Pandora's Vault

uh help me

my friend - she locked me in here

help

By EnderaMine

Part I Here: https://dreamteam.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000083080

Note: this story takes place after Wilbur's revival and before the Red Banquet.

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Walking around the SMP, Wilbur felt happy. It had been only a couple of days since his revival, and he was already making friends. Ender was a teenager from a small village with one goal: make his name known. Touring him around, they passed Snowchester, and Wilbur introduced Ender to Ranboo, Tubbo and MICHAEL.

After the tour of the SMP, Ender found a poster of an upcoming "Red Banquet". Ender had no idea what that was. Walking towards ItsAlyssa's home (which Wilbur had said he could stay in), Ender saw a man with yellow wings and a long scar walk towards the prison, a netherite ax in his hand. He acknowledged Ender, as if saying, "Do you have a problem with me?". Ender put his gaze down and walked into his house. Laying down on his four-poster bed, Ender wondered. Who was that man? What was he doing? And, could I have stopped him?

Hi! Not sure if I did it right, but here we go! (Please let me know if I did it correctly in the comments-)

I’m sorry.

Slash.

I’m sorry.

Whack.

I’m so sorry-

The pillow dummy seemed to explode in a flurry of feathers and cotton, snapping Eryn back to reality.

He lowered his sword.

Netherite would make his distractions too quickly over with, so for the past week, Eryn had carried a stone sword with him for his little… daily rituals.

One week ago, a boy named Tommy died in the prison.

The day before, Eryn and Tommy had fought.

I should’ve listened.

Tommy had come to Eryn uneasily, approaching him on the prime path that Tom had apparently built.

Tom had apparently done a lot of things when he wasn’t visiting Eryn.

“Eryn,” he had said. “Eryn, I need a favor.”

“Tomorrow… I’m meeting with Dream for the last time, in the prison.”

“And I was just wondering if you could… look over my base a little?”

Eryn was unsure about Tommy’s nervous attitude,but he had politely agreed.

But then things got messy.

“How could you say that, Eryn?”

Eryn set up another dummy.

“He tortured me, you —!”

He looked at his sword.

“Who’s side are you on? After everything?”

And attacked the enemy.

But now, there was no more sense of victory for killing his imaginary opponents.

Eryn had defended his best friend’s murderer.

Eryn had abandoned Tommy when he needed him the most.

He leaned against another woolen target, breathing in and out.

The sun was so hot. No clouds were in the sky anymore.

Eryn couldn’t remember the last time he drank water. It had been a day or two since he’d slept. It had been longer since he actually got a good few hours of rest, not just thirty minute feverish naps where nightmares plagued him.

Nightmares of green flashes and a little boy with blonde hair crying as a younger version of Eryn’s self sat beside him.

Eryn had not been able to sit beside his best friend when he really had needed him, though, and so Eryn could not forgive himself.

But as he began to arrange yet another dummy, he stiffened.

Green on the mountain ledge.

Bright, blinding flash of green.

Eryn immediately pulled out his sword.

“Who’s there?” he croaked, throat as dry as desserts.

It hurt to talk after so long.

But no-one responded.

Eryn frowned, but he saw it again.

A flash of green, and this time, more embodied, a haze of a figure.

Eryn gagged. He stumbled backwards.

No, thought the boy desperately.

No, no, no, no, no-

The figure flashed again, and then came closer this time.

It was Dream.

Eryn tripped as he scrambled backwards, but he quickly got up again, his eyes could only focus of the green haze that was coming closer-

Suddenly his feet slipped and stomach dropped and he realized he had fallen off the ledge.

He felt the air push against his body as he fell, and a sense of panic arose, and he sobbed desperately: he didn’t want to feel it when he hit the ground-

It was coming any second now-

The horrible crack that filled the air was not heard in Eryn's ears.

The rush of sharp fire was only half a second.

His spirit heaved, sobbing, but tears would not run down his face, his tear ducts too dehydrated-

But Death’s gentle hands grazed him, and he bit back his sobs.

She was upon him, after all.

He would not accept his fate, but at least he would see Tom again.

