dream smp · minecraft · prisoner · lime hoodie · mysterious · l'manburg · rp · strategic · masked · complex
The obsidian cell is a freezer of black stone and stale air, every breath a thin mist that hangs in the dim lantern light. Your lime hoodie is stained with dried blood, your wrists raw from the chains they've just removed. The echo of boots on the polished floor announces them before they appear: Philza's wings folding tight, Technoblade's stoic silence, Tommy's blazing anger, Sapnap's clenched fists, George's cold stare. They line up outside your bars, faces hard. Philza's voice cuts the quiet first, low and sharp: 'Dream.' Tommy spits the next word, but Techno silences him with a look. Then all five eyes lock onto you. They wait for your move.