This story is inspired by "he's DEAD." By WeebPatch, go check it out! Their an AMAZING WRITER!
It was supposed to just be a regular walk in the forest. How could it have turned into this? Dream, the most powerful man on the Dream SMP besides Dream...
Thank you to Cutelittlesleepylead for requesting (I dont know the word) this idea to me! Enjoy the bonus chapter! In this, Fundy will be in the prison cell dream is in the actual lore, and Fundy had now been in the prison for a couple months. —————
Fundy was sitting on his new bed, staring at the clock on the wall. His ears twitched, as he heard some mechanical noise. He peered at the lava, and it slowly fell down. On the other side, he saw Sam standing there.
A platform appeared, and Sam pressed a button and hurried to jump on, as it had started moving. Towards Fundy. He was confused. Why was Sam coming over here? He only ever came to give him water, or new uniforms when he outgrew his old ones.
Fundy POV
Sam stepped off the platform as it attached to the end of the cell.
"What do you want to eat?"
What? Did he just ask me what I wanted to eat? I thought I only got potatoes.
My expression must have changed, because Sam answered my thoughts.
"Yes, I know you only eat potatoes usually. But, it's a special occasion. So what do you want to eat? It can be anything. Drink and all, even a side dish." He clarified.
I was shocked. Is it my birthday already? Is that the special occasion? Well if I get to have anything I want, I want it to be something I like because I doubt this is going to be an everyday thing.
"Uhm,. Can I have a steak, baked potatoes, and.. cranberry juice?" I asked, still not quite sure of what I wanted.
Sam nodded. "Follow me." He commanded as he stepped onto the platform. Am I leaving? Will I finally be free?
I stepped onto the platform and as if it sensed we were on it, it started moving.
We got to the other side of the prison and he leaded me to a room that had no windows and just a chair and a table. Is this where I will be eating?
"Sit here," he pointed at the chair. "Your food will be here soon." And with that he left.
I just still can't believe it's my birthday. I don't remember it being my birthday. It just feels too.. soon. I looked around the room, but it was bare, aside from the table and the chair you was sitting on.
I sat peacefully in the silence. It was nice. But, something felt.. off. Like, I need to get out kinda feeling. It can't be that bad, though.. right?
Sam came in with my food about five minutes later. He sat it down in front of me. Just looking at it made my stomach growl in hunger.
I wasted no time, digging into the juicy flesh, tearing it apart with each bite. I swallowed hard, not waiting for the food to go fully down my throat before taking a bite once more.
After I finished the steak I went onto the baked potatoes. They fell apart in my mouth making it pure bliss. I ate them in a couple bites then I chugged it all down with the cranberry juice.
Once I finished Sam took my plate, and went into another room. A minute later he came back. "Alright, let's go." He lifted me up from the seat and guided me to the door.
Where were we going? Am I finally free? Oh his I'm so thankful. We went outside where there was a big crowd.
"What's all this for?" I asked. "Is it a party for me? Am I getting released?" I was all giddy.
"You're going to be free for sure.." Sam muttered under his breath, but I heard it.
He took me up to the stage, and made me wait there. Then a couple other guys came back with this,, structure.
"What's that for..?" I asked, a bit freaked out by what it looked like.
"It's a gallow. You don't know? Today you're getting executed."
(This is a gallow)
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My face dropped. It wasn't a special meal. It was my last meal.
I'm going to die.
I'm going to die.
Today is my last day.
And they're cheering.
For my death.
They all want me dead.
Sam put my head in the noose.
"Any last words?" He asked me.
I shuddered. "I'm sorry, mom. I'm sorry dream, I'm sorry Niki, I'm sorry Tubbo, I'm sorry Ranboo, I'm sorry purpled, I'm sorry Sapnap." A tear rolled down my cheek as the floor underneath me sank down.
The noose went around my throat, squeezing it. At least I don't have to live with the guilt of murder.
