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It's been three days since Div was put in this prison. As he sits on the floor, leaning against the wall, all Div can do is think.
And think he does. He thinks about everything that he's tried. And clearly, he's tried everything, or he'd have a new plan by now.
On day one, he tried talking to Sugar to convince her to give him something he could use to try that trick he'd done before, in the cave. When the andesite had glitched into existence, but stayed in his inventory.
Unfortunately, Soda had come in and sent Sugar away right before she could do anything, sending Div a hate-filled look as she did so.
Why she'd done that, Div doesn't know. It's not like he's done anything WRONG to any of them. Except maybe be better than them.
Then, he'd sent Pika and Saturn a message to ask for help, but when he checked back a few minutes later, his message board was glitched out and he couldn't see any old or new messages from anyone, not even the admins. Div doesn't know how they'd managed to do THAT, but there's nothing he can do about it.
Of course, if they saw the message, they're obviously on their way or thinking of a plan. They'd never leave Div alone in here when they could save him!
Next, he'd tried talking to Doskal, but that didn't work at all. Doskal isn't half as incompetent as everyone led Div to believe, and eventually, he just closed the window for a full hour.
Doskal can't be very socially bright, or he'd have let Div out. Div is very charismatic, he knows.
With no items on him or any way to sleep without a bed, Div had just sat there unguarded throughout the entire night, unable to think of a plan.
In the morning, exhausted and slightly loopy, he'd tried to break obsidian. With mining fatigue on. With his bare hand.
It wasn't the smartest idea, he'll admit, but he was tired and not thinking clearly! If Div had slept the night before, he could've come up with a plan easily! He's smarter than everyone else here.
His captors had gathered near his window for a full ten minutes while he tried to do that, laughing.
"If you manage to break out, you can just go!" Sorta had snickered.
They'd left after he'd given up, sitting back down with nothing to show for it but a bruised hand, cradling it close to his chest.
After sitting there for several more hours, he'd thought of one thing he could try. His stomach was already rumbling and they didn't seem to have any plans to give him food. They obviously couldn't have him at full power, or he'd beat all of them, and that's clearly why they didn't give him anything to eat.
His old prison was easier to escape from, and his spawn point was still there.
So, he did the obvious thing and ran back and forth until his stomach cramped, and he collapsed onto the ground, holding his stomach and groaning in pain, watching as his hunger bar ticked down to zero.
Ha! That'll show everyone else he's smarter than them.
And poof! He died in a puff of smoke, reappearing back in the old prison, where the door was open, and- oh.
Dekas, Sorta, and Pork were standing there, gathering some last items from the place. They brought him back pretty quickly and forced him to set his spawn in a new bed in his prison.
Which wasn't all bad, considering now he has a place to sleep! But they still haven't given him any food, and even if he doesn't need to eat, he still feels the hunger.
His last hope was just... leaving the server.
He'd pulled up his menu, and his "Disconnect" option was just... gone. He couldn't leave. He CAN'T leave.
After that, Div's ideas just ran dry.
All he can do now is hope Pika and Saturn come to save him.
He hears a group of people come into the room outside his cell and looks up, hoping (stupidly) that it's Pika and Saturn, despite the fact that there are way too many footsteps.
It's not, of course. It's his captors. They gather in front of his window, and Sorta speaks.
"We've been hired to keep you here forever. They're paying us really well, so... unless you can somehow come up with enough money to rival their pay, you're staying here."
Div sighs and buries his head in his knees. He can't, and they know it.
Honestly, they should just let him out because he's better than them, but everybody likes to pretend like that's not true for some reason.
"Even if we're getting paid, this is for the betterment of the server," Soda insists. "Nobody likes you. Why you still have two friends is beyond MY comprehension."
Div flinches. It's true, he supposes. But he doesn't really think he's a big enough asshole to deserve THIS.
"Soda!" Sugar gasps. "That's not nice! That's super mean!"
Soda rolls her eyes. "Oh, calm down, Sugar. He's not a good person."
"But- but he could change!" Sugar insists.
Soda snorts. "People like HIM never change. Just... come on, Sugar. Let's go find some flowers or something."
Div rolls his eyes. Like he needs to change, he's not the one who spawn camped and kidnapped a guy.
Sugar perks up at the mention of flowers. "Oh, okay!" she chirps, following Soda out the door.
The others watch them go, then turn back to Div, who's moved only enough to pull his butterfly clip off and fiddle with it.
Before he knows what's happening, the door is opened, and Pork takes his clip from his hands, leaving before Div can so much as stand up.
"Wha- give that back!" Div cries, bolting upright and reaching through the bars. "Why would you take that?!"
Div has never been so terrified before. That butterfly clip was all he had anymore! It was worth more than the entire server to him!
"Uh, Nav also paid us to bring this to her," Pork shrugs. "Proof or a trophy or something, I don't really know."
"Don't take my butterfly!" Div pleads. "Please, give it back!"
"Hmm... nah!" Dekas pretends to think.
Sorta turns to leave, gesturing to Doskal to guard Div as the other three left.
"No, stop!" Div strains hard, pushing his arm through the bars, hoping to grab just enough of Pork's armor to pull him back.
Doskal pushes him back, hard. Div lands on the floor, yelping in pain.
He manages to stand up rather quickly, but the three have already left.
Div sobs, hoping beyond hope that Pika and Saturn make it soon, before his butterfly is gone forever.