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Dream POV

The glow of the lava.
The scorching heat.

I lost count of the days I've been in here.
I shift the chains around my wrists.

Ever since Sam found out I was writing escape plans, I was chained with my wrists suspended from the walls of the cell. I'm stuck in a standing position and even if I kneel, my knees don't touch the ground. The chains are taut and I've been stuck in the standing position for days now. There are also chains around my ankles which are attached to this metal plate on the floor. Not that the guards care anyways, the guards: Sam, Bad, and Ant give me hell. Bad not so much. Sam and Ant beat me whenever they feel like and Quackity comes in often to "threaten me" for the Revival Book book.

The food they feed me is raw potatoes and they basically just shove it in my mouth and leave.

The guards are supposed to "keep me in the prison" but they're doing more torturing than they should. They enjoy it. They enjoy having the power. I can't lie, I love the feeling of power too.

I fall asleep in the uncomfortable standing position. When I wake, the sound of the flicking of levers means the lava is about to fall. I hang my head down and stare at the obsidian floor.

The bridge begins to move, it's lunchtime so they're either bringing me food, torturing me, or both.

The bridge clicks into place and I hear the sound of boots on obsidian. A pair of shimmering purple netherite boots come into view.

I lift my head slowly expecting to see Bad, Ant, Sam, or Quackity but it isn't any of them.

It's a girl.
Well, she's at least 20.

She has Y/H/C hair and Y/E/C eyes. She's dressed in fully enchanted netherite armor and just stares at me with a slight smile.

"Hello Dream," she says, her voice casual and calm as if she's talking to a friend.

"Hello?" I say which comes out as a question. "Who are you?"

"I'm Y/N, I'm used to patrolling around the prison but due to staffing issues, I'm going to bring you food and check on you like the others."

"Right," I roll my eyes. "Check on me, meaning torture and beat me."

She sighs.

"I don't know why the other guards do that. I don't believe in that, I saw what happens to you in here and that's actually why I asked."

"Wait really?"

"Yeah, because despite all the bad things you've done, what you're going through is worse than what you've done to them."

"You wanted me in here, I got betrayed by my mercenary and locked up by the people."

(Yes I know, Punz didn't really betray him, it was all a staged act but in this story he actually did)

"I didn't, I wasn't there during the confrontation. I was exploring and I came back and they told me that you got locked in prison."

"Oh."

So I don't really have a reason to hate her, I mean she is a guard but she doesn't seem to want to hurt me. I can use her to escape.

"So tell me your story," she says. "Why did you do the things you did?"

"I was friends with Sapnap and George for a long time. Sam and Bad too. We worked together and I created the Dream Smp. Wilbur created a faction called L'Manburg which caused conflict and wars. I had to stop their revolution before problems and conflict arose father with the Dream Smp. I assume you know what happened right?"

"Yes, I do," she says. "But why the change to become this manipulator and villain they say you are?"

"There was no other way to unite the server for peace. After L'Manburg got its independence, more factions started popping up. I saw this as a threat to peace on the Smp. I realized that to unite the Smp, I had to become the villain. So I lied, manipulated, killed, tortured, and made everyone hate me. This was to make them united under one common enemy so they would unite together to take me down. I guess it worked too well and now they hate me. I hate it because they don't understand that I have tried so hard and still failed. Now I'm stuck in this manipulation game that I can't get out of. I want to manipulate people but I also want to start over and have friends again." I let out a frustrated sigh.

Wait did I just reveal my plan to her? Why did I do that? Of all the guards who asked me, she's the one I break it to. I felt comfortable around her. Why did her prescience make me tell the truth? What is wrong with me?

"Dream?" she asks staring at me. "You good?"

"Yeah, sorry I zoned out for a bit."

"So tell me your story," I say.

"I don't really have a backstory. I was never part of L'Manburg or the Dream Smp. I had a cottage in the woods where I lived and watched the events unfold. Sometime later, I build a base in the mountains and stayed there for a while. I met Ranboo, Techno, Phil, and Niki but we never really bonded. I've never really had any friends and I kind of keep to myself. I decided to become a guard because I really had nothing better to do."

"So basically, you're a guard because you just wanted to. Not because you hate me or something."

"Yes, god what is it with you and people hating you?"

"People have always hated me, even my friends."

"Maybe you should try and not be evil so they don't hate you."

"I did, it didn't work."

"Try harder," she says teasingly.

"Yeah, I can try harder stuck in this jail cell," I scoff.

"You could write letters," she suggests.

"Yeah, write letters, when my hands are literally unmovable."

"Speaking of which, Sam mentioned that you lost your privilege of moving around. What does that mean?"

"I was writing about trying to escape and they punished me by suspending me like this"

"That's not right," she frowns.

"Yeah, but what can I do about it?"

"I can."

"No, Sam won't listen to you."

"It's worth a try isn't it."

I sigh.

I guess it is.

"Are you going to feed me or what?"

"Oh yeah sorry."

Y/N pulls a few raw potatoes from her belt and walks towards me so we're only a few inches apart.

Y/N pulls out a small knife and I flinch at the sight of the blade. She notices.

"What are you scared of knives or something?" she asks, waving it in my face.

"Kind of, only recently since I'm being tortured with them."

"I promise I'm not going to torture you with it. But I am going to slice up this potato."

She cuts it into 8 equal pieces and holds a slice out to me.

I'm not used to this. Usually, it's just a shove in my mouth and go or them throwing raw potatoes at me.

She feeds me each slice one, by one. After 2 potatoes, she stops.

"That's enough," she says. "You still have dinner."

"Right of course."

"Do you want me to stay or leave?"

"Could you please leave? I just don't really trust you yet."

"Understandable," she says without a hint of disappointment.

Y/N walks back to the bridge and pearls over to the other side. Lowering the lava and disappearing behind the orange curtain.

She may be the only nice one here. I can't let my guard down, I need her to help me escape. I want to manipulate her but I also want to befriend her. What am I doing?

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Hmmm, Dream in prison but having feelings for a prison guard?

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