... the false promise was something.. I really wanted... but the truth hurts more than the pretty lies that were told to me."

"So if it hurts... it can't get any worse than what i've already experienced so do whatever... I can't object to anything you do Sir.. I don't have any right to, frankly it doesn't matter how i feel..."

His voice sounded hollow. He was just going to give up at this point. What was the point of arguing?

Sam looked back at the cell, watching as it got overtaken by those damned vine. He hissed in anger as he walked throughout the guard hallways, using the keycards to skip through the more difficult progress. He eventually reached the room where the secondary cells were, making sure they were far away.

He sighed loudly as he finally paid attention to Dream, holding him tightly so he wouldnt try to escape. He lowered his head to look at him, smoke still coming out of his mask.

"The egg vines reached the prison.. They made the main cell completely inaccessible- this is bad."

He tsked in annoyance, walking over to one of the cells. He opened it with a keycard before walking in, placing Dream down against a wall.

"You seem to have been infected, too. Those vines.."

His eyes went down as he slightly lifted Dream's uniform with his gloved hand, eyes darting over the vines wrapping his torso. His brows furrowed.

"..I might know how to fix this. But- i cant guarantee it.. and its most likely gonna be painful.. and risky- this is a mess.."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to focus as his mask filled with smoke again. His hands trembled slightly.

"..How do you feel."

He eventually asked, attempting to calm himself down in order to regain composure.

[libraryofwatchers]

He opened his eyes after he felt the blades of the trident leaving near his throat. His body still trembling, before he stole a glace towards Dream. His right hand moving to grip his own left arm tightly.

"Y..Yes sir.. I..I understand... I.. I won't... I won't come back here... But.. But may I ask... Ask for one thing if you insist I'm a p-player... that I'm not an object... C...Can I at least write to Dream? I.. I don't... I don't care if he's trying to get something from me."

His voice was quiet as he spoke, not trying to look at Sam. No he wouldn't dare look at him.

"He... Dream did yell at me for calling you a Slur prior to you coming into the room... I... I'm sorry about that. I'm sorry for it sir.. but.. I.. I don't believe Dream is entirely wrong. Despite everything you have done to treat him as if he was barely a player... He... He still defended you."

Only then did he glance back to Sam, meeting his gaze. His voice calming down as he tightly gripped his arm. Focusing on trying to regulate his own emotions.

"He had no reason to do that. But He did... And If I'm a player, my only request is to be at least be his pen-pal. I can't talk to him in person. I can't visit him. I can at least get to know him in this way. Despite everything... I want to know what happened from everyone's point of view. I want to formulate my own thoughts and feelings. That's my one and only wish as a player to have. I would hope you can at least grant me this. Even if I deliver the letters to you. Signed so neither you nor him could edit them. I'll supply the materials if you allow this."

The Warden's face twisted at that, eyebrow raising. His words seemed like a desperate attempt to spare his life at first, so he kept listening. His breath was calm and composed, despite it being ever so slightly heavy due to the heat of the cell with his armor and mask.

He did not consider Eryn as a proprety as he was saying, much less a slave- even if the offer did momentarely make him think. It would make anyone think.

The consideration was quick to be replaced by a sick feeling in his stomach. Hearing these words, hearing his fearful tone, hearing sir being used on him- it reminded all too well of the tilted used on Quackity. Hearing it out of a teenagers mouth somehow made it all so much worst.

His grip softened on the handle of his trident, his expression staying stoic despite the subtle change in his demeanor. He felt himself let out a sigh as he finished listening to what he had to say. He began speaking.

"I dont.. consider you as an object, Eryn. You are a person despite the things you have done. I would never treat you as a slave."

He sounded serious and firm, but honest.

"Look- the only reason Dream hasnt treated you badly is because he wants something from you. Its always how he is. Its the exact reason you shouldnt trust him. The server may have failed you in the past, but that doesnt mean you should start trusting anyone. Especially not him."

He shot a glare at the prisoner before bringing his attention back to the teen, blinking slowly.

"I cant forgive you for this, Eryn. And I certainly cant trust you to be close to the prison in the future. But- you dont deserve to feel unsafe. You are allowed to have your own thoughts as long as it doesnt cause any issues. I just want you to undestand- this is serious."

He ever so slowly removed the trident from the wall, though he stood still infront of the other.

"I wont kill you. And im not gonna take you in as some tool. It would be utterly illegal to do that, even for me- But this is your last and only chance."

He let out a quiet hiss, placing a firm hand on Eryn's shoulder. He leaned down a little, enough to get to eye level. He looked in his eyes, expression serious.

