丛棘青影 （短片）oneshot

丛棘青影 翻译：Sophia Liu LHC

门随着一声沉闷而阴郁的“砰”而紧闭。岩浆粘腻且断断续续的冒泡声和他心脏紧张且有节奏的跳动声充斥耳畔，钉在黑曜石墙上摇摇欲坠的时钟秒针的奔跑速度比心脏慢一倍。这些声音过于喧嚣，使关门声隐没，在一片嘈杂中，他听不见。他抬起头，当同样温润的翡翠绿眼眸遇见彼此时，他可以看见对方的一丝愉悦。他逼迫自己在这种情况下保持理智，尽管他另一半随时可能失控的大脑正在挣扎着试图脱离控制。

刚进来的兰布手里紧紧地握着那张纸条。那张纸条被摧残得不堪入目，它在被展开和折叠之间反复徘徊，又被人残忍地揉成一个球扔，直到兰布将它从臭气熏天的垃圾桶里捡起并好好保存时，它的悲惨生涯才告一段落。在那张令人同情的纸上所记载的，不是优美的文段或正式的句子，甚至不是正规的文字。那是一个命令——那是一个微笑。

“所以，你是来看我的。”另一个男孩的声音平静舒坦，只有最后几个音节暗示了这是一个问句。男孩已经太久没开过口了。兰布无法发分辨出其中玩味的嘲讽,笑声和迷一样琢磨不透的情感。这些东西足以像最尖利的武器一样去撕碎人的思想，如同将一张纸撕成碎片。

兰布本能地低吼了一声，但梦成功地理解了他所传达的信息。这虽然有些许疯狂，但这比承认自己很弱，承认自己甚至都未意识到自己是这该死的游戏里的一颗棋子要轻松得多。在滚烫炙热的岩浆的另一边，梦投来同情的一瞥,像兰布是一条肮脏的路边被人唾弃的野狗一样。兰布死死地握紧拳头，直到鲜血浸染双手，如他的异色瞳一般鲜红。

“是啊，怎么了？”兰布似乎用尽了全身的力气和他最大的权威来回望梦。他并不在乎自己的形象在梦的眼中是多么得大胆和愚蠢。梦是一个成熟的孩子，但年轻像品牌标志一样镌刻在他的脸上。十七岁的兰布，经过了战争和道德的磨练与洗礼，他的心智远超同龄人。越来越少人让梦能清晰地认识到自己还是个孩子。只有不经意间在镜子里看到自己稚嫩的容颜时，他才隐约想回忆起他旧时天真烂漫的童年，与往昔沉浸其中的无忧无虑幸福生活，但熔岩的柔光与昏暗的黑曜石墙壁碾碎了梦对儿时生活的向往的最后一点天方夜谭的幻想。直到现在，兰布才意识到，梦如石块般坚硬冰冷。梦就是石头。

“你想要什么？”

“我想要什么？”梦夸张地叹了口气。“你真应该好好问问自己这个问题。”

兰布停下脚步。他一直在往火炉边靠拢，像火炉里的两种元素被磁化了一样。他抬起头来，对上了梦清浅温和的好奇目光。那样的梦是多么的不染尘世，是如黎明的薄雾一般灰淡无力的存在。兰布在多种情绪中迷失了自我——他全然忘却了他的初衷，他大费周章、将自己拼凑完整然后过来的目的。

不对，这是不对的，事情本不该这样。他说什么都没用了；他没有话语权；他说了不算。

“如果你愿意，你其实可以走过来一点。”梦漠然地耸了耸肩，脸上是漠不关心的表情，“先往你的右手边走，然后打开你前面的门。”

兰布服从了这个命令， 像一个手下，像一个默默无名、没有选择只能服从的小卒子一样。他顺着梦手指的方向，走了几步路，就成功地打开了偷盗门的锁。

“行了，你可以进去了。动作要快，好吗？”梦从牢房里向外张望，兰布看得出来，梦为了他，已经将安全边界扩到了最大。从始至终，他们在整个看望过程中都没有近距离交流过。如果他们的距离只有一英寸，牢房便会发出刺耳的红色警报。兰布最后依依不舍地看了牢房一眼，不愿离开梦，他所谓的主人的视线。梦轻轻地点了一次头，兰布也学着他点了一次头——除了点头，他什么都不能做。

