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Yellow. It was all D3rlord3 has ever seen. The yellow doors, The yellow 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. He wished he could unsee everything, get out of this place, and never think of anything else. This was an endless suffer.
Things whispers in his brain, telling him everything a human should not bear to know. Humans were weak, they were not built for knowledge that was beyond their comprehension. The past, present, future. The voices whispers everything to him but what he was thinking was 𝘈𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺. Poor, poor, Avery. A slime with dreams and the one who will find this mine after he leaves, the boy would be the King's next victim after him. He couldn't let end up the same way as himself.
D3rlord3 ran back towards the crossroads, this time to the right, he could feel blood running down his nose. The knowledge was getting to him. As he reached a dead end, he punched his fist into the wall—making cracks as it slowly breaks even if it makes his fists bleed because he doesn't have his pickaxe no more.
It hurts, his fist and body hurts so much.
Just then, the wall finally broke, leading back in the mine where he first started at. He didn't waste no time and started writing in his book.
"Whatever you do, at the crossroads, don't turn left." He wrote, his hand writing slowly being unreadable due to shaky hands and panic. Then, he ended it with the sequence of numbers, hoping that Avery could solve it.
After that? It was exactly as you expect, he put his book into the chest before leaning against a near wall. His body feels like it wanted to explode, he wanted to explode, the headaches are getting worse and worser and what's another way to get out other than death? He bled on the ground and the walls, knowing that Avery would find the dried up walls and be so freaked out about it.
But there's nothing else to do is there?
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Avery had found this super weird mine that he didn't built, it was not that far away from his base but also not that close too! He had found it last night but didn't go in because it felt... odd last night.
So now, he stuck it up, and went inside the mine.
It was very nicely built but also super weird, there was four doors on the left, almost like whoever made this wanted it to be perfect. The chest was in the center of the room, it was basically the first thing Avery had noticed when he found this.
But the other thing he did notice, was bloody drawing of himself. The blood was dried and it seemed to be super long ago before he even find this cave, but how did the person made this even know him? He doesn't even know alot of people who would make these kind of mines, so who was it?