THANK YOU FOR READING :) !!! @Axolotey @Percyjacksonlover9729 I'm sorry it was so long :-:

So I'm hosting a contest! Whoever can give me the bast Pandora's Vault fanfic gets bragging rights! It doesn't matter if it's an AU or an OC story! Just make it cool, descriptive, and have my name on a ping by 9:00 PM EST tonight! Any takers? Please?

Here’s mine:

”YOU TOOK MY ARM! FOR A BOOK THAT DIDNT EVEN WORK SAM!”

We wait in the dark, our mind is captured

The clock goes tick, tick, like a timeless bomb

A book is opened to a page fractured

Like souls, dead, of a time once calm

We wait among voices and a warped smile

A sanctuary unsafe, I panic

I can no longer remember the vile

And haunting memories of times manic

They wish to shatter and destroy until

Everyone has turned against everyone

And the people matter less than the thrill

Of power – friendship wronged by the cock of a gun

We steal and we break in a daze

Under the ghastly gaze.

So like a week ago, Technoblade, Tubbo, and Eret saved Tubbo’s son MICHAEL, and Awesamedude was put in prison. Can someone add MICHAEL’s Rescue, and Awesamedude’s imprisonment and escape to the Dream SMP timeline?

Gotdanm

He deserves it after taking ranboo's final canon life (in my opinion)

If your on Chromebook (I am) I used Sumo Paint for this.

Part two: Feynix

(Btw, Dream is 21 and Feynix is 19)

