Respawn 404

Cub

"This pyramid's coming along well," Xisuma noted, making Cub smile.

"You think?" he asked, turning around to face Xisuma. "It's not that detailed on the outside."

"But the inside definitely makes up for it." Cub shrugged. 

"I'm a Pharoah this season, like you're beesuma. Makes sense that I have a pyramid," Cub laughed, placing a few blocks. 

"Don't Pharoah's get buried in pyramids?" Xisuma asked, frowning.

"Meh, I'm not planning on losing my death streak any time soon," Cub laughed.

"Am I allowed to show you something?" Xisuma asked, only getting a shrug in response. 

"What is it?"

"Nothing much, just an experimenting with a new type command. I wanna show you, I think it's pretty cool," Xisuma said excitedly, typing something into his communicator. Cub waited awkwardly for a few seconds, shrugging.

"I don't see any difference," he noted, making the admin glance up.

"It's pretty subtle," Xisuma told him, glancing at the clock. "Do you want to skip the night or should I?" 

"I'll do it, it's fine," Cub told him, clambering into his coffin-style bed, the message appearing in chat that indicated that he'd skipped the night. When he woke up, he tried to get up, only to find that his body couldn't move. It was if he was frozen, without the cold part.

Xisuma walked closer to him, pulling his eyes open to look at him. "It's a pretty simple command really, trapping the player body in a constant state of sleep, whereas the mind can be unaltered," Xisuma explained, picking up Cub's body. "As far as they know, you're dead."

Cub's communicator buzzed, likely from a message Xisuma had sent, making it drop to the floor. Xisuma didn't seem to care how he handled the body, roughly carrying him towards the graveyard, digging out a hole and placing Cub at the bottom of it.

He wanted to thrash in terror, he wanted to scream at them to stop, that he was still alive. He wanted to run, run as far as he could, but he couldn't, every single muscle locked in place, his eyes trapped staring at the sky and the impending doom and his arms limply being held in place by a stretcher. 

The stretcher was pulled out from under him, letting his body hit the dirt loosely; Cub started to panic as the first scoop of dirt fell on his legs, the frequency and amount both increasing at an alarming rate. His chest started feeling crushed, the air now practically impossible to get out as dirt hit his face. He could feel the dirt closing in around him, compressing him and shifting, trapping his legs so that he couldn't move even if he wanted to. The pure pressure was crushing, leaving him suffocating. 

He couldn't breathe.

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