Your Dsmp Limbo (A Dsmp Story)

Chapter 50: Training and Mining Day

(WARNING: BLURRED OUT SWEARING IS INVOLVED IN THIS CHAPTER)

Y/N's POV:

"Okay, you ready for your first day of training?" Ranboo asks.

"I guess so," I say.

No... We are not ready... Yeah, screw them... You don't need them... You're treating us like were some type of animals... Yeah, not fair...

Because you all act like some type of animals. This training is for me, not you. Ranboo comes over and pats me on the back.

"Don't worry, your gonna do great," He assures. "Are they bothering you about this?"

"Yeah, they keep saying how 'I don't need this' and that 'I'm treating them like a bunch of animals'. It's just annoying."

"Well, that's why me and Techno are gonna teach you to control them!"

Technoblade walks into Ranboo's house with us. "So I have bad news and good news," Techno says. "The good news is that Phil finally agreed and went on a mining trip. The bad news is that we can only teach you how to prevent your voices from taking over."

"What? Why? I thought you could teach me how to cut all communication with them?" I ask.

"Turns out that's not possible, at least not in my knowing. I can't cut all communication with my voices, but I can still somewhat prevent them from taking over,"  Techno sighs. "I'm sorry, this is the best we can do."

"Yeah, I think my voice is the reason why I enderwalk. I can sometimes hear it," Ranboo nods.

"That's okay," I say. "Anything helps."

Thank god... Phew... You really thought you could get rid of us that easily?... Loser... Yeah...

I wouldn't be to sure you guys, anything is possible. "Anyway, you said you finally got Phil to agree with getting the stuff?" I ask.

"Yeah, he left a hour ago," Techno nods.

"Hm, I wonder how he's doing," Ranboo questions.

Philza's POV:

"Stupid caves," I mutter. I swing the pickaxe at the iron block. "Why do I have to do all the hard work? No, Phil, clam down. It's for Y/N, it's what they need."

I scoop of the iron on the ground. Well at least we are almost at a stack of iron. I hear footstep pounding behind me. I turn around to see what it is. You gotta be kinda me.

Baby zombie.

I book it down the cave. "F*CK YOU!" I yell. "TINY LITTLE MONSTER B*TCH!"

Y/N's POV:

"I bet he is fine," I nod.

"Sure, Phil can take anything you throw at him," Ranboo nods.

"But he is still an old man," Techno chuckles. "Anyway, I think we should get started."

We walk over to the training area. Ranboo wanders around the building as Techno searches for something in the storage area. It's been a while since I've been in here.

Hey, remember the times we helped you with your self defense?... Yeah, that was fun... We had a lot of fun... You know, when we got a long... That was nice...

Yeah, it was. I smile slightly. Wait, I mean no. It was not nice. You guys were taking control of me and I hated it. And I hate you guys. I turn my smile into a stern face. Techno walks over to me, holding a sword.