"You are forbidden from coming to this prison at any instance. If I catch you even close, I will kill you without any hesitation. Is that clear.?"

He waited, eyes darting ever so slightly left and right before he stood at his full height once more.

"Im gonna escort you out. And as soon as you are away, i dont want you to look back for even a second.

[libraryofwatchers]

[Err0r messaged Awesamdude]: Ah~ I'm glad you came to your senses~ [Err0r messaged Awesamdude]: Starting price for a slave like him would be... around 65 stacks of diamonds or 7 blocks of Diamonds (Which is 9 diamonds each to make~)... And 1 Netherite Block. [Err0r messaged Awesamdude]: You just have to transfer it through the communicator~ Shouldn't be too hard.. I heard everyone who went missing on your server three years ago, yourself included are rich. [Err0r messaged Awesamdude]: You have until 0800 tomorrow to make your payment~ [Err0r messaged Awesamdude]: Shouldn't be tooo hard right~?

As the messages came in... the dehumanization Eryn was being subjected to, he didn't deserve that right? No... why would he deserve something like that... But according to his price, he was valuable merchandise indeed.

He costed... 4200 diamonds in total and 9 netherite ingots. Was he worth that much? It would be cheaper to just let him die wouldn't it?

Sam had tried to shake him gently, though no matter how much force he used, the boy wouldn't wake up. This was... worrying, to say the least. Definitly unatural.

It wasnt something he expected to happen. Of course he had expected some kind of reaction to his treaths, to his actions- but not to this degree.

For a moment, in fear, he quickly checked Eryn's neck. Did the sword cut a vital piece of his troath? As he checked closer, he realized the tip of his blade barely touched the area. He sighed in both relief and exhaustion. He was relieved by the fact Eryn wouldnt go mute, though that also meant he still didnt know what happened to him that made him pass out like that.

Sam flinched when he heard his communicator buzz, momentarely moving his gaze to his belt as he took out the device and held it up. His eyes darted left and right across the words on the screen, wariness coiling in his gut.

So THAT was "Err0r."

As he read the last message, thoughs scattered in his brain. Proprety? Commands? Codes?? The terms used were familiar. Hes heard of it all before. He felt sick. It made so much sense now, the way Eryn kept mentioning how much distrust he had for adults. The poor teen probably went through hell.

He looked down at Eryn once more, a hint of sadness flooding in his stone heart. As much as he dislikes him for doing damage to the prison, He couldnt just.. leave him like this.

He probably wouldnt be able to deal with the crushing guilt of having yet another kid's blood on his hands, anyways.

He slowly raised his communicator and typed, his other hand holding up Eryn's head from behind.

[Awesamdude messaged Err0r]: How much.

[libraryofwatchers]

His skin grew pale as he just sat there, trapped in his own thoughts. He couldn't remember what happened before he woke up here... No.. No he sorta remembered it was a blur though.

But he couldn't stop his body this time as it lunched forward again, coughing up bile as he heaved. His body was malnourished, and sick. That much was certain.

"I-I'm not back at the ring, right? I-I won't be forced to fight again, w-will I?"

His body shook slightly with fear as he couldn't stop the tears from coming out of his eyes. He was a kid... Just a kid and he feared Sam. He feared how similar this cell was to that of his old cell back in the Fight Ring.

"I-I don't have to k-kill someone just to get food, right?"

Objectively he knew he was in the prison, but his mind clouded by sickness and paranoia he couldn't distinguish his memories from reality. Not right now at the very least.

He was in the midst of a PTSD episode and trying to contain it, but he couldn't help keeping his ears open for any other noises. His tail twitching slightly as anxiety overtook him.

"H-He's not here, right? H-He didn't contact you? P-Please tell me he didn't—i-I can't go through the ring again, not again…"

He could barely hear Sam's words. Too trapped in his memories and fear. He was just a kid after all. Sam would have to be careful moving forward dealing with this situation.

The Warden was nearby, making sure Eryn would wake up. He was nearly falling asleep himself against the wall close to the cell where the teen was. His eyes blinked rapidly when he heard the noises of Eryn waking up.

He raised his shoulders to set back to a firmer stance as he walked towards the Iron door of the cell, taking out a keycard to open it. He walked in calmly, staring down at Eryn with a superior attidute.

"Good morning Eryn. How are you feeling? As from what ive seen.. not that good. Health care will be provided if nessecary, dont worry."

He paused for a moment as he tilted his head. He stepped closer to the other as if to check his state from up close.

"Youre in one of the secondary cells of the prison for the offences you caused. Im guessing you remember which ones..? Atleast i do. Thats all that matters."

His brows furrowed.

"Your stay here probably wont be infinite, but it does need to be enough Time for you to learn your lesson. Is that understood.?"

He spoke as if he was a robot. It fitted him somewhat, though the thought made him feel unhappy internaly.

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They ended up coughing up the water to the side of them. The healing potion having healed up any damaged caused but they winced as the water splashed on them.

They struggled to breathe only for a bit before they were recovered enough.

"T-Thank you for- i think you saved me- i... where am I? If... If I can ask-"

They asked as they glanced up at the Creeper hybrid. They didn't look like a normal player on the server. Not with the faint galaxies swirling in their hair and eyes.

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They seemed of of materialized out of nowhere, high above the prison. They didn't even mean to materialize there! They didn't even mean to glitch into another server! With a scream they saw what their options of landing were, and which ones would be the safest. While they attempted to moved from hitting the prison they ended up hitting their head, their body went limp but they ended up falling into the water, their blood pooling from their wound as they physically could be seen taking damage as they were in the water, unconscious... But they just fell in there- there's no way they would start drowning now right?!

The Warden was at his desk, working on some paperwork invloving Las Nevadas. He heard the thud on top of the prison roof, raising his head with confusion. Did a bird just bump into the prison? No, surely it wouldve seen it.. What if someone was trying to break in? He had to check to make sure.

He stood up and lit up the portal to the entrance, going through it then back in to get out of the prison. He walked outside and started heading towards where he heard the noise, his eyes catching on the red in the water. He gasped in suprise, moving a bit faster until he saw the figure slowly sinking at the bottom. He jumped in the water and held the unknown person under the arm with one of his own before swimming back up, placing them down on the grass before kneeling infront of them. He shook himself off, water flying everywhere.

"What the heck.."

He noticed the injury on their head, placing a hand under it to gently lift it. He took out a splash healing potion from his inventory and threw it right next to their head, watching as it slowly closed up. He then bandaged it up gently for good measure.

Sam made the person sit up with his hand to make sure they didnt have any water left in their lungs, tapping gently on their back.

Who the hell was this person and how did they manage to hit themselves on the roof?

[mcskedprisoner]

Though he knew the voice, his... eyes went wide as he stumbled back, closer to the wall.

"I..I'm sorry I... did... Did The Warden send you? I... didn't know.. I.. I would have a visitor.. I.. I promise I'll do anything you say."

His voice seemed to tremble as he tried to keep his fear contained. The look in his eyes said he didn't recognize the other. Even though Dream in the past knew Sam, had seen him with his mask off. Dream... Couldn't recognize him without it.

"I-I just didn't... didn't know The Warden would send someone else to deliver my rations today... I... I'm sorry again sir... For... For acting like this. I... I just... I don't know... who you are."

It was a normal day, like any other in the prison. Dream had been journaling, he'd done that a lot more lately. He had asked the other for another book to write in recently. But aside from that he was just as obedient as ever. Quackity hadn't stopped by in a bit. IT was a coexistence for the two of them. Dream never called Sam by his name anymore. Only ever by the title "The Warden".

Perhaps he learned respect. He was a model Prisoner. Been on his best behavior. IT was almost time for his feeding time however. Not that Dream really knew what time it was. But when he heard the familiar sounds of the doors over the lava. He moved to stand against the wall before Sam even said anything.

Sam had tried to be quick with the filters, but he knew it was too late at this point. He sighed as he placed his gaz mask on his desk, hoping he wouldnt be too irritable. He made his way to the prisoner's cell, the process of placing keycards and switching levers engraved in his brain at this point. He walked on the platform and crossed over to the edge, stepping foot in the obsidian cell. He took a deep breath to remain the most calm possible. It would be quick and easy afterall, right? Its just delivering some food.

He waited for the bridge to go down before eyeing the prisoner infront of him, backed up against the wall. Useful. Good.

"I came to bring your daily rations, Dream."

He spoke, feeling uncomfortably exposed without his gaz mask.

"Dont try to annoy me too much. The air filters for my mask broke and I didnt get the time to fix them."

He said as he walked to the lectern, his boots making purposeful steps as he placed some potatoes on the surface.

[mcskedprisoner]

This was all according to his plan in actuality. The plan him and Punz came up with.

"So... How much would you want for you to build the prison Sam?"

He laughed lightly. But it was a front. He knew exactly what he was planning to do. Making Sam build the perfect prison to house him in... and making Sam the warden.

This was the plan. Become the greatest evil in the server so peace could come back.

"Problem player-?"

