Two Days Later. . .
Ranboo didn't know where he was. He was in a cell, he knew that. It was dark, the only light he had was the torches in the hallway leading into the cells. He was curled up into one of the corners, holding himself as he went over the many different scenarios of his situation. He was an enderman hybrid, he should have been able to teleport, but he never got the ability. He still remembered his mother trying to teach him, chuckling everytime he had failed but always told him it was fine if he couldn't do it.
He also remembered the saddened look his father had given him. His fists tightened. He wished he remembered more of his childhood memories, but between them was a huge blank area before he joined the SMP.
To say he had no idea what was happening was an understatement too. He remembers being in his room, yelling at that Dream voice again, then actual dream just coming into the room like it was nothing. He didn't know how long he'd been here now, but he knew it had to be for more than a day. He heard shoes clacking against the stone floor, his red and green eyes slightly opening when they stopped in front of his cell. He looked up, his glowing eyes shooting open when he realized who it was.
He was shaking, mouth dry, and couldn't help but curl farther into himself. Dream's mask stared back, in his hand a silver tray with food. He was unlocking the cell, his eyes traced on Ranboo to make sure he made no advances towards the perfect opportunity to escape.
Ranboo watched as the man placed the tray down before kicking it farther into the cell, the water in the cup sloshing around, some stilling out as it slid. It was potato soup, some bread, and some water. At least he knew he wouldn't go completely starved while he was here. He still made no action to move though, eyes still fixed on Dream who now was locking the door again. "You might want to eat." His voice was emotionless, the man making a move to leave. "Why?" It makes the masked man pause, his stupid smiley mask coming back into view. "Why did you do this?" It almost seemed like the ender hybrid wouldn't get an answer out of him.
"Because, Ranboo, I need you to end L'manburg." Ranboo had to process those words, a snarl quickly leaving his throat as he stood up abruptly.
"If you think I'd EVER willingly help you, you are wrong!" Ranboo started his way to the cell bars, gripping them in his hands as he growled at his kidnapper. "You're a fucking asshole! All you do is fuck with people and just expect them to follow you without a fucking ARGUMENT!" Dream finally turned to face the other male. "You're the reason this server is FUCKED, your the reason Tommy is DEAD, you're the reason this fucking war STARTED! But you know what, Dream? You may have started it, but me and Tubbo will make damn sure to END IT!" He had no time to react as his hair was grabbed, yanking him forwards.
His head slammed into the metal bars, himself now dizzy and head in pain. His dual eyes met the emotionless dots of Dreams mask. It was only centimeters away from his own face, the man able to hear Dream's angry breathing. He was shaking again, mouth falling dry as all confidence he once had cracked and fell away from him. "I know you won't help me willingly, Ranboo." He gripped his hair tighter, pulling the man closer. Ranboo closed his eyes, feeling the cold metal dig into his face. "That's why I'm going to make you." His head tilted, making Ranboo want to pull away. He started jerking away, hoping to get Dream's grip on him to loosen.
It was futile though, the man once again yanking him forwards, head once again violently meeting the metal bars in front of him. "Y-you can't make me do anything." This made Dream chuckle.
"Oh Ranboo, I have complete control over you." Ranboo's eyes squeezed shut at the man's cold and cocky voice. He leaned forwards, his next words a whisper. "I could make you do whatever I want. I can make you kill Tubbo if I wanted to."
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The Embrace Of Vengeance
FanfictionBut like everything else, the happy years would slowly wither away, along with the happiness this family felt. Leaving the members distrustful and hateful of one another. But, maybe there was a sliver of hope left for them, but of course, first must...
