𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 | 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢! 𝙤𝙘

❝ five ❞

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!" he screams.

camille winces, already regretting all her past actions. "i'm sorry, wilbur! i had to. dream just... he pisses me off so much!"

wilbur clenches his fists so hard, his knuckles turn white. he inhales sharply, and makes direct eye contact with camille. "i get it, camille. but what did dream ever do to you? i told you not to do anything. but did you fucking listen? no! you didn't. all because you couldn't control your feelings. your home is no longer the dream smp. you made that choice when you betrayed them for l'manberg. are you regretting your decision?"

camille hesitates. is she regretting it? sure, she misses the dream smp. but could she live in a place, led by dream?

"someone who knew their place wouldn't hesitate." wilbur states quietly.

"i..."

"camille. i'll give you some time to think about where your loyalty lies. QUACKITY, RANBOO!" wilbur yells.

the two people he called come rushing in.

"take her to pandora's box."

pandora's box was a prison, built by wilbur, tommy, eret and dream. it was on neutral land, in between the dream smp and l'manberg. wilbur and eret both agreed that whoever needed to be imprisoned, would be. the guards would rotate, one from the dream smp and one from l'manberg.

ranboo and quackity escort camille to the prison. ranboo nudges her. "are you okay?"

camille nods somberly, as george, the dream smp guard of today, locks her in a cell.

"i'm fine, thanks ranboo."

george nods at ranboo, then walks to the entrance of the prison. ranboo and quackity smile sympathetically then leave.

camille slumps on the ground, leaning against the wall. groaning, she shuts her eyes.

***

"george! let me in." dream hisses.

george groans. "dream, don't make me do this. i got specific orders that i wasn't meant to let anyone in to see her."

dream frowns. "i am your leader. let me in, george."

george hesitates, then sighs. "fine. quickly."

as dream enters, george stops him. "for the record, i think this is a terrible idea. if this visit opens your eyes to your past feelings, you're screwed." george lets dream in.

"camille?"

camille's head snaps up. her eyes narrow when she realises it's dream. "what do you want?"

he fiddles with his fingers. "are you doing okay?"

blinking, camille raises her eyebrows. "who are you and what have you done with dream?"

"i'm serious, camille."

"i literally lava-d you and you're here, asking me how i am?"