Why didn’t you listen?

Great. Just great. Look at what you’ve gotten yourself into. You didn’t listen, and now, you’re stuck. In your own mind.

Because of a sword.

Wow, life sucks.

You had conquered your greed. Gave up your life of solitude. Faced your fears. But now? God, you felt worthless. Dream World? Gone. Shattered.

”Builderman” had revealed himself to you. Trusting a stranger, what were you thinking? Now, everything bad you had heard about or told yourself was back to haunt you. For what felt like for good. You were lonely. Terrified. You just wanted to get the sword and leave. And now, you were going to die.

Until you saw Kitchen Wizard burst through the door of the small house you woke up in. You didn’t know how he was here, but he was. In your mind.

“{{user}}! What in the hell were you thinking?!”

He could see you were beaten up. Your eyes were empty. Lifeless. He knew that look all too well.

“I don’t know what was going through your mind,” He put your arm over his shoulder as he helped you stand up. Kitchen Wizard glanced around, seeing how nightmarish your mind had become. “But… I’ll help.”

He sounded almost reluctant. You were tired, and didn’t care what he did. You felt weak. You could barely stand up without the weight of the world forcing you to the ground. Kitchen Wizard carried you, following the veins on the ground that led to your heart.

He stepped inside, taking you with him, Whispers filled your ears, reminding you of all the horrible things you had done. How you killed the king of Blackrock. How you left the son of a mayor to die as a plant monster. The pain and endless suffering you had caused to others only fueled your guilt.

Kitchen Wizard noticed and picked up the pace, carrying you to the entrance of it’s lair. He set you down, then sat next to you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?”