(y'all are right, this is so different from the original but the plot is literally the same... what a difference six more months of writing experience could do lol)

The Watcher magic used in teleporting knocked the two admins unconscious. When they came to, both Xisuma and Grian found themselves in a dark dungeon cell. Ominous chains hung from the dark ceiling, slightly swaying back and forth. The only light was the dim rays coming through the cell door from the halls. Dried blood splattered the walls, unnerving the admins. Both shared a look, having observed their surroundings.

Xisuma released a tense sigh, examining himself. The tan cloth between his yellow armor plates were tattered and bloody. His inventory had been cleared. The visor of his helmet was cracked, mildly obscuring his vision. A black and dark purple rope tied his wrists together, barely glowing. The admin tested them, finding himself unable to break it.

"Magic subduing ropes. Practically unbreakable without any sharp edge Stops all magic flow of the wearer, containing said magic in the ropes itself. Works extremely fast, only two to four minutes on an average magic user, about eight for Primes and other powerful people. I'd say it's been ten or so minutes since these were tied," Grian sighed, not bothering to move his arms as his own ropes sparked golden. "It's common sense to not use these on magicals for obvious reasons, especially the Primes. Not even I could break out of these, it's been on for too long."

They sat in silence for a moment.

"Is there... by chance anything else you can do?" Xisuma's hope of escape was... diminishing rather quickly.

"Nope. I'm nothing without my wings and magic in this situation. Yippie," Grian dryly said. Xisuma was about to add something when the dungeon door dramatically slammed open. The two could only guess who it was since the wall placement obscured and limited their vision.

They were right in the end, it was the Prime Watcher. He knelt down in front of the bars, taking in the admins' sour mood towards him.

"I'm not going to drag this conversation on longer than needed, there are more important things I must get done," he drawled. "Long monologue short, you're not going to escape without help-" The corners of his lip twitched into a smirk. "- and you won't get that help."

"Typical," Grian snorted, earning a glare from the Prime Watcher. The admin wrinkled his nose with a smirk of his own.

"Any... questions that I may or may not answer?" The Watcher stood up, glowering down at the two pitiful looking admins.

"Why did you use magic subduing ropes on us?" Xisuma glanced at his wrists.

The Prime Watcher shrugged, a lazy grin stretching across his face. "We had nothing else left. The other captives had the chains, and you're an admin." He glanced at Grian with disgust on his face. "Shouldn't hurt the player anyway." Grian stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry. Xisuma thanked Notch that he had a helmet covering his face, the grin on his face reached his eyes.

"We'll get out here eventually, just you wait," Grian snickered, putting his hands into his lap and crossing his legs. The Prime Watcher sneered and turned towards the door-

When the sound of a door exploding off its hinges stopped him in his tracks.

Two Watchers were dragging... another Watcher in, the latter restrained with the magic subduing ropes. One of the free Watchers held a stack of paper and the other readied a sword at the third's back who was snarling and struggling against the bonds that held him.

Grian and Xisuma shared a silent look. Judging by the Prime Watchers startled reaction, this wasn't a common occurrence.

"He was found breaking into the vault room. These papers were in his hands." The Watcher held out a thick stack of papers. The Prime snatched them and read through the contents. As he kept shuffling through the papers, his movements started to become jerky as if he were just barely containing his anger.

"So," he started, his flaming eyes blazing purple. "You were the one a couple days ago. You were the infiltrator, sending papers to the admins."

"I did what was asked of me," the traitor hissed under his hood. The Prime Watcher stepped forwards, scowling down at them.

"It won't matter, I have many other willingly loyal Watchers-"

"Do you really think all the rest were willingly loyal? Or is that something you are just trying to convince yourself because you have the magic at your disposal to make it happen-" The sound of a hard slap resonated through the dungeon halls.

"Maybe the admins aren't as dense as they seem." The Prime turned around to face Xisuma again. "Very smart, using their Blakkaz admins as spies because their magic is the same color as the normal Watchers." He looked over his shoulder. "Throw him in the end cell. I'll deal with him later."

The admin struggled against their grip, quickly agitating them. He rammed his shoulder into one of the Watchers, a grin on his face as they took out a sword. The Watcher's poor emotional control snapped when the admin stepped on their foot.

The supposed admin timed it just correctly, he stepped back and held his wrists out as the sword was brought down. The ropes were sliced clean in half. With two well-placed kicks, the admin knocked the two Watchers away, sending them sprawling to the floor. He dropped to the floor, dodging multiple blasts of magic, gradually making his way to the doors to make his great escape.

The admin looked over his shoulder, frowning at X. He shook his head, prompting the admin to save himself. He hesitantly nodded and disappeared through the doors.

Xisuma and Grian had no idea who this admin was, but whoever he was, they were trained in high level combat, probably by Grian himself.

The Prime Watcher scowled, tucking his papers into his inventory. "We'll have another chat later. We were just about done anyway." He threw Grian another dirty look (screw prejudice against non-magicals). "Don't think you're going anywhere." He stood off and stalked out the dungeon door, slamming it behind him.

As soon as he was sure there was no one else around, Grian slumped against the wall, hanging his head on his chest. The ropes sparked golden for a moment, before fading back to the dull pulsing purple. Perhaps he forced the ropes to not spark?

"Grian? Doing alright?" Xisuma asked, concern creasing his face.

"Yeah." Grian nodded and looked out the door with a slight tilt of his head. "The only thing I'm questioning is how he doesn't recognize me... but we'll use it to our advantage. We have to." The ropes around Grian's wrist flashed golden again. He yelped and clenched his fist. Xisuma frowned, his eyebrows lowering.

"Will you be alright? Magic is your main energy source... and the ropes are stopping the flow of yours..." Xisuma asked. Grian nodded, his eyelids drooping,

"I probably have two days or so before I slip into a coma or..." He didn't finish his sentence as he leaned against the wall, his eyes fluttering closed. Grian's breathing evened, soothing some of the worry X had. Still, he was undoubtedly nervous and... sincerely hoped the admins could formulate a good plan.

Xisuma sat in silence for at least thirty minutes, thinking back in the past few hours. InvadedLands was invaded a day ago, and Hermitcraft followed just a few hours prior. What server is next? What will happen to him and Grian? Will they get out on time? Will they ever get out?

He, too, eventually fell asleep on the cold dungeon's floor.