Sometimes, Enslavement is not the answer.

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍.

ah fuck.
Should've walked faster because whoever was coming down the stairs is already at the bottom of the stairs and very clearly staring daggers into the back of your head

"Who are you"

oh, it's the blade. WAIT IT'S THE BLADE-
UH

"...I'm-"
"and why are you here?" He had his diamond axe raised to where my neck would be if were a few feet closer. Glad I'm not.

"If You couldn't tell with the pickaxe in my hand, I'm about to raid this place" your tone was dripping in satire.

With a slight Annoyance, he stepped forward to attack you.

"Oh- Ok, I'm kidding, calm down"

And he visibly relaxed.
Maybe not so much.
A man like him would definitely have his guard on. All the time.

"I got recruited here.." I take a look at my pocket watch, which I had completely forgotten about.
"..About 7 weeks ago"

"..what did they offer you?"

Dude, why the fuck do you care?

"....uh- look I'm just here to mine-"
I hear dirt breaking. And very fast steps. The person must be energetic- oh, it's probably Tommy.

Tommy enters the scene. He looks excited. Or does he always look like that? 𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘝𝘴𝘢𝘶𝘤𝘦

and he stares at us with pure happiness

"YES, NOW I CAN GO MAKE MY TOWERS. OKBYEGETALONGORELSEWILBURWILLBEATMYASS."

What

"That child is sometimes too fast for his own good," The blade said, very casually, as if he had forgotten me.

And then silence.

Whew.

Uh, I'll just. Slip past. While he stares into my soul.

He doesn't say anything while you walk away with light footsteps.

Lighter than ever.
Just in case
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦

walk.walk.walk.walk.walk.walka.lwak.wlak.wkalamaaak. what.

What the fuck.

All right we are here. Back in the mines. 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘹𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯- no- stop it.

Well. In the mines. Uh. Have to walk for another... Whatever-number-of-hours.

All right what can I brainstorm about while I walk? Hm, how about this really good series called star wars- Nah. Hmmm. Wow okay, this tunnel is longgggg.

Ah. I remember reading a really good book at home. geez, I haven't cleaned my home... In such a long time. Damn. I wish I could go back to my house. But, what can I do when I am ensla- here by will.

Ok but like, the flowers are probably dying. Rip.

Huh. What. I'm already here? Oh. All right. Back to mining? Sure.

Cobblestone. Cobblestone. Cobblestone. Red- no it's still cobble. Why does Tommy like cobblestone anyways? Is it because it's simple and easy to get? Yes, good points, but what's the value? Is it because it's his favorite? Like how people don't need a particular reason to like a color. Yeah. Maybe that's why you should like cobblestone too. Because of no particular reason. Mhm. Convincing.

You're tired. You need to sleep. Or else phantoms. But you are underground! So continue working now.

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