serendipity - Dream smp

THREE

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CHAPTER 3

"wake up mate."

"hey, wake up mate!" the irritating voice repeated.

Groaning they opened their eyes. being met with the blonde boy.

He stood up straight once they woke up, pointing to himself he says, "We are going to be questioning you today, so get up."

"Hate to break it to you, kid. But I'm currently handcuffed to the bed." Coughing from their raspy voice.

Taking out the keys from his pocket the blonde fumbles with the handcuff keys awkwardly. He opens the handcuffs and stands back waiting for them to get up.

Groaning from the uncomfortable position they were sleeping in, they got up off the hard bed.

Stretching their arms above their head, the blonde still standing Infront off the entrance, so they do not run away.

Putting their arms back down they glanced at the blonde. Giving him huff they walk toward the boy.

"Let's go then, kid." They replied bored from this conversation. Normally they would put up a fight, but they would not find out where they were by fighting.

The blonde grabs their arm roughly, dragging them down the endless stairs. Not giving them any time to look at their surroundings.

Once they reached the bottom the blonde drags them over to the lit campfire where three others sat.

"Sit." The boar masked man said. They compiled, staring at the purple sword that hung at his waist.

They adjusted their self on the rock, getting as comfortable as they could in this position.

They looked around the campfire examining them, noticing another brunette they studied him. The boy was around the blonde's age. He looked to have a bubbly and sweet personality from his body language. He had a black suit on. It seems like the boy decided it would be best if someone spoke before it got awkward.

"Who are you?" he questioned. Staring into their eyes.

"Para" they deadpanned. Not breaking the eye contact.

He hummed at the answer. Looking into their eyes for any lies. Of course, he found nothing as they decided that they hide all emotion from their face.

"Who do you work for?"

Knowing all eyes were on they answered truthfully "No one."

"Do you work for Jschlatt?" the monotone voice spoke up, ignoring their previous answer.

They tilt their head in confusion they asked, "Who's that?"

"I won't ask you again. Do you work for him?" Threating them by unsheathed his sword.

Leaning back on the rock with their hand behind their head they spoke "I just told you I don't know who that is. But I got a question for you 'Blade'." They said his name with quotation marks.

Suddenly the man stood up, walking to them, blade in hand.

He grabbed their chin making them look at him. In swift movement he had the blade brought to their neck.

"you're not helping your case." They stated the obvious, unbothered by the blade at their neck.

"So, where am I?" they questioned, it was obvious that this place was special if the white castle brought them here. They needed more answers, desperately. They were incredibly happy to be out of that castle. It had gotten boring over the years.

The boar man released the blade from their neck, "You are not in a position to be asking questions here." He stated. His grip was still on their chin, making them look him in the eyes.

"As I am aware, yet the questions you have asked have been answered." They repeated.

He hummed in response letting go of their chin and walking back to the rock he was previously sitting at. Then for the first time since coming down, the man with the beanie spoke, "we are in Pogtopia, Para."

What type of name for a cave is Pogtopia, Are they out of their minds?

Looking around they saw a glint of metal, xemplare. The blade was calling for them, demanding them to murder these humans. But they would not, they needed to know why they were sent here.

Instead of making it obvious that they were escaping, they held their hand out from behind their head. Convincing the men around them that they were harmless. By bringing their hand out their blade flew to them as if it were a trident coming back after being shoot into the air.

Once they had their blade in hand, they grabbed the weakest of the boys that sat near them. Causing him to come over to them. All eyes turned on them again, the boy in their arms struggling until they put xemplare to his throat.

"that's not a good idea" the boar man stated standing up and walking up to them as if they were some sort of caged animal not wanting it to pounce on him. "You sure?" they questioned the man. Putting more pressure on the boy's neck. His blood seeping down their arm and onto the ground.

"Tubbo!" the blonde said, furious. He was held back by the other brunette.

"Finally, I can speak. Now ill release the boy if you let me out" they stated, making sure they have enough pressure on the boys neck. The boar man was now six foot away from them.

Clearing their throat, they spoke, "the date, sir?" the question directed at the boar man.

"00/00/00" he replied to the question. Normally he would not care if someone were murdered but these people were important to the government. He had to keep them alive, and this mysterious person was irritating him.

Finally, the blonde was released from the older brunettes hold and charged at them, piking up a sword from the ground that he had been practising with earlier. Releasing the young brunette from their arms, pushing him away and kicking his legs so he would fall into the boar man.

Connecting their swords, they danced in circle, putting more pressure on their sword so the blonde would have his grip on the sword loosened.

Kicking the blonde in his stomach he groaned in frustration dropping down onto the ground.

"you know, it's becoming very hard for me to not let xeamplare murder you, Thomas." Grinning down at the boy.

Looking for the exit, they turn their attention on the steps that lead to their escape ignoring they anger radiating from all the people in the room. Holding xemplare as they ran towards the many steps. Exiting as quick as they could move after being chained for more than 24 hours. Legs stiff yet they continued forward on their journey.