⛓ My beautiful caged songbird ⛓

Chapter 9: Dream's journal-part 1

—Literally 7 minutes later after the explosions, community house, no one’s perspective—

“Is it true? Dream’s sister actually—?”

“Used TNTs in front of Tommy’s lobby to bulldoze her way in? Yeah.”

“Talk about being reckless. Those two really are alike.”

“Well, they are family after all.”

They immediately shut up when Drista spoke.

“Where is he?” Drista said in a dark tone, still snarling at them. The eyes of her now black unsmiley mask was glowing red. This startled several people. “It’s a simple question. Or are you too chicken to answer me?”

“Whoa, Whoa, Drista, calm down,” Tommy swallowed hard as he was still hiding behind Sam. She still held onto that double-bladed diamond axe since they left the lobby. He had never seen her this mad, and it was scary. And why was the mask black?

“Silence, you child. My talk is with the ‘responsible adults’ here. So stay quiet.”

Although Tommy would usually get outraged when people called him that, this time he was totally left speechless. Either because he was flabbergasted, or terrified of her.

Wilbur spoke this time, but more cautiously. “Drista, first tell us, why did you have to destroy Tommy’s lobby when the doors were already open? You haven’t seen him in a long time, and this is our first time meeting for the rest of us. Shouldn’t a friendly greeting be the move before you start bombing our residence?”

She glared at Wilbur for sometime before lifting her mask up, just enough for them to see her twisted smile. The British man felt a chill run down his spine from her response. “Initially, that was the plan.” She crooned. “However, after I looked around the SMP for a bit, I couldn’t help but be curious about this collapsed building i came across.”

Shit. The prison. Many held their breaths.

No one on the server even considered Drista, even for one second, as a threat to them. Mainly because she didn’t have much involvement during the wars. But now people were considering it, given that she’d just bombed her way in an unlocked hotel not too long ago, and pointed her blades at their faces. Threatening them.

And she was no older than Tommy or Tubbo.

“So I did my own exploring, then realized that the collapsed building was formerly a prison that held one prisoner, since I came across a single cell. Then,” she opened her inventory and pulled out a book and waved it high in the air for everyone to see, it’s cover looked burnt and dirty, “ I came across this particular journal and after thoroughly reading the contents, I realized that it was my brother who was kept prisoner, and it was his ‘friends’ that imprisoned him.” She turned her head to George and Sapnap, baring her teeth as she gritted, “ For months, and months, and months. ”

“You found Dream’s journal!?” Punz exclaimed. “We searched that entire prison many times! How-?”

Drista walked to the nearby wooden wall. “You all know that my brother is the admin of the server. So am i.” She bit her thumb harsh enough to draw blood, then she drew a foreign symbol on the wooden wall before snapping her fingers. “And we love to keep secrets right under people’s noses.”

The symbol drawn glowed. The wood began folding itself, then opened like a safe box. She grinned over her shoulder at the people with wide eyes. “When you’re the admin of the server, there are a couple of tricks only you can learn, and conditions you can negotiate with a god. So I can understand if you couldn’t find my brother’s journal hidden in the walls. If you forcefully tried to break the brick, then the item hidden in it is also lost.” She turned to face them fully as she waved the book in her hand. “However, that doesn’t mean I forgive you for what you’ve done to him. My brother has been secretly writing and sending me letters during the 8 months since you locked him up. And no, he hadn’t told me he was in prison as he knows I’d come and bust him out. But when there was no response for  2 months… I find all of this...So I ask you again, where is he?”