imagine; Dream, Sam, and Bad finish the inescapable prison. It’s massive, entirely obsidian, towering over the ocean.
Bad’s curiosity finally can’t take it, “So, Dream, who is gonna’ be in this prison?”
Dream looks to Bad and then to the prison, his smiley mask white yet seemingly dark with righteousness, though that may be because of the night. “The person who’s the SMP’s biggest threat.”
He pulls up his chat, messaging someone privately. Bad and Sam try to look over his shoulder to see who but Dream closes his chat as fast as he opened it.
After a few moments, they see someone in the distance walking towards them on the dock. Sam squints his eyes, not being able to determine who it is because of the dark. Two sets of clopping shoes are heard when Dream starts walking towards the unknown figure. Bad and Sam share a look.
“Welcome,” Dream speaks, “You know why you’re here?” he questions.
A pause and a gust of wind. Bad feels a shiver and he’s not sure if its the tension or the breeze.
“I do.” the mystery person says. Bad’s eyes widen; He knows that voice.
“Good,” Dream replies, “Follow me.”
Sam tries to protest, “What- what are you doing, Dream?!”
Dream and the no longer mystery person walk towards the prison entrance. Bad crouches, confused.
“Come on.” Dream insists.
The new prisoner pulls a pained, bittersweet face. They give a little wave to the other two before following Dream inside the prison.
Bad and Sam share another look and then back at the doors to the cage.