"So, let me get this straight," started Eret. "Ranboo came to visit you in the prison, pulled out frickin enderchest, threw an enderpearl at god knows what, and you guys just teleported to here?"
"And we blew up the enderchest," Ranboo added.
"And you blew up the enderchest, of course you did," Eret exclaimed. They covered his face with their hands. "Why did you even do that?"
Ranboo blushed. "I just didn't want Sam to get hold of it," he said.
"You're all so reckless!"
"Hey, we were relaxing there, chilling, eating barbecued potatoes-"
"Barbecued potatoes?!!""-Point being, we were not being that reckless! But you're forgetting something, mate. Need I remind everyone here that clay was being tortured? And that he's the only way to retrieve my memories, if at all?" Ranboo gestured around the room, challenging anyone to fight his reasoning.
Eret didn't respond, deciding that their energy was better spent glaring at Clay.
"Dream, is this true?"
'Dream' flinched at the sudden words. He was already on edge with the sudden hostility of Eret towards him. He shakingly nodded, eyes downcast.
Eret held their stare for some more seconds before relaxing. They let out a low, suffering sigh.
"Fine, I guess I'll help. What do you need?"
***
"God, that was scary," Tubbo mumbled as he rested against the doorframe.
Sam and Quackity had just left. Sapnap had also tagged along. They were surprised to see that Eret was still there, but understood why as they saw Michael playing in his uncle's arms. They were quick but precise, of course, hoping the urgency would bring out an honest answer.
Ah well, what they don't know doesn't hurt them. For now.
"Yeah, it was," Ranboo agreed.
"I already regret deciding to help you guys out," Eret joked.
"It's good to see Sapnap has healed well," said Clay."What?!" a chorus rang out.
"What happened to him?" asked Eret, sitting down next to the man.
"Oh, he died. You can ask Wilbur, he was there!" Said Clay.
Everyone looked at Clay as if he had dyed his hair silver.
"It's my oldest continuous memory actually..." the former prisoner said hesitantly. "Like, I don't have any memory blanks after that."
Seeing his eyes glazed over, Ranboo comes close to Clay.
"Whatever it is, you don't have to tell us," mumbled Ranboo. He was hoping he would tell them, but it felt like the right thing to say to the man.
"No, no, it's fine, I don't mind. I can't tell the story, I don't mind..." Clay took in a deep breath. "Right. How do I do this?"
"Just describe what you see," said Tubbo.
"Alright. I see a sofa-"
"In the memory."Oh.
"Right. Sapnap. I see Sapnap. He is not wearing a shirt-"
"Uh Dream, we don't need to know that," Eret chuckled nervously, looking at the ceiling as if Michael would hear them through the walls.
"No no, it's okay, you can know. It's okay. Right, so, there's a huge burn on his stomach, near the waist, and it's healing rapidly.
Wilbur is staring at him in disbelief, it was kinda funny actually, how shocked he looked. He looked like he wanted to punch me but changed his mind? I don't know why, though.
Sapnap took a while to wake up, and since the elevator mechanism of the prison was broken, Sam or Quackity were just watching from the other side. He slowly got up, like he just woke up from a deep sleep, looked at me, eyes wide, and then... he started thanking me!"
"Why did he thank you?" chimed in Tubbo.
"You're welcome. Anyway, Wilbur supported Sapnap onto the lift and carried them back, and then... Let's not talk about the after, shall we? It's kind of... unpleasant...." Clay trailed off, trying to shake away the unwanted memories."
Eret paled as they realised what happened. If Quackity and Sam were waiting for the lift, they would've gone to Dream's cell to... you know what? He's right, they don't need to know that much.
"It's alright, Dream," said Eret, their voice shaking lightly. But Tubbo and Ranboo noticed this, wisely deciding not to push the topic anymore.
Oh well. There are more topics to push!
"How did he heal, though? Health potions?" Tubbo wondered out loud. Ranboo shook his head.
"Where would he have even gotten them from? Wilbur wouldn't be allowed, and Clay had absolutely nothing," he reasoned.
"Sapnap is a good friend of Sam and a trusted member of his group," Tubbo spoke again. "It could be possible that-"
"No," Eret interjected. "Don't forget, Sapnap was also dream's old friend. That might have changed now, but Sam knew the past. He wouldn't have put Dream's imprisonment at risk."
A tide of stillness washed over the room. Everyone was theorising the ways it could have happened. They all thought the same thing, but none said it out loud. Clay sat on the sofa, feeling smaller than ever. God, if only he had his memories!!!
"You know what?" Tubbo stood up. "Let's not reminisce about the past right now. This is a really odd bunch of people right here, I must say. I'd never have thought that we could all even be in the same room without violence, but here we are! And I think this is a cause for celebration, right Boo?"
"Yeah!" Ranboo mimicked Tubbo's action, standing up dramatically. "And that means...."
"FANCY DINNER!!!!" they both shouted.
"Hell yeah!" Eret cheered.
"Let's gOOOOO!! GOOD FOOD, POGGERS!" Clay shouted, causing everyone to erupt into laughter.
"You know, Clay, no need to get so excited. I don't think Ranboo cooks that well!" said Tubbo, receiving an indignant 'hey!' from Ranboo
"Yeah yeah, whatever, I'd take anything over those potatoes, god!" Clay exclaimed.
***
"I want the potatoes back, please."
The room erupted in laughter, Ranboo blushing at the sentence.
***
I wanna talk about Technoblade for a bit, if that's alright. You can skip this bit, I get it if you do.
It just felt wrong to put an update without mentioning it, you know?
He was an amazing streamer and content creator. I wish I had got to watch a stream of his live. it hurts to think that it would never happen again. I love the guy's humour, I could always relate to his low-key dark jokes, cuz I like to make them sm but the people around me don't usually like them haha.
Basically, what I'm saying, is that I didn't watch him as much as I would've liked, but I think ill try to slowly make up for it now. he was, is, and always will be an inspiration for me, and thousands others in this world.
Wish you didn't have to go so soon, mate. Good luck defeating god. we're rooting for you!! <3
Take care, Techno. Take care guys. Have a great day/night, drink some water, eat some food, rest those weary eyes, finish your pending work, and most importantly, if you EVER need to talk, I'm here. If not me, talk to someone, anyone. I assure you, the world cares. There is absolutely NO ONE in this world who is insignificant. The world won't function properly without you, regardless of what you may think.
I love you all <333
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I Can't Remember
Mystery / ThrillerClay didn't know why he was in prison. All he knew was that he had hurt everyone he knew. He couldn't count on his fingers all those who liked him, because there were none. What happens when one day a kid with memory problems comes to visit him? T...