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Content warning: Blood, Death, Manipulation, Violence
Ranboo was preparing food, when he heard rustling.
He didn’t think much of it, there were many rabbits around. Only when there were heavy footsteps above him did he tense. No one knew about this place, right?
He sighed and headed for the entrance. It was probably Dream, he was out hunting. Although he was usually quieter and came back later.
Ranboo was almost there when the small piston door opened on its own. But that wasn’t possible, surely?
He didn’t get a good look at his attacker, only a flash of green before he was lying on his stomach with a sword to his back.
“Where is Ponk.” Ranboo didn’t recognise the voice at all, and he wondered if it was one of Dream’s tests. He’d do that sometimes, just throw a situation at him and expect him to act accordingly. Usually Ranboo succeeded.
What would Dream want him to do here?
“We’re looking after him.”
“Who is we?” the voice hissed.
“Me and a friend. Why are you here?”
“You are hardly in a position to bargain.”
“I am. From what I can tell, you want to know where Ponk is. I know that, so if you kill me you won’t find him.”
“I have my ways. Answer. The. Question.”
“?⍀⍜⍜⎅ ⟒⊑⏁ ⋏⟒⌿⍜ ⎍⍜⊬ ⎅⟟⎅ ⍙⍜⊑” That genuinely intrigued him.
The blade to his spine shifted. “What?”
“⊬⍀⍀⍜⌇” Seemed like Dream didn’t understand that.
“Alright. Can you speak slowly?”
So Dream wanted to know it. “?⍀⍜⍜⎅ ⟒⊑⏁ ⋏⟒⌿⍜ ⎍⍜⊬ ⎅⟟⎅ ⍙⍜⊑”
“No, English.”
“Sorry. How did you open the door?”
“It’s redstone. Just a quick rewire and it’s done.”
“You said yourself you don’t know redstone that well and you needed to ask Sam to teach you. What do you mean?”
Dream tensed, which was unusual. “You have me mixed up with someone else.”
“No I don’t. Stop lying.”
“Okay. Who am I? Be honest.”
“You’re Dream, who else? No one knows about this place.”
“Alright.” Ranboo heard the sword being put back into the sheath and took the chance.
He turned and jumped straight into the green man, shoving him against the wall and grabbing a dagger from a table.
Only when he already had the small knife at his throat did he get a proper look at the person.
It was Sam. Warden Sam. Ranboo nearly dropped his weapon. What was he doing here?
“Why are you here,” he growled, baring his fangs.
“I told you, I’m looking for Ponk. I didn’t lie once.”
“Why?” He pressed down the dagger and it drew blood.
Sam’s gaze flitted around the main part of the cave. “Could you maybe get the dagger off my throat?” he whispered.
“Put your weapons down, then I might.”
“My weapons are down.” He wasn’t wrong.
“Out of your reach.” Ranboo was quite proud of how much control he had over his voice now.
He briefly took the dagger off as Sam unbuckled his sheath and threw it to the other side of the cave.
“Good boy. Sit down too.”
“I’d prefer to stand, if that’s okay,” Sam mumbled. He seemed nervous for some odd reason.
“Okay. But behave.” He waited until Sam nodded. “Why are you looking for Ponk?”
Sam’s answer was cut off by his friend coming home.
“⎅⟒⎐⍜⌰⟒⏚ ⊬⋔ ☍☊⏃⏚ ⋔’⟟”
Wish me luck for tomorrow please