He tilted his head as he listened to him talk, noting how the grass spread between his fingers. It was a comforting sight. He hummed.

"I do belive that.. I mean- youre a huge part of this server, Dream.. If anyone cared about the betterment of it, it would be you. I.. really admire this passion you have. It always amazed me."

As he said this, he felt.. something off. The way Dream was smiling was off, somehow. He couldnt explain what it was if he tried. He assumed he was just paranoid.

[libraryofwatchers]

When his shoulders were grabbed, he felt his mind grow slightly foggy. He felt distant in all honesty The fear slowly leaving his features as he nodded. Not because he wasn't still afraid but because Sam had unknowingly activated one of the codes hidden in his own player code.

"Just.. need to listen.."

He muttered quietly, barely higher than a whisper. If Sam were paying close attention, he could see how unfocused his eyes appeared. He was staring ahead but it was like there was nothing on upstairs. It wasn't normal. Not in the slightest. Not to mention he wasn't fighting anymore either. Like he was just awaiting orders.

Perhaps Sam could of heard that there were servers who stripped players of their freewill, was this an example of that? The total 180... It was unnatural. This didn't feel right.

Sam was confused by Eryn's panicking. Why was he that scared? He wasnt hurting him or anything. He tilted his head, keeping his grip on his arm, though more lightly.

"I mean, the egg is like a parasite. It infects people. And it infected you, Eryn. You need to listen-"

He grabbed both of his shoulders, holding him still infront of him as he looked at him closely.

"You didnt do anything bad.. or break any laws- im just trying to help you. Ive dealt with people like you before. And im certainly not selling you off- what kind of idea is that-??"

His gaze darkened as he processed the word 'again'. Again? Does that mean he was a slave at some point? This Poor kid..

"Youre okay. Im not trying to hurt you- you just need to listen to me on this.. this egg thing- its bad."

He felt a bit of guilt when he saw the tears starting to go down Eryn's cheek. He was probably scaring the boy.. he tried to soften his tone slightly.

[libraryofwatchers]

His eyes went wide as his breathing picked up. His instincts were kicking in. Not his fighter instincts but instincts from when he was a child. He was trying to pull himself out of Sam's grip, fear fully gripping him as Sam tightened his grip on his arm.

"W-What do you mean Corrupt?! I don't understand what you're saying! Let me go! Leave me alone- Please- I-I won't do anything bad- I won't break any laws but I did nothing wrong- I was just walking- Y-You're... You're trying to take me forcefully I-I don't want to be sold off- I don't want to be a slave again- please- I-I didn't mean to do anything bad if I did! I don't know if I did!"

He spoke quickly, he was terrified, his instincts overpowering the egg's influence on him. He was trying in vain to try and get out of the grip without harming Sam. Truthfully fearful of the other, of the authority he had, the fact he was an adult didn't make this situation any better.

Tears slightly started to come out of the teen's eyes. Scared of the Creeper, scared of the Adult in front of him. Wait... did he say Slave again? No way did he say that. That must of been something else right?

"Have you considered that maybe- the egg isnt really.. trustworthy? That maybe you shouldnt belive everything it says.?"

He tilted his head, his gaze set on Eryn's arm.

"You should trust me. Im not the law of the server for no reason. People trust me.. so should you. It isnt like im looking foward to bad intentions with you."

Truthfully that wasnt entirely true. Of course he wouldnt hurt Eryn for no reason, but..

"The egg doesnt help people. It corrupts them, speaking from experience- including your mind. It very much could affect your memory."

He would be able to come up with any reason to. He grasped Eryn's arm, keeping him from leaving.

"You need to listen- it isnt safe for both you and the people around you out there."

[mcskedprisoner]

"Well if there's a problem player or two... I want to keep the server safe."

He began as he closed his eyes looking up to the sky as he spoke. His hands moving to place the glass next to him as he laid his palms into the grass he sat upon.

"Everything I do is for the betterment of the server after all. Regardless of everything. Afterall... In this world, evil can arise from the best of intentions. And there is good which can come from evil intentions. You know?"

He smiled at the other, and though... it looked like it met his eyes, something just felt... False within it. Like he was forcing the smile for Sam.

He nodded and ended up sitting besides him, his gaze set on the nature around them. He sighed softly.

"I get it.. This is all really exciting. New places, new projects.. lots of things to do, right?"

He moved his gaze to Dream's face, his empty black eyes blinking at him. He raised a brow.

"A prison you say? That is a random question.. I guess it would depend on- how big it is, the space, everything like that-"

He rubbed the side of his neck, humming.

"Wonder what we would need a prison for though. Its a strange idea.."