Kkk, Kkk, Kkk.
The sound of pickaxe crashing down on stone echoed through the chambers of the dark cave.
Kkk, Kkk, crack.
Chunks of rock and metal tumbled off the walls, quickly picked up by a pair of white-sleeved hands and thrown into a bag.
Punz paused for a moment to wipe the sweat off his brows, exhaling as he looked at his progress.
This should be enough for now, he thought to himself. He tied up the sack and swung it over his shoulders.
As he walked towards the entrance, Punz took out his notebook.
Things to do:
- Reunite with Dream
- Finish job #2 ✔
- Prepare for mob hunting
- Mine supplies
- Craft
- Enchant
- Polish weapons ✔
Next to 'Mine supplies,' he put a small check, marking it as done. "All that's needed now is to craft them and enchant, huh?" He said to himself as his eyes glided over the page. They stopped on the first bullet, which had yet to be checked off.
Reunite with Dream...
His face instantly clouded over.
Punz thought back to the times where he and Dream walked side by side, both smiling as they discussed plans and watched the sun sink below the horizon. He remembered watching the man next to him, who, with expressive hands gestures and a face full of glee concocted the most intricate of plots, and how he himself was often in the middle of them.
What joy overflowed his heart then, how beautiful Dream seemed. He was sure there couldn't possibly be anyone else that could make him feel that way, now or in the future.
But everything shattered in Dream's vault.
They had planned everything beforehand, agreeing on his betrayal and fooling the entire server. Everything seemed perfect. But, of course, perfection is only delusion in the end.
When those words–Sorry Dream, you should have paid me more–spilled from his mouth, it felt as if his throat was squeezed and his heart, twisted. Even more gut-wrenching was when he had to watch his partner be hacked away by an axe, blood spraying from his arms, his chest, and staining the walls.
He had watched him die then, not once, but twice. He had watched how the man cried in terror when he realized the boy's intention to take away everything right then and there and begged for mercy, mask cracked and face painted with fear. And even then, he could only stand still and clutch the hilt of his sword, among all the others who didn't move a single muscle in attempt to stop the atrocity that befell their eyes. It's a wonder that no one noticed his anger then.
It was unbearable.
Still, he tried to push through. After all, they had agreed to meet up again after Dream escaped his imprisonment. So Punz kept a flicker of hope alive inside him, which burned for what seemed like forever, for the day they would reunite.
But even that light was put out, and he broke.
News of Dream's apparent death rippled through the SMP after Tommy returned from a visit to Sam's place. Punz at first had actually only heard that there was a new ghost, which did surprise him and made him wonder who died. But the moment the name Dream fell on his ears, it was like the sky crashed down. He could never have imagined that one could feel so devastated in their life, that despair could be so overwhelming.
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Finally, Free
FanfictionOn the dark obsidian floor lied a man. He's quite famous, actually, known as the biggest, baddest villain on the entire SMP. So bad were his crimes that he is now contained in a small, black room that doesn't even fit to be called a prison. He hasn'...
