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"Home?" They asked with a rapidly darkening face, "You know... I- I'm really glad, you came to visit me, but if you don't have anything else to talk about, you should go now. I bet you have something to do."
They turned their face away from the two men. "We're serious, (Y/N). We're here to get you out of here," the winged one explained.
"No, no I don't think you quite understand what you're saying there, Phil," they said with a raised voice, "I have been in here, for god knows how long for being a bad person, and everyone knows that!"
They now were yelling angrily, "I know that what I've done, was wrong and I am willing to face the consequences! I am willing to sit here for the rest of time even without being on drugs 24/7!
You, on the other hand, were too ignorant to see the reasons for my actions or considered the fact that I might have changed!
Neither you nor anyone else ever visited me - you people left me here to rot! And now, you have the audacity, to just show up like you didn't just leave and backstab me and tell me to 'come home' with you!"
Hot yet crystal tears formed in the dehydrated one's eyes. "Do you know how much this sounds like a sick joke?!" They screamed while a single, clear tear rolled down their face.
"But... But it's not," The blond one tried to explain. "Shut up! It may not be, but it sure as hell sounds like one! And-" they cut themself off with a laugh, "-And to call the shithole you two crawled out of 'home'!
What the fuck?! You can be glad you didn't prepare some speech, or else that would've just been more wasted effort!"
"Pandora-"
"Don't come at me with that 'Pandora' shit, 'The Blade'! Do you want to be referred to as only 'The Blade' too?! No, I don't fucking think so!"
"Listen to me-"
"No! I'll now be the same ignorant asshole, you people were-"
"We're sorry"
"Shut up about ho-!... What?"
"I said, we're sorry. For Phil's deeds, and not taking care of you, and being assholes... Even though I don't really understand your grudge against me... But we want to make it up to you, that's why we're doing this. We're doing this for you, (Y/N)"
"... What the hell happened while I was in here?"
"A lot," Philza now said.
"But we can talk about this outside, can't we?" He offered and smiled at them. "Fuck it, yeah, sure, whatever...," they mumbled before Technoblade let Sam know to open the door.
This was going quick. They never expected to ever see the light of day again. Their head felt spinny as the four walked out of the prison.
It was foolish of them to just accept the fact that their old 'father' and the person they looked up to for so long just took them back after building up trust and then betraying them.
They saw it like leaving a child in a box at the side of a road just to pick it up after some time. Either that time was a few hours or months or even years, and yes, even after years the child would somehow still be sitting there. Because nobody cared enough to help it.
Now they were walking through the halls of the prison, side by side with their father figure and the person they once almost considered a brother.
The piece of obsidian was still hidden in the palm of their hand, as Phil and Techno took back their belongings from the lockers when they entered the last room that kept (Y/N) from the outside.
(...)
"That would be everything," Sam finished his short speech about the contract's conditions and what would happen to (Y/N) in the near future.
"So you will still provide them with MDMA?" Philza asked skeptically. "It would be best if I do so for now, yes. We will try to slowly get rid of the usage and the addiction by giving less and smaller doses over a long period of time, as I said just now," the warden answered.
"Isn't the drug illegal?" Techno questioned. "It indeed is," Sam said, slowly averting his gaze, seemingly ashamed of something.
"... To be completely honest, I do not know if I want to question how you haven't gotten in trouble for doing this for so long," Phil stated to stop his friend from asking.
"Eret allowed it," Sam answered anyway, "They said if it was for (Y/N)'s own good, I should do whatever I need to do to keep them from acting up." "And your first idea was drugs?" (Y/N) asked while cracking a smile.
"The first one was to put you in a facility similar to Dream's, but building that back then would have taken too long," Sam admitted, "You should get going now."
The three walked towards the portal and stepped through. (Y/N) felt as if they were to throw up as soon as they went through the portal one last time.
They let go of the piece of obsidian and fell down to their knees. "Fuck," they groaned, "I'm not used to this shit anymore." "It's been a while, but don't worry," Philza said with a warm smile, "You'll get used to it again in a heartbeat."
"I hope so," they said with clenched teeth before almost throwing up the food they had eaten a few hours ago. Now Techno stepped closer to them and picked up the piece of obsidian, not saying anything about it.
"Are you alright?" He asked after hiding it in his coat while holding his hand out to help (Y/N) up. "I feel like I'm about to puke my soul out, but yes, I'm perfectly fine," they joked before grabbing the pig's hand with a firm grip and standing up.
Now the three left the small portal room and stepped into the light of the moon. It was the middle of the night, and the stars were glowing like diamonds when you held them in front of a light source. (Y/N) looked around for a while.
It has been a long time since they had seen this sight.
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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...