Sam looks up from some documents as I enter the grim obsidian building. He is wearing his full netherite armor, and the strange green gas mask he always has on. I am not sure of its purpose, other than to prevent sickness, but even that seemed unusual. Mining fatigue is a very strange feeling I note in my head as I felt my muscles relax. Sam stands up and greets me, though his eyes are more apprehensive than anything. Is he nervous because of me? I curtsy back. I have to answer his security protocol questions in sign language, which he thankfully knows. My current residence is in Las Nevadas, I mostly live in SMP, and I have never been here before. "What will I be paid for my services?" I ask. Sam thinks for a moment, and we negociate my payment. Then I hand him the materials I brought. He checks them, then takes me through the security. “What am I going to be helping with?” I ask. “You’ll see.” Sam responds. That’s not ominous… He takes me to the lobby of the maximum security cell. “I need you to sign these.” he says, handing me a few waivers. I take them, read over them, and sign. Then he adds, “And this as well.” He gives me a different form in his handwriting. In a nutshell, it says, “Touch nothing, or face dire consequences, and do not tell anyone or anything about these proceedings, or face dire consequences.” Now, that’s definitely not ominous. However, I sign that as well. Satisfied, Sam turns away and flicks the lever to drain the lava from the cell. I can see Dream now. I moved to this server almost a year and a half after its creation, so most of the history I know is from books. I have had the honor of taking care of several of the war veterans and nation leaders, including a boy named Tommyinnit, who helped lead the L’manburg revolution, and was missing his middle finger. He’s only a year younger than I am. Now, I am meeting another historical figure, but this time a villain rather than a hero. But he doesn’t look villainous, with his bright orange uniform standing out in the purple-black cell and a chain pulling him back with only a few feet of free range. Sam whispers instructions to me and hands me my items. “Look him over and clean any cuts. If you need, you can remove the chain, but you need to attach his wrists or ankles. Be as fast as you can.” He hands me a key, and I step on the bridge. I am terribly confused. Is Dream harming himself? Why else would he have injuries? But how did he get his hands on a tool to use? Surely he would use it for a better purpose than to hurt himself. Dream stood. Once I step off the bridge hovering over the lava lake, I instantly notice several maladies. Dream is unhealthily pale from lack of sunlight, and his hands are starting to break out with open sores, likely from pellagra, but he is sitting upright, which is a good sign. Sam lets the lava down without another word, and the metal bars retract. It’s hot here. Dream looks me over, and I do the same. He looks about twenty-one, only two years older than me. Despite the unhealthy pasty tone of his skin and the nasty rash on his hands, he’s very handsome. What am I thinking? No, I’m 19. It’s normal to think someone is attractive. If I was actually attracted to this man, then I would be concerned. “What are you here for?” Dream asks. I do not answer. Sam told me that Dream does not know sign language. I merely sit down at Dream’s feet and begin unloading the items in my tote bag. Dream sits as well. “Do I know you?” I still give no answer. Finally he snaps, “Do you even talk?” Now I glance at him, think better of what I was about to do, and look back down at my items and shake my head. “You can’t?” He sounds confused. What’s so confusing about a mute girl? I shake my head again and hold out my hand, beckoning. He frowns, but gives me his arm. His arm has several deep wounds, most likely made from a sword or set of shears. Neither of which he could get his hands on. I cock my head to the side, glancing up at him, letting my eyes ask my question. He just looks away, his face going slightly red as he fiddles with his mask. I wouldn’t expect him to tell me. I grab several cotton balls and drench them in hydrogen peroxide. Then I count down in taps on his arm. Three taps, two taps, one tap. He doesn’t flinch as the stinging liquid touches his open cuts. White foam springs up. Bacteria. I’m not surprised. After covering each of the cuts on his arms and legs in a bandage, I reach up to remove his mask. I hesitate, but I need to see if he has open wounds underneath. It feels like an invasion of privacy. He allows me to remove the smiling mask, and I see several scars running down his face. What on earth? No matter. I carefully apply the cotton balls, then start packing up. I leave the bottle of milk. It won’t do much for his pellagra, and it does remove any status effects, but the fatigue returns too quickly for any damage to be done. In an attempt to communicate my intention, I point at the bottle, then run my fingers over his hand. I think he understood. Then I turn to the lava wall. Um, how am I supposed to tell Sam that I’m done? Then Dream stands and shouts, “Sam! That nurse you sent in is finished!” I jump slightly, then laugh. Or, I would laugh, but the noise doesn’t quite come out right. It never has. I say thank you in sign language. Even if he doesn’t know the sign, it’s easy to figure out in context. He smiles slightly. The lava drains and I step on the bridge, and it carries me back to the lobby. I sigh at the wave of cooler air that floods over me, and I unstick my damp hair from the back of my neck. I can’t imagine living in those conditions full time. Not just the tempature. Living in chains, locked in such a small room, not ever seeing the light or ever getting enough to eat? I would rather die. Sam and I walk back in silence, and I cannot contain my thoughts anymore. I grab Sam’s arm, stopping him. He glares at me and I demand, “Who did that to Dream? Why aren’t you stopping it? Those cuts were mostly new. Is it not your job to protect the inmates here and keep them healthy? That man has scars all over him and a horrible case of pellagra, and I didn’t see anyone doing anything about it until I came!” I didn’t realize I was so upset until the words sprung from my fingers. Sam doesn’t look at me as he starts walking. He merely mutters, “That is none of your concern.” “Hell if it isn’t! Tell me now! Did I not sign the waivers? I will not tell anyone of what I saw, but I do have the right to know!” I would have yelled. Sam sighs. “Fine. Quackity is torturing Dream for the revive book. I’m not going to stop him because Quackity is my ally. The only reason Dream is suffering from malnutrition is because that was the policy he set in place while building this prison for… someone else. That is all you need to know.” I grit my teeth but say nothing. Soon, I am riding back to Las Nevadas, my mind filled with the injustice of the world.

Part one: the awkward 3rd person pretext that's short and pretty undetailed b/c I wasnt gonna wait any longer to perfect it, and I'm really just trying to get to the first person stuff.

Feynix arranges the bottles in the medicine cabinet by their function. Painkillers, vitamins, sedatives… She has been working in the Las Nevadas hospital for some time now, (a little break from serving in SMP) and she thoroughly doubted almost anyone was truly aware of her existence, other than the employment manager who hired her. She is only a mute nurse after all, but then President Quackity walked in the doorway and standed in front of her. Feynix quickly curtsied. Quackity looked slightly less formal than Feynix had seen him before, with his hair more disheveled and clothes slightly wrinkled. Quackity inclined his head politely before saying, “Ms. Grey, Awesamdude wants you to come to Pandora’s vault. He needs a healer.” Quackity was not in the mood for pretext, but the bluntness of the order still shocked Feynix. However, Quackity gave no further instructions, so Feynix curtsied again and escorted herself to the servant’s quarters, quickly letting her blonde hair down from its practical bun. “Pandora’s Vault the prison? Why am I wanted there?” Feynix wondered as she dashed down the small hallway to her bedroom. The door creaked open to reveal her tote bag lying empty on a plain off-white bed, her personal medical items scattered across her dresser, and her few sets of clothing folded neatly in her beat-up suitcase. Feynix didn't know what she would be doing at the prison, so she packed all her basic materials in her large tote bag. Pain killers, rags, cotton balls, hydrogen peroxide, healing salve, bandages, apples, milk, water bottles, soap, and a few more things. Satisfied, Feynix stood up, and soon found a surly escort/bodyguard waiting for her outside her door. Walking outside of the servants quarters, Feynix was lead to the stables and mounted the horse the escort lead out for her. They rode several miles, Feynix admiring the beauty of the wilderness and cities they passed, until the horse stopped at the entrance to Pandora’s Vault. The escort jerked his head at the entrance, and Feynix took the cue to gracefully dismount and enter the portal.

