𝕄ℂ𝕐𝕋 𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

-Please let me out-

Of course they were laughing at me. I could hear them through the obsidian space I was jammed into. Curled up as small as my tall-ass could get, it was very uncomfortable and even more so painful with the sharp edges of the mineral digging into my back I could feel them slowly bedding further and further into my skin.

"I- Okay yeah, haha. Very fuckin' funny, now can you let me out please?" I spoke, somewhat calm as I could still hear them on the other side of the walls around me. To be fair this was a funny mistake that happened, I was showing off the trapdoor trick where you flick it while you're under it and you lay down. Of course, as I showed this Tubbo came along and put me in a box of obsidian. Very funny.

Except I'm not having fun. I'm a claustrophobe. I hate small spaces and the only thing that helps me while I'm in them is knowing someone is there to eventually get me out if I get stuck. That's the only thing that keeps me from breaking down. Unfortunately for me, I hadn't told anyone of this fear of mine - I thought it was dumb and I'd get over it but I guess it's been ingrained in my mind ever since I was a kid.

It was a few minutes before their laughing stopped, and I thought they'd finally finished finding this funny and would get me out soon. But, as I waited I felt my anxiety rise even more and the tears were gradually building at the edges of my eyes. I tried to move to wipe them away, only to grunt in mild pain as the sharp edges of the blocks dug deeper into my skin.

I'd been listening for about 5 minutes now and not a single thing has changed. They haven't dug through, but I've not heard their voices. My fear swells in my chest and though I don't move my body I frantically try and release the trap door from on top of me in order to give myself a bit more room but I can't. I try and reach back and all I'm met with is a tight-locked trapdoor.

"I- uh.. Guys please this isn't.. this isn't fun anymore- Please just get me out..". No response. I could hear the blood pounding in my ears and my eyes had started to gently flow with tears. My panic was reaching it's breaking point and I could tell - my breathing had become more rapid and the pounding in my head became so deafening that not only was it giving me a headache but my eyes had started to blur.

I tried once again to desperately remove the trap door from my back to no avail once again when my anxiety and panic finally overflowed - I became a hyperventilating, claustrophobic, anxious mess in this tiny space where my cries echoed to no one but my own ears. I became dizzy and nauseous, though not throwing up I simply drifted into the dark that had begin to edge at my vision. Slowly but surely I had allowed myself to let go and fall into the depth of the now-beautiful darkness.

And consciousness faded to nothing as I was trapped in this little black box.

(P.O.V changeover - Ranboo :0 )

It was weird. I had planned to meet with Tommy over an hour ago and while he is usually late to this type of thing he's never this late. Maybe a minute or two, but never over an hour. I felt a crawling in my skin and I didn't like that sensation. I only ever got that feeling when something had or was going terribly wrong. The only other time it ever happened was when Niki had fallen in the nether and logged out to avoid death. I got the tingle and asked everyone if they were okay to which Niki had told me she wasn't.

I helped her out of that situation and I'd not gotten the feeling again till now. Maybe Niki needed help again, she's known for falling from high places and needing assistance. But this time it felt different. It felt like spikes in my back, slowly digging in though not painful to me. Like the prickling of tears and the tight chest of loss of breath. At this point even I had started to breath heavily and I think someone else had noticed.

I had planned on meeting Tommy on SMP territory, where we could meet with one of the leaders of that territory to negotiate. Unlucky to us, we were given the option of Dream or Eret and surprising to say, Tommy preferred Dream over Eret. Something about betrayal and having 'rather deal with that green bastard than that traitorous ex-king.'

Of course, Dream is always late as he is from a different time zone to majority of us so he is always excused an extra 5-10 minutes grace for being late. Of course, it had also been an hour and I'd just presumed Dream had cancelled last second but apparently not. I looked around and caught the mans eyes. He was very obviously hurrying - probably thinking he'd missed the meeting though when he caught my somewhat panicked eyes he sat me down, checking to make sure I didn't have something severely wrong with me he calmed down as much as he could.

"What's going on, you aren't the type to freak out like this." Dream pat me on the back as he spoke, glancing around obviously expecting the loud Tommyinnit to have started screaming at him already.

"Uh, I'm not actually sure. It's kind of like the feeling I got when Niki needed help - but worse."

"Where's Tommy? Wasn't he also meant to be here?" 

"Yeah, he hasn't shown up and it's been an hour.. I'm getting worried about him and I had planned to head out and look but then this happened and you arrived."

"Alright then, let's go out and look for him. He might have just gotten lost." Dream said, lifting me to my feet and moving to the ocean edge. Placed a boat and sat in the front, waiting for me to take the back seat - as I sat down he rowed off with haste, moving quickly towards L'Manberg.

(Time skip)

(Third P.O.V)

As they neared L'Manberg, the feeling only got stronger. It became so intense, to the point where Ranboo was struggling to stay awake. The pain in his chest was immense, and the prickling on his face and back had started to burn a lot more. As they pulled up to the shores, they saw this ugly obsidian box sitting on the sand. The second Rabboo saw it he knew something wasn't right. He knew they were in the right place.

Ranboo felt the chill down my spine similar to when he'd found the location of Niki's fall, and just knew something wasn't right here.

"Dream something doesn't sit well with me and that box. I think we might need to crack it open and check, just to be sure." Ranboo spoke, groaning as he crawled my way out of the boat and towards the box on slow feet. The pain radiated immensely from his body as he neared the box, to the point he couldn't move any closer in fear of his breathing to cease and his body to crumble.

Dream sighed and took up the rest of the ways to the box, patting me on the back as he passed he pulled out a pick and began to work. It only took a few seconds before he'd broken through one block, though he looked confused as he looked in. He broke another block, and tensed quite suddenly. The pain came in a wave, causing  Ranboo to cry out in genuine agony. He clawed at the sand and tears nipped at his eyes though didn't fall. He was strong, and he held it in.

Dream ducked into the box, shuffling around he scooped up something and carried it out of the box in his arms, a concerned look had exchanged for the usual smiley mask he wore - its eyes instead creased and it's mouth frowning. He held someone in his arms, which had began to dye a faint crimson around the back area. Ranboo once again felt immense pain seeing this, his hands now dug so far into the ground that he couldn't see them. He was on the ground, teeth grinding together to resist the urge to scream forever.

Meanwhile 

There had been about two screams now. I was getting worried, so I gathered the three closest people and we made our way to the shores where the sound was coming from.

Back to them

Dream sat down, holding the person in his arms as Ranboo now writhed in the ground trying to get rid of the pain to no avail he had lost his will to stop the tears. They flowed down his cheeks and hit the sand. He pulled himself to his knees, breathing heavily and trying to knock the pain from his mind in order to see who needed help. His eyes cleared for a second as he blinked the tears away, and he saw the rugged blonde hair, dirty and torn red and white shirt, and tear stained face.

The person in need was Tommy, of course it was. But what happened to him?

And then the pain hit him once again, worse than the last he let himself fall into the sand and he stayed there. It was about five minutes before Ranboo felt two pairs of arms scoop under him and lift him from his arms, carrying him to who knows where.

The only thing he could hear, though muffled, was something from Tommy.

"Thanks for getting me out of there.. Big man.."

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