SHAMBLES! DREAMxFEM!READER

XXII - L I G H T!

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TW- PROFANITY/BLOOD/VIOLENCE
(also goes over claustrophobia in detail)

WC- 1786
(passed the 3 hr mark WOOP!)

--(Y/N) POV---

"Boots!" I exclaim joyfully as I pull out a pair of diamond boots from the chest I was peeping through. Diamond encrusted boots that are two sizes too big for me will do better than the slush I have on right now. As I slip them on my feet, Tommy gives me a quick glance. "I never knew bigfoot was real, but it's standing right in front of me now," he says as he turns back to his chest, throwing out a bag. With a large clank, the bag meets the surface. And when the bag hits the surface, it opens slightly revealing a shiny black metal. A metal with more value than diamonds themselves. A metal created with the oldest debris in the nether, along with some gold ingots. Netherite, a metal that makes diamond armor stronger than ever.

"Tommy!" I shout running over to him. I swore to myself to not yell for the chances of anyone being in the surrounding area, but I couldn't help it. "Tommy, that's netherite. Seven fucking pieces of it too!" I count as I lift the semi-heavy bag into my side pocket.

"Yeah! Look what I also found," Tommy directs me over to one of the other open chests. To my surprise, it's all the potions Tubbo made. I look at the variety of potions, then at Tommy. At our quick glance, we drop our bags to the ground and begin placing the potions in them. We need to be careful now. We can't make much noise to alert anyone or cause too much movement to break the potions. It would suck to have a 'middle of the night explosion' on our bags. One small mixture gone wrong and our spines will not see the light of day ever again.

After we fill our bags carefully with the potions, Tommy looks back over to me. "Are there any more of those shoes?" He asks. Every second spent in here is another second fearing for our backs. Every second... It's like I can hear the ticking of a clock, inching its way to strike a new hour. Inching its way to strike a new movement.

The room grew quiet with Tommy's gaze glued to me waiting for an answer. The silence is too quiet. It's never this quiet. Maybe it's because we are located in a small room in the middle of a mountain? No, there's always a movement of some sort whether it's from a human or mother nature.

A snap wakes me from my broiling mind. This doesn't feel right. We need to leave, now.

I quickly slam the chest I was once searching through. "Tommy we need to leave this place," I ordered after hurriedly pacing around the small room.

"But why, (Y/N)?" Tommy asked in a rather annoyed tone. "This place has all we need for the war! We can be stacked."

I smacked Tommy's hand from the chest he looked back to after his statement. "Tommy small rooms don't feel right, we need to leave now." I am now pleading, begging even. Small rooms have never given me a good feeling, there's always something off with them. You're trapped in a small space if a creature or a person comes in to attack you. The next second, you are laying on the floor with a pool of your own blood surrounding your lifeless body. Death doesn't scare me, but small rooms do. Sounds pathetic, but I have valid reasoning.

"Tommy, please!" I beg, pulling his sleeve as I try to keep my cool. Children have a mind of their own at this age. The age of rebellious acts and not listening to anyone. The mindset of being above everyone and directing themselves down the path they want most. It's selfish, but it's life. Now is not a perfect time for this mindset to kick in though. I can feel another presence within ours. I sound like a psycho but I can feel it within my blood. Or am I just really claustrophobic? Either or, it's best to be safe rather than sorry.