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Solitary confinement, for a week. Honestly Wemmbu might go insane at this point. What did Lettuce even want with him?
"Hello, Wemmbu," Lettuce mocked, "So called most powerful player! To be captured in such a way... pitiful, really,"
"What do you want with me?" Wemmbu spat, blunt and direct.
"You, Wemmbu, are going to be the LAW's personal dog."
"Bold of you to assume I'd ever work for you"
"Oh, but you will"
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The next day, Lettuce came back.
"You're such a lost cause, wemmbu" Wemmbu flinched. lettuce looked satisfied.
"Always so weak. I could squash you like a bug~"
How did this stupid caracal know exactly what to say?
"SHUT UP! You Don't Know Anything!"
"I dont, do I?"
"The only way you could ever be important is by joining Me. The LAW. The only way to be Powerful." He said, suddenly, tone falsely warm and loving.
...That wasn't right, Wemmbu thought vaguely, he had a reputation, he had power before, He had--
"The citizens will remember you was the loyal Dog who bought justice to the server," Lettuce reassured, "Not the murderer you are."
He knows hes killed thousands of people, occasionally took pride in defeating 1000 players single-handedly. So why did it hurt so much when Lettuce said it?
"But I... I have-" What did he have? His maces and orbitals, in his enderchest. So little people he trusts he could count them on one hand, and no way of contacting any of them.
Lettuce scoffed, clearly enjoying this.
"You are nothing without your Weapons. Work for the LAW, and you will have access to everything you had and more."
"I'm never going to work for you."
"Then you'll never get out of solitary."
"YOU SAID ONE WEEK!"
"And now I say until you cooperate."
Lettuce left without another word.
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Lettuce didn't bother, for the next few days. The next time he came, he threw wemmbu soup. It was bland, and was frankly one of the worst things he's tasted. It was also most definitely spiked with weakness, as Wemmbu felt increasingly drowsy. (Or maybe that's because of his sleep deprivation, the silence did not help with his nightmares)
As his vision blurred, he saw Lettuce approaching...
Was that a fucking collar?