SockSMP Rewritten

Chapter 16 - Fate and A Lock

Blaza's POV

Blaza saw as Ally angrily kicked the prison bars of the cell, and it didn't look like it was going to break anytime soon. "Umm, Ally. I don't think that's gonna work." Blaza said as Ally kept kicking it. She was on her back as he looked at him. "I know, it's just that I need to relieve some anger. I knew we shouldn't have trusted Medz." Ally cursed under her breath. "What if he was forced to, or maybe even controlled. Like- what if his intention wasn't to betray us." Blaza said. He wasn't the kind person to blame someone until he had found enough proof to do so. He heard Ally let out an uncontrollable raspy laugh. "Oh, I get it," She said through laughs, "You forgive too easily. You don't know what it's like to be betrayed and see your loved ones die." She laughed a bit more until she calmed down. "I've been betrayed, multiple times!" Blaza protested, looking offended. Ally sat up and looked at him. "Then why are you easily forgiving? That betrayal should've knocked some sense into you." She asked, smiling smugly. "Because maybe, just maybe, there's someone who's not like you." He snapped, making Ally have a serious expression. Before she could say another word, the doors opened, revealing two robots, grabbing them and taking them away. They were ushered into the courtroom, where Blaza saw Socks, Meme, Tbh, and Jodie behind him, their wrists still bound by rope. Muffin was in a small cage that looked like a keychain as he tried getting out. Ally was next to him, glancing at him a few times, then at the floor. Let's see where fate takes them.

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Medz's POV

"Hey, mate, because of everything, how about you take a moment in your room," Laff said, ushering him to his room. Medz was still extremely guilty for what he'd done, but he knew what to do. As soon as the door closed, he grabbed his pouch and grabbed as much stuff as he could, his journal, a pen, a pencil, and his favorite yellow sweater that he hid because Laff wanted him to burn. He shoved it in his pouch, planning to free his friends, and kill Laff, and he can finally be free.
After getting his stuff, he ran over and tried to open the door, but it wasn't opening. He kept trying to open the door, but it was locked shut. Laff knew. That British bastard. How about the window, nothing. He tried to break down the door, but still, nothing. Why did the wooden doors have to be made of freaking steel? After multiple failed attempts, he angrily threw a book at the window, knowing it wouldn't work. He was about to yell loudly in anger, but he was able to not do that. He sat on his bed, not knowing what to do as he started to panic. Why did everything have to be so difficult? He covered his face with his hands, his leg starting to shake in panic. What was he supposed to do? If the building crumbles to the ground, I'll die and be seen as a traitor. What will fate do to me?

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Medz was spinning around his butterfly knife after an hour of being locked in his room. Everyone was probably escorted to the tower by now. What were they thinking of him? Will they ever forgive him? He didn't know, and he will probably never get his answers. He looked at the bottom of his door and noticed something, a little black fur-ball. He immediately recognized the little fur ball as someone. "N-Nadwe?" Medz asked, walking over to the door crack as Nadwe's little bat head looked at him. "Medz?" Nadwe asked as well. Both were confused as Nadwe's head exited the door crack. Medz heard a quiet click as the door opened. He noticed that Nadwe had a streak of blood on his forehead. "Woah, Nadwe, the hell happened to you?" He asked as Nadwe searched for bandages until he found them. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Just crashed a car." Nadwe said, wrapping the bandage around his head. Medz stammered for a second until he stopped. "How did Laff find us? Was it the plants? It was probably the plants." Nadwe pondered. Should he tell him? How would he react? He was speechless for a few seconds until, with a heavy heart, he said, "I know how he found out. It... it was me."
Nadwe stopped in his tracks, looking into Medz's soul like he just drowned his cat. "What? WHY?!" He snapped, walking towards him in anger. "Look, if I didn't I would be sent back. I-its a long story." Medz tried to explain.
After a minute of arguing, Nadwe calmed down, slightly understanding. "Okay, now that we understand," Medz said, "Can we, you know, go save our friends from getting slaughtered?" Nadwe looked at him for another second until he nodded his head, opening the door again and getting ready for the time of their lives.

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