One day

Chapter 10: What..?

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~Michael's POV~

... I didn't know where we were. I was scared.. There was no light and the walls felt cold to touch. Most of the time, I just stayed on papaboo's lap since he was the warmest.. But they'd taken papa about an hour ago.

I think.. I wasn't sure. There was no clock in the strange dark room. There was a cold metal door that stood tall... I didn't like it.

No one would tell me where we had been put.. I knew papa knew because he had began to panic when we had been dragged here..

I itched my face.. or well.. around the metal cage that had been put over my mouth. Papa called it a 'muzzle'..I didn't like it very much, it stopped me from talking.. I could only make small noises..

The room had been quite lonely.. No one had visited.. However, it reminded me of a time before papaboo and dad had came into my life. I wasn't sure where, but there was a constant popping noise from somewhere beneath me.. It reminded me of lava which was comforting in a strange way but that was about where the perks of the room ended..

Maybe, if I asked nicely, the lava lady would take care of me, papa and dad until we could all see each other again..

I didn't like the bad man who had brought us here. I didn't like allot of things.. I just wanted to go home. I just wanted my papa back.. It wasn't fair.

~Sapnap's POV~

To be perfectly honest.. What Dream was doing seemed.. I couldn't put my finger on it. It felt incredibly immoral to keep the child there but.. Keeping Ranboo there felt.. just as wrong. When I had confronted Tubbo, Ranboo.. He seemed almost naive to the situation? If he was being kept here, he must have commited a crime yet.. Every reaction, interaction and word up too now, contradicted this. He wasn't the one too do something so extreme that he'd have to be dragged here, with a child, and placed into an obsidian box..

But my thoughts had to be wrong. He must've done something.. Dream wouldn't just hold someone here if it wasn't serious.. Right?

I'd have to ask him they returned.

For now, I was left to guard the box.. In silence.. Alone.. With my thoughts..

...

The slowly growing guilt from slashing Tubbo took over like an infectious weed.. I didn't mean to hurt him so severely.. My original intention was to just give him 'a warning scratch' to tell him to back off..

... Instead I had caught the scars that generously littered his face.. Cutting through already weak skin..

I shook my head. I wasn't going to allow this to keep nagging at me.. Right now, I had a duty to for-fill..

Just as I was about to allow my mind to return to the silence, the whimpering started.. From inside the small obsidian 'prison', small whimpers and sobs could be heard.

...

It was a pitiful sight really.. The piglin sat, on his knees, with his hands clasped tightly together.. I couldn't quite tell what it was doing..

Praying.. It's praying to the blaze empress.. The thought started as a seed yet bloomed into a tree..

In that moment I was taken back to my time as a child.. Living in the nether.. Wandering through the carpets of crimson as I tightly clung to Bad's hand.. My safety.. My escape..

I remembered the day where I prayed with Bad to the blaze empress.. The woman who protected me in my times of need.. When I was scared..

... I knew the piglin was from the nether.. That much was obvious, yet the way it clung to Ranboo.. and the way it panicked when I had hurt Tubbo..