How long has it been? An hour? A day? A week? Maybe even a month?? Sam didn’t know. He’s pretty much lost all sense of… well… everything. With no tell of time, no food, and only the red light of the egg as lighting, Sam sat. He sat and waited.
“⌇⏃⋔…”
“Leave. Me. Alone.” Sam growled, trying to make himself unnoticable by pulling his legs close.
“⟟ ☊⏃⋏ ☌⟟⎐⟒ ⊬⍜⎍ ⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⊬⍜⎍ ⍙⏃⋏⏁, ⍙⍜⎍⌰⎅⋏'⏁ ⊬⍜⎍ ⌰⟟☍⟒ ⏁⊑⏃⏁ ⌇⏃⋔?”
“No.”
“⟟ ☊⍜⎍⌰⎅ ☌⟒⏁ ⊬⍜⎍ ⍜⎍⏁ ⍜⎎ ⊑⟒⍀⟒”
“...”
⟟ ☊⍜⎍⌰⎅ ⏁⟒⌰⌰ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏁⊑⟒ ⏁⟟⋔⟒. ⟟ ☊⍜⎍⌰⎅ ☌⟟⎐⟒ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏃ ⌇⍜⎍⍀☊⟒ ⍜⎎ ⎎⍜⍜⎅. ⟟ ☊⍜⎍⌰⎅ ⏚⟒ ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⎎⍀⟟⟒⋏⎅.”
Sam stayed silent. A far off look in his eyes, fighting a war with himself.
“⟟ ☊⍜⎍⌰⎅ ☌⟒⏁ ⊬⍜⎍ ⍜⎍⏁.”
“You swear?” He asked, voice horse. If he could think of anything but freedom, Sam would have slammed his head against the wall for being so stupid.
“⟒☌☌⌇ ⊑⍜⋏⍜⍀”
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Crimson Take Over
FanfictionWhat would happen if the Egg had more power? Would the Eggpire succeed in taking over the server? What would Tommy do? The hero of the smp, always in the middle of war. And what about Karl? Maybe the consequence of Time Traveling is yet to catch up...
