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It was another cold day for the prisoner. He sat inside of the prison, back on the obsidian wall. The crying obsidian echoed its lonely sound.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Dream sat against the wall. His dirty blonde hair was caked with blood from his own self. Scars and fresh wounds littered his body. The dull orange of the prison jumpsuit was one of the few colors he could see through the white mask. A loud whir and creak came from the restraining of the lava. He tensed, knowing who was coming, what was going to happen. The glowing enchanted ax, the harsh treatment, the dehumanization of the entire experience. Quackity, coming to torture him. Sure Dream did some shit, but wasn't the prison enough? The months he'd had spent alone, no one but the brave souls willing to talk with him, and the continueous days of nothing but his own thoughts? It was even worse, because of the fact that he was an ender dragon hybrid. Being the one of the only children of the dragon, Dream did know what it was like to be alone, but for this long? It terrified him. When she sent him to the Overworld, he wouldn't have expected to be sitiing in a prison, now waiting for his only source of entertainment walk into his cell.
Dream POV
I quietly sat, in the barely lit room. Quackity, in all his bloodied glory, stood at the moving walkway, waiting for Sam's approval. He crossed the bridge, and stepped on the edge of the cell. He grinned, "You ready Dream? Oh today, today I have a little something new planned!"
I tensed, but gave him a silent nod. He just laughed. As the lava wall closed on us, and the netherite wall dropped, he walked slowly over to me, ax glittering in the glowstone's soft light. Quackity dragged the ax's blade over my throat, drawing blood. He held it, both of us watching the deep red coat the floor. He pulled away, letting me breathe a bit. With a sigh, Quackity murmmers, "Dream, Dream, it would be so much easier if you just gave me that book. Thats all I need! Come on! Is it that hard?". I looked right at him, and whispered, "I have my reasons."
He rolled his eyes, "Oh! Reasons, yes, that makes sense! You'd rather get tortured than just give me the book! Give me your pathetic reasons, or I might just use this new method! Oh, and you'll hate it! Secrets revealed Dreamy!"
What could be this new punishment? What secret would it reveal?
I tried to find a way out of this, but I was too slow, "No answer? Well, I guess, you've made your choice!" Quackity sang. He pulled out a small device, Which glowed a bright white. He clicked it and poked it in my blood.
How is this torture? I'm not hurting...
Quackity pulled back and smiled, "Welp! See you tomorrow Dream! Can't wait!" the lava wall receded, and Quackity left on the bridge, going right in Sam's direction. The wall came back down, and I sat up
"What could that be? Why would he need my blood?" I wonder aloud. I did this often, and now it was a habit. I took of my mask, and the protective magic that hid my ender dragon features pulled away. My wings folded on my back and my tail lashed behind me. With a sigh I layed completly on my stomach and grabbed a empty book. I ad taken on to drawing, and I was pretty fucking good. What went from stick figures came to looking like actual landscapes and people. It was my pastime now, marking the time from when Quackity came.
I couldn't be prepared at all for the next day...