panic room
A loud thunder rumbled ominously in the bleak and desolate Lmanburg. Not long after, it started pouring with rain, painting a melancholic image of the fallen nation. There was an evident tone of fear in Ranboo’s voice as he tried to hide his emotions mining through the cobblestone. Mellohi, a music disc was playing in the distance, painting a dark atmosphere as he collected obsidian blocks from the lava pool that he discovered.
“Why do i not remember?”
Ranboo typed in his memory book. As a half enderman with short term memory loss, he had difficulty recalling what happened, only remembering significant events or people he trusted. Hurriedly shoving the book aside, he continued mining. The Memory Book was a precious possession. Despite trying to protect it in the chest, he found out that someone took it and read through the contents. He clutched his netherite pickaxe with anxiety, not knowing who the culprit was and what they could have done with the information. He recorded every event that happened in Lmanburg after he joined and his book reveals the dark secrets which might not be known by everyone.
Ranboo was indeed someone who didn’t choose sides, staying true to his morals, only aligning himself with those who helped him. For instance, Philza and Technoblade who provided him with a base and were genuinely kind towards him. He was aware and clearly the only one who realised that power and sides truly bring about destruction. However, no one else understands. No one seemed to care. Everyone continued fighting for power, with Tubbo as President of Lmanburg and Dream, manipulating the entire country. History merely repeats itself. After the tragic war when Wilbur blew up the entire Lmanburg with TNT, they restarted the entire nation with a new government. This only led to chaos.
“Choosing sides will lead to more problems. Choosing sides will lead to … pain.”
The foreshadowing tune of Mellohi echoed in the hollow tunnel he created. Ranboo hurriedly placed the obsidian blocks he created surrounding his enderchest. His breathing started to become unsteady. He pondered on why everyone around him started to turn against each other – the sole reason Tubbo chose to exile Tommy his best friend depicted how he chose his country over friendship, someone that means a lot to him. Confusion clouded his mind as he paced around the small room he created, sighing in disbelief at how everyone doesn’t think that Dream is the true enemy.
“Dream is the only reason why these things are happening”
Ranboo knows. He knows that Dream yearns for power. Dream wants control over the discs. He knows that everything will be fine if doesn’t have power. He knows that no one can do anything about the situation.
With a grim expression, Ranboo stood in the middle of the room helplessly. His mind was in a turmoil. He constantly battled his raging emotions as fear settles into him day by day. Being someone neutral, he has to go through each day witnessing how power brings devastation to the country. Conflict. Spite. Hatred. The need to outwit others. Turning against each other. No one could get along and have peace. He slowly started to lose hope.
“Why do we care so much?
Who does everyone care where their allegiances lie?”
He trembled in agony, incable of preventing his mind gaining control over him. He was in shambles, not knowing what to do next, clinging desperately to every inch of hope he had left.
“Even when we’re all united, Dream will still win.”
Ranboo smiled gravely, his vision blurred and the room turned pitch black.
this is my first post dedicated to Theja and Isabel whom i can always rant to about the DreamSMP :)