Another DSMP OC that I never ended up using! Enjoy!

A ghost named Spec (short for specter)

• based on Awesamdude’s threat

“If you come here again I will kill you until you are completely dead and then I will hunt the ghost that remains”

• Their name was [redacted], but now that they’re a ghost, they go by Spec (short for specter)

• They flinch when anyone says their alive name.

• They are deathly afraid of creepers

• They can easily be sent into a panic attack when spooked

• They don’t remember anything from when they were alive other than what Sam did to them and their name

• Unlike Ghostbur or Boo, because they have the same memories as their alive (or rather, dead) counterpart and no recollection of the afterlife, they have a hard time believing that they are a different person. The name change was an attempt to try and hide their identity from Sam.

• Extreme paranoia 24/7

• They have a lot of scars from Sam. The most notable ones are:

-A detachable arm or an arm that just sort of floats in place of where it should be (haven’t decided which yet)

-A creeper face etched into their palm

-Lava burns running up their legs

-3 slices across their throat

• They have a pet cat that follows them everywhere. Her name is Angel.

• They’re constantly apologizing for literally everything

• They don’t have a set base and are constantly moving in fear of Sam finding them again OR they have a secret base hidden far away from the prison that they’ve told no one about (haven’t decided which yet)

Just like the last one, feel free to use this as inspiration for your own OC (with credit) since I'm probably never going to use this anyway.

(pt 1: https://dreamteam.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000073238 )

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((Part one btw: https://dreamteam.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000071729)

The Egg virus had quickly grown all over, but the farther it went from its place of origin, the weaker its effects were. The survivors realized this and quickly hid out near Techno’s place, where the virus was very unlikely to reach.

Eryn, who had been searching the lands to find Tommy, had no luck, and instead decided to take shelter within Techno and Phil’s Base.

After some time, it had been decided, as much as a poor decision it was, to also search Pandora’s Vault to see if Dream had survived. When they had drained out all the lava, they were surprised to find out that he had, indeed, survived.

They reluctantly brought him to Base, under the condition that he refrained from killing anyone. Tommy had already died, so Dream didn’t have much reason to kill anyone anymore, even with Ranboo, who he had a lot of arguments with.

The story begins when Dream has the sudden impulse to bring back Schlatt. Everyone else pretty much disliked Schlatt, and were against this idea. The only ones who weren’t were Foolish, Ranboo, and Eryn, however, this was only due to the fact they didn’t know Schlatt. Despite everyone saying Dream shouldn’t bring back Schlatt, he did anyways. The reason why he wanted to do this is unexplained.

This hurts.

Ever since Dream was in prison, Sam heard more and more what terrible things he actually did.

He never wanted anyone to suffer ever again, so he tried dealing with him all by himself.

He overworked himself just to protect Tommy and all the others.

He knew Dream was manipulative so he attempted to never feel emotions again.

He succeeded, which lead to him showing absolutely no remorse when he threatened people.

Quackity saw the emotional turmoil and used that to his advantage.

Sam has been desensitised to violence after spending so much time with Dream he doesn't know what's good or bad.

He used MICHAEL to probably force Ranboo into the prison and to take his armour off when they broke out.

His only objective is to keep the server safe from Dream, and if that means using hostages he will do so.

Quote: "SAM I LIKE YOU WHY DO YOU MAKE IT SO DIFFICULT"

@SorryThisUsernameIs here you go

(i'm in spain without the s)