People often speak of Pandora's vault like it's nothing at all
A casual mention in conversation
But for Sam, it couldn't be anymore different
The building looms in his shadow, heavy on his shoulders and weighing him down under the waves of anxiety and fear
Choking him up inside, he begs to scream out every horrid thing he's seen
From the blood that smelled of rot, to the way the body he was forced to check on was twitching and laughing
Seeing bones stick out, head twisted and undying figure before him breaking and cracking everything to pulp before taking form in a pool of darkness overtaking the corner
It stained his armor, his skin, just fighting back
Trying to find anything human in that empty void of horror was everything terrible
Even as he entered the building he hardly left, stepping inside, he nearly screamed, a flock of ravens before him inside his entrance hall
All looked towards him, cocking heads and twitching like the broken pile of bones often did before him
Some held bones in their mouth, some together, others screamed and flew around the air
They called to him, like they did the others in the days of Dream's imprisonment
To let him be free
To scream and cry out for their master
A sickening thing
They wanted him free, but wanted everyone else
To perish so they could feast on them all
To stain their feathers glossy red over rainbow black
From land to walls, down the path, stain it all in red and pick the flesh off bit by bit
All of them inside his prison
His last thing, his only thing
It was all his, beloved and keep
Where he was a prisoner to his own creation
The feeling in his gut began the moment the birds grouped together, and he held his breath, watching
The feeling in his gut twisting and knotting up his stomach, catching any air he tried to suck in
Grinding in a morbid dictation of suffocation, of bile and gunpowder, mixing together in his throat
The prison of his was stained in the taste of redstone dust, yet he wanted nothing more than to flip a switch and blow up in every direction like a bomb of TNT
His feet carried him past the birds, even as they all screamed at him and tried to follow, he just did his best to ignore them
They couldn't be real
They weren't real
The birds were not real
The prison would hold strong, and he would be strong with it
Even for as short of a time it's been since the beginning of its usage
Despite his desire to lay down and break down crying, to kick and scream at the damn place
Even as he wished to make the place crumble and take the beast with it
He hesitated at the desk, taking his seat, his throne, his place in the plan and order
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Fanfiction//DREAM ANGST - Triggering topics// why did the world do this to him? Why? Why was he greeted to a masked face, this one the one that should be on the monster's face? Why did he see a soft sweater and even taller version of him? Standing outside the...
