"You're welcome." She writes up this agreement and then signs it, and hands over the book to Sam. Then it's on to the next, which is thankfully more reasonable for her.

"In the event of security protocol taking place while I am within the bounds of the maximum security cell, I hereby acknowledge that I could potentially be locked within the cell for up to 7 days, or until the security issue is resolved. ... Uh, presumably the shorter time period of those, yeah? Maximum of seven days, minimum however long it takes to resolve the security issue?"

"Ideally, but it depends on the severity of the security issue. Our longest lockdown was nine days."

"Oh, okay. Uh, with the caveat that I am able to teleport out at any time, and that regardless of if I do or not, I could make another body and operate it elsewhere without even leaving, I agree." Name, sign. "Probably I'll just politely ask if I can teleport myself out and go about my day, though. Or if you need help with the security issue."

"Making another body and operating it elsewhere would not present a security issue unless you were using it to interfere with the prison or help the prisoner escape. I do not think teleporting would present more of a security issue than your existence already does but I would want to think about it.

Do you have fire resistance or do you need a potion for it?"

"That's fair. I'll ask before teleporting out, and go with the other body option first. Uhhhhh potion, I haven't bothered to figure it out yet and incentives say I shouldn't try to do it right now on principle. Though the potion might cause me to immediately know how to do it later, fair warning."

"Come stand inside this little room at the end with the shroomlight." She's trapped in; potion is splashed; she's no longer trapped in. "Now come stand on the front honey block." (The front honey block is touching the Wall Of Lava.)

She goes where she's told to!

(Yep, she totally knows how to make herself completely resistant to fire, now. Oops?)

"Alright, don't move."

And the honey block will start moving! Through the lava she goes. Wow that's a lot of lava.

On the other side, there's a bit of water and some stairs leading up. At the top of the stairs is... another lava wall. "Step in the water so you don't burn."

Wow, that's a lot of lava.

"Yeah, sure," she agrees, and then continues following instructions. Even as she's a mix of impressed and frightened by just how thorough these safety measures are.

(Her fire resistance wears off as he leads her up the stairs.)

"This is the main cell. Stand here" --he gestures to a patch of stone bricks right next to the lava wall-- "and wait for the lava to retract. Give it a moment, it takes some time."

This takes almost a full two minutes. It is, once again, really quite a lot of lava.

"When the bridge begins to move, make sure that you walk with it," he says, and then the bricks she's standing on start to move.

Once she's across, there's a barrier up of netherite blocks. Sam drops the lava back down, and then the barrier comes down as well.

Dream is huddled in a corner, curled in on himself as much as he can. "Please don't hurt me," he chokes out as soon as the barrier's down.

She continues following instructions, and then experiences what some might call whiplash. What? Why was that the first thing out of Dream's mouth?

"Absolutely not," she agrees, immediately. "Uh, has that been. Happening."

...Nod.

"Oh."

She considers whether or not to break Dream out on principle immediately, and decides that probably she shouldn't, even though she wants to. One guy that is confirmed to be a liar saying he has been hurt in here isn't... really conclusive. Even though actually the living conditions kind of are.

"Well that will be stopping. Who was responsible and how often has it been happening?"

(The living conditions: a box, about 6x5x2, made of obsidian and crying obsidian. There is a cauldron full of water, a glowstone lamp, a one-block pool of water in the floor, and a double chest. If she checks what's in the double chest, the answer is a few empty books.)

"Every--every day. Um. Quackity. Sam lets him in." His voice is hoarse and panicked.

Which neatly answers whether Sam would know, because. Yeah that's. That's pretty obvious.

"I see," she sighs, sounding... terribly disappointed. Because she is. "Well that will be stopping," she repeats, firm.

"Can you do that? ...Why else would Sam let you in?"

"I am extremely bullshit. Uh, and he let me in because I have been resurrecting the dead. And since that was the only thing that had been keeping you from being executed, I uh. Offered to take you into my custody instead. Because the afterlife is a hellhole and no one should have to suffer it. Except apparently Mexican Dream, who can leave at any time and just doesn't, for some reason."

"...Do you know things about the afterlife?"

"Yep. It's super fast time dilated solitary confinement with different shitty aesthetics for different people. I have been there, the time dilation gave me a headache. If people are so insistent that they want to get rid of someone by killing them I would much rather take them and build them a lovely gilded cage at the bottom of the ocean with visitation rights. Or something."

"I, I know what Tommy's was like, what was everyone else's... aesthetics?"

"Wilbur had an empty train station. Other-Tommy had being torn apart, I don't know if that's different from the original flavor of Tommy. After that point I interceded to make the afterlife slightly less shit, so I didn't note down the specifics."

"Being torn apart and... sensory deprivation, right? Darkness? That was the same for alive Tommy."

"Charming. Well now no one gets to be dead unless they want to be, so."

"...I revived people too."