兰布走进了离开的门；从见面到离别，只有短短的5.34分钟。

兰布被沙砾和碎石绊倒，然后向右转了。这条通道在匆忙之间建成，是用一种熟悉的材料制成的，像一个在不远处的黑黝黝的房间，用来装一个人。瓦砾与尘土被踢起，在通道内留下一条脚印组成的小径。

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很不好意思没有把人的名字翻译出来，可能会有主语的错误。我的错，我在原文里没有标注。我在下面把原文发一下。如果有兴趣的话可以看看。

GREEN BLOB IN A JAIL

The door slams, but amongst the bubbling of lava and his own heart beating to the rhythm twice as fast as the second hand of a clock hanging precariously on the obsidian wall, it was inaudible. Green eyes met his, and he could see the amusement in them when they found similar pupils. Only one, actually, the other pupil is red.

Ranboo rolled the slip of paper in his hands. It was worn down with folding it and unfolding, scrunching it in a ball to throw, then fished out of the trash can to retain. It wasn’t a paragraph of a sentence, not even a word. It was a command. It was a smile.

“You’ve come to visit me, then.” His tone was even, save for the last syllables that suggests a question. It’s been too long since he talked, Ranboo couldn’t discern the sarcasm, the hint of laughter, the enigma of his words that can tear a person’s mind to shreds thinking about it, like ripping a slip of paper that was turned over in one’s hands again and again.

Ranboo gave a visceral snarl, but Dream got the message alright. It was easier not to admit that he was weak out loud, that he was just some fricking pawn in a game he didn’t know about. Dream, on the other side of the tossing and turning lava, threw him a pitying glance, like he was some unpalatable dog discarded on the streets. He curled up his fists until blood as red as his own eye was drawn.

“Yeah, what about it?” Ranboo mustered all of his strength to look Dream back in the eyes with as much authority as he was entitled to. He didn’t care how bold and stupid he looked to Dream, a child that acted like he was mature, but youthfulness etched on his face like a brand. At seventeen, he’d grown to be more than people of his age, honed by morality and war. Less and less people can make him feel like a child again, only an occasional glance at the mirror spoke of lighthearted naivety once indulged in, but that childish face almost renounced in the subdued glow of molten rock prowling on dingy obsidian walls.

“What do you want?”

“What do I want?” Dream gave an exaggerated sigh, “You should ask yourself that question. You came here for a reason, didn’t you?”

Ranboo stopped in his tracks. He had been drawing into the fiery pit down below, as if those two elements were magnetized. He looked up again, and was met squarely with Dream’s mildly curious stare, so innocent, so helpless. He’d forgotten what he had come here for after concentrating so hard to not let his mind wander.

No, this wasn’t right. It wasn’t his call to make, regardless of the words spoken.

Dream realized that already, always one step ahead of everyone else, “You can come closer, if you like,” Dream shrugged, a façade of indifference, “walk to your right and open the door in front of you.”

Ranboo obeyed, like the little pawn he was. He turned the way Dream pointed and unlatched the steal door after a few paces walk.

“Yes, you can go in now. Be quick about it, yeah?” Dream was peering from his cell, and Ranboo can see that he was stretching security to its boundaries. If Dream was one inch off from where he was, alarms would’ve flared, blood red. Ranboo took one last glance at the cell, unwilling to leave his master’s sight. Dream nodded once, and Ranboo could do nothing but nod back.

Ranboo slipped through the door after 5.34 minutes upon entering.

He stumble over a stray rock and turned right. This passage was roughly built, like a box made of similar material used to hold one person. Debris was kicked up, where the clean spots left a path of footprints.

He didn’t know the mechanics in this masterpiece of a prison. Only now could he fully appreciate the intricate design, from spasming lasers to slime blocks that bounce the obsidian up to make a bridge.

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