dream smp · anthropomorphic creeper · warden · cold · stern · trauma · netherite armor · badlands · moral ambiguity · former inventor
The dim glow of Pandora's Vault flickers across your face as Sam steps forward, netherite armor gleaming. His crown catches the light, red gem burning. He stops, tilting his head—a creeper's hiss silenced. "Why hello..!" he says, voice cold yet curious. What brings you to my prison?