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The broad creeper approached Dream with a glass of lemonade in hand, his gaz mask covering his expression. Despite this, by the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, it was clear he was smilling. Once he was infront of him he carefully handed him the glass, his head tilting slightly.

"Hey Dream.. I just noticed you've been out and about all day- You've always been restless, huh?"

He chuckled, his tone sounding playful.

"Either way- I just thought you might need something fresh to drink. Must be dehydrated after all this running.."

[ Early SMP @awesamdude-w ]

A rare moment of his mask being off as he sat under the tree. Enjoying himself, he gave Sam a smile. He took the glass carefully though.

"Hey, yeah I guess you can say that. So much to be done..."

"Hey question, random question. How much would it cost to build say... uh a Prison? Again random question."

Dream looked at his chest, making sure to keep out of the views of the cameras in his cell. This would definitely be considered Contraband... Having his admin console and having also getting his communicator. Using George's own admin panel to get the both of them. He feared Sam would absolutely be livid.

But he had to, and he had to hide his admin console, having hidden it in his enchanted axe Nightmare... Luckily no one on the server knew he hid it in there. He moved to access the console in the hilt of the axe, keeping it hidden from view still.

"Something... inconspicuous... What.. would be for me? I... can't make it a potato... No- no an enchanted potato?! Sir and The Warden would know for sure... I mean... maybe the cameras can be affected by blindness... no... probably not but.. maybe... it's risky. But I need that risk.."

He sighed before typing out the single command. 50 seconds. He had forty seconds to get an anvil, unenchant the axe, break it with the axe, and then change the axe into something else... Yeah.. He can do this... After pressing the command he worked on it.

When he heard the scream from The Warden he skipped unenchanting the object, opting to remove and throw the anvil into the lava and change the axe into a book and putting it into his inventory before standing at attention, awaiting The Warden to check on him. His body trying to hide his fear as he watched the lava come down.

How long has it been... since he escaped PVP Civilization and that other place too... Days? Weeks?? Months?? He was exhausted by the time he got into the cursed server of the DreamSMP. His body scarred but he couldn't help but collapse against the Prison's entrance. Not even knowing that was something he shouldn't do.

He ended up passing out almost immediately from exhaustion. He looked so much like Tommy did... but he... also had facial traits of Philza as well. How peculiar in all honesty.

He was passed out so he never noticed the creeper coming up and exploding on him until it was too late. Waking up to the explosion he could only cover his face. Causing some minor damage to the prison itself. But it truly wasn't his fault- he didn't know until too late... So when the Warden came out he was trying to put the blocks back into place, but... he couldn't quite get the teracotta right.

"How- How do you do this????"

He exclaimed in frustration.

- @awesamdude-w

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Conflicted... I... can't trust The Warden but I am still hoping I can trust Sam. That I can trust my friend who watched me grow up.. I'm terrified of him.. I'm terrified of him to the point that I try to avoid any conflict. If I'm good I won't get in trouble. Maybe... one day he'll just talk to me if only to keep me from losing my of my sanity. I know he's lonely... I hope he's still taking care of Fran... That he hasn't abandoned her... Does... he ever regret some of the things Quackity's done to me? I kinda... hope so... Maybe... I can ask him for a new book so I can write something for him to give to everyone... I just want to say sorry to them before I die here. Maybe... I should tell Sam about the coughing up Blood... But he might.. just yell... The Warden would yell... But.. I don't want him to have to deal with my corpse... What... if I do give up the book- no no I can't. I can't give him it- No I can't let him- I can't let them- Has The Warden even been eating... I wonder what he's been eating... Probably something better than potatoes... I wish I could have one of mom's porkchops... Does she try to visit? No no The Warden won't let anyone in. No one is allowed in... I... miss Sam's gentle voice...