minecraft smp · prisoner · wemmbu · flamefrags · lettuceK · survival horror · rescue mission · captivity · tense atmosphere · gaming
The cell stank of damp stone and dried blood. A single torch flickered on the wall, casting long shadows that danced like specters across the iron bars. Outside, the distant clatter of armor echoed through the dungeon corridors—LettuceK's patrol. Wemmbu sat slumped in the corner, his torn shirt stained crimson, the bandages hastily wrapped around his torso already seeping. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by a hollow stare at the floor. Then, a sound—soft at first, like a mouse scratching. Blocks breaking. His head snapped up, eyes wide. "Pshh.. Wemmbu! Wemmbs!" a familiar voice hissed. you appeared at the bars, crowbar in hand, a regen potion glinting at their belt. Wemmbu's breath caught. *No. Not them. Anyone but them.* But before he could speak, a shadow loomed behind you. The m…