Pandora's Vault / Box / Jar (A Dream SMP and Reader Fan-Fiction)

Prologue

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Wall one, wall two, wall three, and four. Floor and ceiling. No more, no less was the sight in front of their eyes. It was quiet. Not a single sound could be heard.

That was because the room - the cell - they were in wasn't surrounded by lava, like the cell of a certain other person was. Their cell was... different, to say the least.

They - (Y/N) - had been in this prison for a long time now. Way longer than the infamous Dream, who had been named after the god of this world, and therefore long enough to not have a sense of time anymore.

Since they were here for a while now, they had also gotten used to their daily schedule. Sam, the warden of the prison, would visit (Y/N) twelve times a day.

You could think that he would come every two hours, but that wasn't the case. (Y/N) once counted the seconds between those visits, and he actually just came to look after them twelve times within a day.

(Y/N) knew that because Sam told them so when they got put into this prison. It was funny to them that they could still remember such an insignificant detail.

After one of those visits, he would stay for thirty minutes. Not because he wanted to keep the prisoner's company but for their own safety. Because once every day, he would give the inmate an injection of liquified MDMA, a drug illegal in most of the world.

The drug was not only created to L'Manburg times but also studied and changed or 'enhanced' if one wished to phrase it like that.

Formerly the drug was mostly used at parties in the form of pills, capsules, or a powder. The pills were commonly known as Extacy and the powder as Molly.

The enhancements that were made were the extension of the duration of the high one experiences because of the drug and some other 'less important things', as Wilbur Soot had phrased it when the drug came out and was legalized, in the L'Manburgian nation.

Now (Y/N) was sitting in their cell, day in and day out, without any sense of time and just pure joy on their mind.

After the drug started working, which usually was after fifteen to thirty minutes, Sam would leave (Y/N) to themself. And at some point, he would come back with food. That was usually when the drug began to wear off.

Then the prisoner would eat and talk to the warden. They weren't friends or anything close to that, and before (Y/N) got into the prison, they would have wanted to tear Sam's head off, and that feeling was mutual. But here, they were neutral.

They talked in calm voices to each other and didn't even think about upsetting the other one. Conversations only happened at three occasions. At the injection, when (Y/N) ate and when someone visited the prisoner. The last thing never happened, though.

Nobody had a reason to visit them, so Sam was the only one that talked to (Y/N). Occasionally the inmate would sleep but not while the drug's effects were strong. Because when they were (Y/N) was rather numb.

They didn't get tired, hungry, or even bored. It was like sleeping but without nightmares or sleep. And after the drug wore off and (Y/N) was almost sober for a few hours, they would just continue to be the empty shell of the person they once were.

An empty stare, pale skin, and slightly parted lips were the only remarkable features of (Y/N)'s slowly rotting body. They were holding their stare.

Wall one, wall two, wall three, and wall four behind their back. Ceiling and floor. Not more, not less was in their cell.

Not even a single sound could be heard. Not until now. Bam The Inmate had smashed the back of their head against the obsidian wall behind them.

It didn't really hurt. They did it another time. Bang. This time it was a little bit louder and also hurt. The third time they did it, their head started to spin, and they became dizzy.

Then followed a fourth, a fifth, and a sixth time. "I don't want to be here," they thought but quickly changed their statement.

"I don't want to be"

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719 Words because the prologue is supposed to be short

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ To be continued ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