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One last and dull bang, then a quiet rattling echoed through the cell, and then it was quiet once again. Their stare changed directions. Instead of looking at the wall in front of them, they now looked at the floor.
A piece of obsidian had broken out of the oh-so-perfect wall of (Y/N)'s dark purple cell. They stared at it, with a hesitant look in their eyes, before they leaned forward and picked it up.
The piece was about the size of a tennis ball, and therefore pretty big. "Obsidian doesn't break that fast," they thought,
"Especially not into pieces of that size." They threw it from one hand into the other. It was weird to hold something that solid in their hands after such a long time.
A sigh filled the silent room. They were sober. Have been for about three hours now. And they hated it. No sound, no lively imaginations, no joy, just nothing but silence and their pathetic self.
They wished for Sam to come by to bring them food, give them their MDMA injection or just check on them. They would even be okay with Sam getting mad at them for breaking one of the walls when he came by.
They just wanted to hear something other than their thoughts and the pressuring silence. Something... Anything... A voice, the sound of lava bubbles bursting, rain dripping onto walls or a ceiling, Sam's heavy footsteps,
the loud and annoying beeping that announced that the wall would open and therefore grant him access to their cell, literally anything but silence...
The... The beeping that announced the wall's opening?
(Y/N) considered for a moment that the great DreamXD had heard their pleading thoughts and sent Sam to them, but then they remembered that the god didn't do such things.
But still, the siren was beeping, and behind them, the obsidian wall opened up and revealed Sam standing behind a glass wall. No, not Sam. (Y/N) had to get used to the bright light, but there was a figure, and they definitely were not the warden.
Now they heard footsteps and the door on the left side of the glass wall opening. They now got used to the light and stood up. "Hello, Pandora," said an unforgettable voice.
"Blade?" The prisoner asked in shock, "What in the name of DreamXD are you doing here?" "The question is why, did you already go in?" Now Sam showed up behind the glass wall, annoyed at Technoblade not having more patience.
On his right side was another figure. "Dadza?" The prisoner asked, even more, confused "What is going on here? Is there a war outside, and you need people to fight in it or some shit? Why are you here?"
They laughed the last part as something hit them. "Good gods you... You guys are visiting me... You are actually visiting me!
Maybe just because you need a favor, but you're visiting me! How long has it been? Dad, Sam come in, let's have a chat, we need to catch up!" They blurted out in excitement.
Philza stepped into the cell. Sideways one might add, or else he would have gotten himself stuck because of his wings.
Sam closed the door behind the winged man and leaned on his trident behind the glass wall. The three looked at each other for a while.
"How... How are you doing?" Phil asked after a while of silence. "How am I doing?" The inmate asked themself, "Well, I was just about to have a mental breakdown and was wondering why I'm not high anymore, but, well, both of these don't matter anymore!
Because right now, I'm doing great!" They looked at their father figure with a wide smile. "That's... good? I guess...," The blond male didn't quite know how to respond to that.
"So he still does the thing?" The pigman asked in a monotone voice. "Yep! I mean, there is no reason for him to not drug me and it's the best for all of us if he keeps doing so!" (Y/N) explained in a still very excited tone, "...So, why are you two here? I'm sure you have a reason!"
They smiled at them and leaned against a different wall. "Yeah... Yeah, right... (Y/N) we paid Sam off and signed a contract to let you out," Phil explained.
"Heh?" Their smile had dropped in confusion. "We signed a contract that we, Techno and I, would take responsibility for all of your actions and take care of you if Sam was to let you out.
And to make sure he does so, we paid him off, signed that contract, and also promised a life each if you were to do some serious shit," He explained.
"We're here to take you home, Pandora"
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791 words because I like to end it on that dialogue
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Pandora's Vault / Box / Jar (A Dream SMP and Reader Fan-Fiction)
Fanfiction(A/N: This is a story with reader input in the form of the character (Y/N), who will be given the pronouns they/them so nobody feels left out, the dream SMP is real (not just a Minecraft server) and this story involves: Greek mythology, violence, ro...
