Branzy's Sister

Ominous Nightmare, and Redstone

"Ash, are you sure about this? The main servers aren't going to like this if he gets hurt! It'll only get us sent a server assassin sooner!" Redd anxiously mentions.

Ashswag moves around the side of the house, his invisibility bubbles drifting into the air. "We'll be fine. He's just some random. I doubt anyone on the main server is looking for him. Besides, don't you wanna know why Clown is practically pampering him?"

"I do... but-"

"Then quit your complaining and let's grab this over-pampered shit!" Ash yells.

Meanwhile, Branzy is sitting on the side of his new bed, contemplating his life. (Me core) How'd he even get to such a point? Not to mention, this server is probably full of death sentenced people. The only reason these servers even exist is to house 'uncivilized' folks. What if he's stuck on the server when a server assassin decides to just... carry out the sentence?

He sits there with his thoughts. Remembering what server assassins are for. People with the purpose of ending deadly servers once decided they've gone on too long.

I'm next... maybe. Oh why didn't I leave a note? Or what if Ivory wasn't going to be able to read it in time anyways? Or what if she had no intent of coming back? It'd would probably be better for her anyways. I don't even have a job, and she's stuck with an annoying one.

What purpose do I serve?

Branzy is suddenly jolted out of his thoughts by a harsh jerk on his shoulder. He nearly yelps aloud before he's silenced.

"Ash! We need to get him out of here now!" A voice whispers in exasperation.

A shuffling noise is heard as Ashswagg also enters the room. "I know, but be quiet and calm about it. Don't let the guy flail around and make a racket!"

"Got it."

Branzy's screams and pleas for help are silenced as the duo drags him out from his room. The window is big enough for them all to fit. He's slowly lifted up and outside. He tries to pry off the hands holding him down.

Suddenly, he flips out of bed and lands on the floor, groaning. It was just a dream... one holding some of his worst fears. This place was scary, and he shouldn't have threatened them.... He's screwed.

Meanwhile, Clown gently taps his pen against the blueprint. He's trying to figure out how to make multiple murder machines work. Where would he put them? How many materials are needed?

Suddenly, Branzy walks into the room, rubbing his eyes. He obviously only woke up a few moments ago. Clown turns to face the sleepy man. "What do you want?"

"Nothin'..." He mumbles tiredly. "Just wondering what you were up to."

The jester thinks for a moment, glancing at his blueprints once more. "Maybe you could help me..."

Branzy's amethyst eyes light up. "Sure, what do ya' need?"

ClownPierce taps the papers on the wall. "I need help figuring out where to put these builds, and how many materials they might need."

The white-haired man takes one long glance at the sketches. "Judging by the volume and measurements on the side, I'd say around 1,000 obsidian and 10,000 concrete." Branzy then looks back at Clown. "How big do you want these buildings to be?"

"I'm planning a giant string of trapped and rigged buildings. I also need the measurements for how much redstone I might need." He replies, pulling out more blueprints that show the interior. "Can you make a guess on how much redstone is needed?"

Branzy lifts up the blue papers. "Well, counting the trails of redstone and how long they'll be, you'll need 5,000 or so redstone powder, and 700 repeaters."

Clown raises an eyebrow, but quickly realizes that Branzy can't see it because of the mask. "This might sound stupid," He sighs. "But as someone who's uneducated in the field of redstone, why so many repeaters?"

Branzy withheld a snicker. This man was really trying to build a redstone contraption without knowing anything about it? What would he have done if Branzy wasn't stuck here? "Well, a repeaters is so the redstone trail doesn't lose power. The power can't stay in the redstone lines for too long because of the output it naturally creates. The repeater renews the power so it can continue working."

The masked killer looked at him blankly, not fully comprehending what he just said, but he got the gist. "Ooook." He extends the word. "Anything...else?"

"Maybe a few infinite repeating circuits, but I can help with that."

Clown faintly smiles underneath his mask. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad...