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Chapter 8: The Wedding, Part 2

After saving Paris, France from the giant radioactive snail, the four monsters soon became a staple in dealing with anything radioactive, extraterrestrial, or monster-like. They weren’t well-known across the world – as most people probably thought they were fakes, just photo-shopped into videos and pictures – but that was all for the better. Area Fifty-Something was supposed to be obscure, and its monsters were included in that. Dream found that he liked the mystery that surrounded him, denying any interviews requested, because he never wanted the life of fame that Quackity seemed to always chase.

In the meanwhile, Dream learned how to control his size-shifting powers.

His size-shifting seemed to be controlled in tandem with his emotions – particularly strong emotions, like panic or anger, could push his body to grow or shrink rapidly, in whichever direction was most beneficial for him at the time. It reminded Dream of when he shrunk when trying to hide in the city, which allowed him to blend in with the apartment buildings; or when he grew while fighting the alien-robot, body growing until he was almost four hundred feet tall.

But outside of strong emotions, that didn’t mean he was stuck at a hundred feet tall. With careful control and months of practice, Dream was soon able to grow or shrink whenever he wanted.

Miraculously, his clothes grew and shrunk with him. Unfortunately, it seemed that he couldn’t shrink past seven feet tall – and even then, his body felt like he was wearing an uncomfortable suit, two sizes too small. The same could be said for growing too big; it felt like his body was stretching too thin, his senses overwhelmed. He could only hold different sizes for so long before he had to grow or shrink back to a hundred feet tall, which seemed to be his “normal” or standard size now.

Regardless, Dream was … he was happy, now. Despite seven feet being absurdly tall still, he was able to leave Area Fifty-Something to visit friends and family in St. Augustine’s. And when that got to be too much, he was able to be his natural self at Area Fifty-Something, among his monster friends.

Not to mention the romance that bloomed between him and George …

Dream wasn’t expecting it. The last time he had been proposed to was on live air, when Quackity was still a no-one reporter and had used his minimal fame to make a grand proposal with Dream visiting the news station. Dream hadn’t … minded, per say. He thought the gesture was very sweet of Quackity at the time, but looking back on it, the whole thing was probably a fame grab by Quackity. His adoring fans only adored him more for such a sweet gesture, and it made the viewers skyrocket – after all, who wouldn’t want to watch the humble weatherman propose to his high school sweetheart? Add on the fact that it was a homosexual union, and it was truly a spectacle.

None of that mattered now, though. Quackity was in his rear-view mirror and nothing but a speck in his peripheral. Dream was focused on his new life, with George.

Speaking of …

George had been acting awfully odd these past few days. He was begging off time with Dream, checking his pocket obsessively, and doing that adorable nervous tick he had – rubbing his hands together like a fly and then pushing his hair and antennae back.

“Are you okay?” Dream asked one day, poking around his food. It was the same slop as always, but Dream had grown a new appreciation for it, seeing as how it couldn’t be easy to feed a hundred-foot-tall giant every day. He could always shrink down to eat, but he found that when he regrew to his “normal” height, he was still hungry. He turned to George, who was sitting at a miniature version of a table and chair on top of Dream’s table. They often ate like this for meals, together, unless George sat with the other monsters, but lately George had been skipping dinner.

“What?” George asked, stuttering. His tiny chopsticks shook in his hands, clinking against the plate of sushi he had. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

Dream frowned. He put down his spoon – still dented from that one time he tried to kill George with it (something the other monsters loved to laugh about, and which made Dream blush) – and reached out to George. He wrapped his hands around the man, fingers curling around his entire body, and carefully pulled the chopsticks from George’s hands. He lifted George onto his palm, and George slumped into Dream’s hand, like all his nerves were short-circuited and severed. He looked so small on his palm.

“George, you’re shaking,” he said softly. “What’s wrong?”

“Um … I … uh …” George stuttered. His face was a brilliant red, and he felt warm in Dream’s hands, which was odd. Dream usually ran hotter than any of his friends, bar Sapnap, who was a literal fire demon. “I … do you want to go to dinner with me?”

Dream blinked. That was not what he thought George was going to say, based on his nerves. Asking Dream out to dinner wasn’t that big of a deal, was it?

“We’re having dinner right now,” Dream said.

“No, I mean, like, going out to a nice restaurant and enjoying ourselves,” George said.

“I don’t know …” Dream trailed off, thinking of the logistics of leaving Area Fifty-Something, booking a reservation, getting dressed in something nice, and staying shrunk enough to blend in with humans.

“Please?” George begged. He sat up in Dream’s palm and grasped his thumb, tiny hands not even stretching the whole length of his thumb nail. “It would be nice to just be on our own for a while, don’t you think? No Stinknap or brainless goop for a whole afternoon. Isn’t that tempting?”

“I guess, if you really want to go out, we can,” Dream gave in.

“Simp!” Sapnap called from the tiny table on the floor, having listened-in on their conversation.

Dream bared his teeth at Sapnap, giving a short growl, which only made Sapnap laugh, before turning back to George. “I don’t have much to wear besides my military jumpsuits …” he had a bin beneath his bed that housed his clothes, with ten or so jumpsuits in storage, along with three pairs of sneakers. They were a mix of military green, black, and grey. Other than that, “But I do still have my wedding suit. Would that be nice enough for what you’re thinking?”

George looked a bit queasy at that suggestion. In his peripheral, Dream could see Sapnap laughing silently into his hands. “Maybe don’t wear anything on our date that reminds you of Quackity.”

“Oh,” Dream said, blushing, “I didn’t think of it like that.”

“We can ask Bad if he can get any clothes in your smaller size,” George offered, “smaller size” meaning seven feet tall.

“Okay,” Dream said, warming up to the idea. “Let’s do this.”

It took a couple days to acquire clothing that fit Dream’s seven-foot-tall frame, but eventually, they got their hands on a pair of blue jeans, a nice button-up shirt, and a pair of size sixteen black leather shoes. The blue jeans made the giant’s ass look great, and though the button-up was a little fitted, it showed off Dream’s muscles and chest nicely. George was almost salivating over Dream before they even got to dinner, and he had to pick his jaw up off the ground before Dream turned around to face him, lest Dream find out just badly George simped for him.

Well, George thought amusedly, toying with the ring box in his coat pocket, he’s about to find out just how badly I simp for him, anyway.

With George wearing tinted glasses to hide his eyes, his wings tucked into a long coat, along with barrette clips that pinned his antennae down in his hair, he almost looked human. Dream’s white curls stood out, but his other non-human traits weren’t so stark that they would draw too much attention. Together, the two made quite the pair: a seven-foot-tall giant with a short, doll-like looking man.

They checked into their reservation without problem and soon were tucked into the back corner of the restaurant, something George specifically asked for because he did not want to make this a spectacle. He knew how much Dream hated having so many eyes on him. From their seating in the booth, no one else in the restaurant could see what they were eating or could hear what they were saying. It also had the added benefit of being near the kitchens, where delicious smells wafted out toward their seats. George had everything planned – even the restaurant knew what he was doing, just so that the waiter could be cognisant of it and work with his plan. He discreetly slipped the ring box to the waiter while he took their orders, and then turned to Dream with a smile.

Dinner went well – they talked about their latest adventures, how Dream’s coding projects were going, what George’s most recent studies revealed – and was winding down when the waiter came to their table with a covered platter. Dream smiled gently at the waiter.

“Oh, sorry, we didn’t order this –”

“Actually, I did,” George said. He nodded to the waiter, who pulled the cover off the platter and quickly disappeared to allow George to start his speech.

On the platter was a ring box.

Dream looked visibly confused. “George, what is this?”

George grabbed the ring box, stood from his seat, and then dropped down to one knee in front of his partner. Dream’s eyes widened at George’s gesture, putting his hands over his mouth in shock. With his hands shaking, George opened the ring box, only fumbling a little. Inside was a giant ring to fit Dream’s large fingers; it was a simple gold band, made of eighteen karat gold, with an elegant inscription on the inside that read: “hold my heart gently.”

They had talked about a future together, but they hadn’t gotten into the specifics about engagements and weddings. George figured it was a bad topic to breach because of Dream’s recent wedding fiasco with Quackity. Except, while they had only been together for roughly a year, George knew he wanted nothing more than to bind himself to Dream, emotionally, physically, and legally.

“Dream,” he started, holding out the ring box for Dream to see. “From the moment we met, my life has changed in ways I couldn’t have imagined. I thought I was doomed to be a mutant in a testing facility, without love, for the rest of my life – but then you came. To be honest, when we first met, I thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes upon – I actually couldn’t speak, you were so beautiful.” Dream blushed a pretty green, eyes rimmed with tears. “You’ve shown me what love means; you’ve shown me there is more to life than science and work. I love seeing you talk about your passions; I love the way your eyes light up – literally – and I love you. Every moment we spend together has only made me more certain that my heart is meant to be with yours forever.”

“Dream,” he continued, “will you … will you marry me?”

Dream seemed to be near tears. He took his hands away from his mouth to fan at his eyes, trying to dry the tears. He took a deep breath to calm himself. For several moments, he didn’t answer, and George began to get anxious. Did … did Dream not want to marry him? Was this proposal a mistake?

“You asshole,” Dream finally muttered, “you’re going to make me grow from pure happiness! Do you know how hard I am trying not to grow and bring the whole place down with me?”

Ah, yes. Dream’s powers were triggered by strong emotions.

Already, Dream’s thighs were beginning to press against the underside of the table, his legs contorting to fit in the diminished space. Dream looked like he wanted to cry.

“I’m sorry,” George rushed. “I shouldn’t have done this in public, I –”

“Oh, no,” Dream interrupted. “This dinner, your speech, and proposal – it was all lovely. I’m just trying to control myself.” At George’s nervous look, he giggled wetly. “And the answer is yes, by the way – what, did you think I was ever going to say no? Now, come here, I want to kiss my fiancé.”

George stood from his knelt position. Even sitting down, now at his increased height, Dream was almost the same height as George standing.

The two kissed passionately.

Against his lips, Dream mumbled, “we better get the bill and then leave; I need to grow, and I want to show you just how much I appreciate you.”

“Sounds good with me,” George said, red-faced.

George was nervous, but he thought that he had a right to be so, considering it was his wedding day.

He was dressed in a pale green suit with pink accents. He had a boutonniere on his left lapel. His jacket and shirt had needed to be altered for his wings. His hair was as tamed as it was going to get, with Sapnap’s help and lots of product in it to make it look fluffy and soft. And now that George thought about it, everything in the wedding was fluffy and soft, like his hair. There were Spring colours everywhere and his wing’s transparent shine complimented the pastels of the wedding. They were hosting it outside (to accommodate Dream’s height), and the weather was perfect. It looked like a fairytale wonderland.

George stood anxiously at the altar, holding his hands in front of himself and resisting the urge to comb his claws through his hair, lest he ruin all Sapnap’s hard work. Behind him stood Sapnap and Karl, his groomsmen. On the other side of the altar were Dream’s groomsmen and bridesmaid: Punz, Sam, and Sylvee. Patches sat behind the altar, in the open field they were hosting the wedding in, the perfect image of a well-trained butterfly-kitty. She even had a flower collar around her neck.

Sitting in the chairs laid out for guests were old work friends and family of Dream’s, including his mother in the front, along with a few former alien slaves that the four monsters had gotten to know over the months they stayed at Area Fifty-Something.

Then Dream and his father appeared at the end of the aisle, arm in arm.

Standing at seven feet tall and towering over his five-foot, eight-inch-tall father, Dream was, well … a dream. His white hair was curly and soft, curling just past his ears in little ringlets. His hair matched his dress, which was a stark white except for the bottom, which gracefully turned into a pale green gradient and reached to the ground. The dress had small straps to keep it up, but otherwise, had no other sleeves. The bodice had little white flowers and lace sewn into the fabric, making it look like Spring come to life. Matched with the dress were golden diamond earrings, a diamond necklace, and a golden bracelet with flower charms. Beneath the dress was a pair of pale green flats, which George only knew because Dream had spent an hour complaining about how hard it was to find a pair of size sixteen heels that matched his dress, and he eventually gave up and custom-ordered his flats. And in his hands was a bouquet of pastel flowers, with lilacs, roses, and daisies.

Dream was a sight to behold, and it made George breathless. George knew that Dream still got self-conscious about his size sometimes – a “freak,” is what he had called himself – but if George could pour all his love and longing for Dream into Dream’s heart, he would. He would force Dream to realise just how precious and beautiful he was, if it was the last thing he did on this earth.

When Dream caught sight of George, his eyes widened, and his smile grew. His smile wasn’t the only thing that grew, though, as he also shot up a foot in height in his excitement.

His careful control of his size-shifting powers always stuttered in the face of powerful emotions.

Dream’s father, who had stumbled at the sudden shift in size – pulling his arm even higher than it was before – laughed along with most of the wedding party, causing Dream to blush a pretty green.

The pair walked the rest of the aisle, piano music playing in the background.

When Dream reached the altar, he passed his bouquet to Sylvee to hold and turned and clasped George’s hands in his own. Both of George’s hands fit into one of Dream’s, and Dream towered over George. He looked positively beautiful, and George could only hope that he measured to muster.

Bad stood behind the happy couple, for once not dressed in his military gear, and instead wearing a light pink suit. He was holding out his book to read their prayers from. When Dream and George had first announced their engagement, Bad had offered to be the minister to do their wedding. Who knew that the infamous military general was ordained? Certainly not George. Both George and Dream agreed that they didn’t want their wedding to be a religious spectacle, like Dream’s first wedding. And Bad respected that. He was wonderful, reading his script in a strong, fond voice; talking about the highs and lows of Dream and George’s meeting, how they got together, and the victories they shared. He read the traditional lines, “in sickness and in health,” and then they finally got to the end:

“You may now kiss.”

Dream looked down at George, his eyes shining with unshed tears. He grew another half foot within seconds, before he stopped and took a deep breath. George knew, from experience, that Dream was probably suppressing the desire to grow to a hundred feet tall, purely from excitement and love alone. Dream, still holding George’s hands, leaned down, while George got on his tip toes, and they kissed.

Then George felt Dream’s large hands on his bottom, and he easily jumped up and into Dream’s arms, being cradled in a bridal carry. They maintained their kiss, and there were whoops and hollers from the audience. And George had never been so happy before.

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monsters vs aliens

(ao3)

Chapter 7: Lord Exdee

Dream groaned. He felt like he got hit by a train, or like his plane crashed … Dream gasped as everything came rushing back to him – the robot fight, the celebrations, the plane crashing. He pushed himself into a sitting position, looking around for his friends, but instead he found something even stranger than three little monsters. He looked to be in some sort of hanger, like where planes would go for storage, except it was filled with over a hundred of that giant robot he fought. There were so many of them, all standing over three hundred feet tall, looming over him and ready to be dispatched at any minute. Dream, despite knowing he stood at a hundred feet tall, felt small in the face of so much strength.

Looking down at himself, Dream found that what he was wearing had changed. Instead of the green military jumpsuit that he had worn for two months, he was wearing a skin-tight black and green jumpsuit. It had lines running up and down the arms and legs, and it glowed dimly in the pitch-black hanger. It looked almost alien in design, like the spandex a fictional hero would wear.

His friends were also nowhere to be found, despite last seeing them in his hands, which scared Dream.

Were they … dead?

The thought made his eyes sting with tears.

While Dream was distracted, something whizzed behind him, and he gasped. He turned around, only to hear the same whoosh of air behind him again. When he turned back, he came face to face with what could only be described as an alien.

The alien – for it was neither man nor woman – was just shorter than the length of Dream’s hand. It looked to be about eight inches tall, but realistically, was probably eight feet. Its skin was the colour of the night sky, with glowing starry freckles to match smattered across their cheeks and forehead. It had hair, too, that matched the same white of Dream’s, and it was long enough that it was in a complicated braid behind their back. Its face would have looked human, if not for the too-much upturned nose, long canines, and four glowing green eyes. It was also dressed in green robes that made room for the four arms it had. It floated on a hovercraft at chest level with Dream, who was still on the floor.

All in all, the alien looked ethereal.

The alien smiled. It looked like the smile of someone who had seen a human smile before, and had practiced said smile in the mirror, but didn’t truly encompass the human emotion it was supposed to convey. “You must be terrified,” a smooth, rich voice came from the alien. Dream was surprised that they spoke in English. “You wake up in a strange place, wearing strange clothes, faced by a strange being, floating on a strange hovering device. It’s all very strange, isn’t it?”

Dream glowered at the alien. “Hardly. It’s not the first time.”

“You must think you’re funny,” the alien said dryly.

“Look, who are you, and what is it that you want from me?” Dream asked.

“You may call me Lord Exdee,” the alien – Exdee, because Dream was not calling it ‘Lord’ – said. “And you have stolen what is rightfully mine!”

“I didn’t steal anything from you,” Dream protested, “I didn’t meet you until today!”

Exdee sighed, like Dream was a particularly dumb individual. “Your enormous, grotesque body,” it said, and Dream frowned. “Did you never wonder how you grew so large? Your body absorbed a considerable amount of quantonium, the most powerful energy source in the entire known universe. Did you really think you could keep it from me forever?”

“That’s what this is all about?” Dream demanded, growing enraged. “You destroyed parts of Florida, you terrified millions of people, you …” Dream’s voice got thick, and he struggled to speak. “… you killed my friends, just to get some stupid energy source?”

“Silence, Earthling!” Exdee snapped. “Your voice is grating on my ears. It’s time to go to the extraction chamber!” Suddenly, a metal platform swooped in below Dream’s feet, and another metal layer floated above him, like magnets that swayed together, and then there was a spark; a giant glowing green force-field was created between the two metal layers, trapping Dream in between them like prison bars. It hummed with power. He reached out to touch the force-field, only to gasp when it gave a powerful shock. Exdee laughed. “This is just a small bit of what one can do with a little bit of quantonium. It’s a shame that you won’t be around to see what the true power of quantonium can do in the hands of someone who knows how to use it.”

“I know how to use it just fine!” Dream spat. He stood and punched the force-field, only to gasp again because it shocked him. He shook out his fist, glaring at the alien.

“Don’t bother,” Exdee said. “That force-field is impenetra –”

Dream punched again, throwing all his strength behind it, and this time, his hand went right through the force-field, hitting Exdee’s hovercraft and flipping it. Exdee barely got a hold of its hovercraft, saving it from falling, and then gaped at Dream. “– what the hell?!”

Dream grinned, all teeth, and used his hands to reach into the force-field to pry it apart. He ignored the continuous shocks it gave him, pushing through, until he swept it all away. Without the force-field, the top metal platform fell, and Dream caught it with both hands. Rage coursing though him, remembering the plane crash and how his friends were all dead, Dream threw the platform at Exdee’s hovercraft. Exdee flew away at high speeds, and a large metal door smoothly closed behind it. The metal platform bounced off the hanger door, leaving a large dent behind. Dream got up and walked over to the hanger door, glaring through the little window provided.

Exdee, out of breath, laughed in relief. Its voice was muted through the window, but no less enraging. “That should stop you from getting to me, you freak –”

Dream punched through the metal hanger door like it was wet paper.

Exdee shrieked and flew away.

“Computer, close door hanger two!” It yelled.

Dream ran after Exdee, determined to catch it and … well, Dream had never thought of himself as a violent person, but he wasn’t sure he would be able to hold himself back from killing Exdee after all he had done. Barely thinking about the morality of wanting to kill an alien terrorist, Dream punched through the next door, much the same as he did with the first. Exdee shrieked again.

“Close door, hangar three! Door, hangar four!” But Dream kept running, punching and crawling through them all. Exdee screamed, “Computer, close all the hangar doors!”

Dream just barely missed catching Exdee as he zoomed into a smaller hallway, much too small for Dream to get through. But he could follow above, where the hallway became a small narrow tube in the floor. He used his enhanced hearing, ears twitching, to tell where Exdee was in the tube. He punched through the metal, just barely missing each time, until finally – finally, near the end, his hands grabbed hold of the flying machine Exdee used, sending him skidding out of the back end of the hallway and into a large room. Dream got up and followed, breathing heavily, watching the little alien running away from him. Dream started running, relishing in the scream from Exdee, up until –

Exdee reached the end of the walkway, pulled a giant lever, and thick glass walls shot up around Dream, surrounding the metal patterns on the floor he was standing on.

“NO!” Dream screamed. Just when he was so close!

He banged on the glass, watching it fracture beneath his fists. He pursed his lips, doing it again. More fractures. In the background, he heard Exdee shriek and yell, “Computer, begin extraction!”

Suddenly, there was a loud few beeps, and then the feeling of a vacuum being held up right against his chest. His hair started to float. A bright light – neon green – flowed from his chest and upward. Dream stumbled. He could physically feel himself getting weaker. More of the light, like hundreds of bioluminescent plankton on the water, floated through the air. Dream’s vision shrunk. He was … he was shrinking, getting weaker and weaker, as the quantonium was stolen from his body. Dream tried to keep hitting the glass – he was so close to breaking it, to getting free – but he only got smaller and smaller, weaker and weaker. His vision went fuzzy until he was left slumped on the ground, too weak to move.

He looked down at himself.

His hair was still white, his ears still felt pointed; he ran his tongue along his canines, and they were still elongated. Even with all the quantonium siphoned from his body, he was still a freak.

Dream heard a sinister chuckle, and he looked up, only to find the alien, Exdee, looming over him. Exdee had looked so small earlier – barely the size of his hand – but now he was at least two feet taller than Dream. It made Dream feel weak, it made him feel scared. All his rage was gone, replaced by fear.

“Finally, I have all the quantonium,” Exdee said gleefully. “And finally, I can rebuild my civilisation on a new planet.” Dream frowned. Rebuild his civilisation? What was that supposed to mean? “Any thoughts on where I should start?” Exdee hummed; it was an unsettling hum, like one a computer made. “Your planet, perhaps? Earth does look ripe for the picking.”

Dream snarled, a growl building low in his chest. He pushed himself to stand. “You keep your hands off my planet – ugh!”

Dream was stopped by a large hand around his neck. One of Exdee’s four arms was outstretched, holding Dream two feet up in the air. Dream’s feet dangled helplessly. Exdee snarled right back at Dream, baring his fangs, which were larger than Dream’s. “If you wanted to stop me, you should have done it when you possessed the quantonium! Now … now you’re nothing.”

“There are innocent people down there who didn’t do anything!” Dream choked out.

“There were innocent people on my home planet before it was destroyed,” Exdee hissed. It threw Dream to the ground, and Dream hit the metal, body slumping. He rubbed at his bruising neck, tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry your planet was destroyed,” Dream said, “But that’s not a reason to kill billions of innocent people. Please …”

“It’s too late,” Exdee said, voice hollow. “My whole planet was invaded. My family were taken as slaves. My partner was killed. I barely escaped on one of the invader’s ships with the little bit of quantonium that I stole. And with that bit of quantonium, I thought I could defeat the invaders … but it didn’t work. I didn’t have enough. So, I ran away, like a coward, thinking I could come back to save my family. But it’s been years now, and I’m never going to get my family back … and neither are you.”

“What … what are we going to do now?” Karl asked meekly.

The three monsters stood beyond the wreckage of their plane. It was completely totalled and on fire. The only reason they had survived was because Dream had grabbed them and taken the brunt of the impact. Then, limp and nearly dead, Dream had been beamed up toward an alien spacecraft, like every cheap, tacky alien movie ever. Now they were stuck in the middle of nowhere, Dream was missing, and they had no idea what to do.

“I … I don’t know,” George said. He mostly felt hollow. Dream was gone – most likely dead – and the dread and grief were creeping up on him eagerly.

“I’ll tell you what we’re going to do,” Sapnap said. “We’re not going to let this … this cheap, stupid alien take Dream without a fight. We’re going to get up there, find Dream, and take that alien down!”

“And how do you propose we do that?” George snapped.

Behind them, someone cleared their throat. There was the sound of mini thrusters from a jetpack.

“I think I can help,” Bad said, then he gestured behind himself, where another cargo plane had landed. “I came as soon as I heard the plane went down.”

“Bad!” The monsters yelled.

The cargo plane took off with all three monsters and the general. In the cargo hold, Bad turned to the monsters. His brown eyes softened.

“All right, so, I know I haven’t treated you well enough over the years,” Bad began. He wiped a tear from his cheek. “But I need you to know that I … I care about you guys. And we can’t let this alien terrorise Earth and take our Dream. These jetpacks I’ve given you – they have enough juice to get you guys up there, but not enough to make it home. I’ll come get you if I can. If I don’t, it means I’m dead … or late. Don’t jump to the worst conclusion. I’ve been your warden for close to a decade now, and I would do anything to keep you guys alive.”

Bad threw each monsters a jetpack, showing them how to secure it and tie the straps, and how to work the buttons. As he was helping Karl get his jetpack on so that his Jell-O-like body wouldn’t consume it, the pilot yelled from the cockpit.

“General!” He screamed, “it’s targeting us!”

Outside the back of the plane, they could all see where a large ball of energy had been shot out of the UFO. It was homing in on their plane.

“That’s your cue,” Bad told the monsters. “Go, go, go!”

All three monsters jumped out of the cargo hold, using their jetpacks to soar toward the UFO.

“Now,” Bad said, “to deal with the other problem …” He turned toward the large ball of energy – practically a missile – heading toward them. He thought about Patches and her latest transformation. He grinned. “I have a plan.”

The three monsters landed in the hangar, which thankfully, had been open and left unguarded from the outside. They were quick to infiltrate the ship, following the path of destruction which could be the work of none other than Dream – after all, the holes punched through the metal? It had his name written all over it, and that elated the monsters, knowing he was still alive. They still had time. Now, they just had to find him …

“Slave!” Exdee called. Immediately, another alien hurried into the room. This alien looked a lot less humanoid than Exdee. They had four beetle-like wings, mandibles, and eight spider-like eyes that glowed red. They were dressed in a garb similar to what Dream was put in. The alien bowed to Exdee, and Exdee sneered at them, “Take the prisoner to the incinerator. He’s useless to me now.”

“Hail Lord Exdee!” The alien clicked out, sounding high-pitched. They then jabbed what looked like a laser gun into Dream’s shoulder blades. At the very least, they were shorter than Dream, though he wasn’t sure he would be able to take them in a fight – not with their weapon and sharp claws.

Dream had no choice but to walk forward, following the ‘slave’ further into the ship.

“So,” Dream said, trying to stall, “what’s your name?”

The alien seemed to fumble with the laser gun for a moment, as if not expecting the prisoner to talk or ask them questions. Their face didn’t display emotion very well, as insect-like as it was, but Dream got the feeling they were surprised.

“My – my name?” They asked. “Why do you want to know? So, you can steal it?!”

“How do you steal a name?” Dream asked, genuinely confused.

“I – I don’t know!” The alien sputtered. “But you Earthlings – you’re a sneaky sort, I heard. You can do lots of things. I don’t doubt you can steal names.”

“Well, as a human, we can’t steal names,” Dream said, not disclosing that he wasn’t exactly human anymore. “And I think calling you ‘slave’ is pretty rude. Slavery isn’t okay, like, at all. Here, I’ll go first: my name is Dream. What’s yours?”

The alien made a weird clicking sound. “My name is Jurelle.”

“Jurelle is a pretty name,” Dream offered.

Jurelle went quiet and then made a high-pitched squeal sound. He wasn’t sure, but Dream got the impression that Jurelle was blushing.

“So, why do you do Exdee’s bidding?” Dream asked.

“Lord Exdee,” Jurelle corrected, “is the high and mighty lord of ours. He comes from a higher race of beings than us. He is smarter, stronger, and bigger. He came to our planet and enlightened us about the use of technologies that we couldn’t ever hope to begin to understand or make. He took us in, under his arms, and allows us to work for him for free.” Jurelle sounded like they were reciting a mantra.

“Work without pay?” Dream tsked. “You’re being taken advantage of; I hope you know that.”

“Lord Exdee would never!” Jurelle squeaked out.

“I’m just saying,” Dream said, “slavery isn’t good. He doesn’t even know your name. If I were you, I would be pissed. Do you even get sick days or dental?”

“What is …” Jurelle made another clicking sound with their mandibles. “What is … ‘dental’?”

“You don’t even have dental,” Dream said, shaking his head. “It’s where you get free services to take care of your teeth … or in your case, your mandibles. It’s basic healthcare.”

“No,” Jurelle said slowly. “We don’t get dental.”

They were silent for a second, and then:

“I would like to have dental.”

Dream grinned.

“If you help me,” he started, “I can help you get dental.”

“I …” Jurelle got quiet. “I don’t know …”

They continued to walk, turning down one hallway, only to come face to face with …

The three little monsters!

Dream felt overwhelming happiness, so much so that his eyes started to water. “Karl, George, Sapnap! You’re alive!”

He ran to them, pulling them into one big embrace. It was different than before, when he could hold them all in the palm of his hand, but it was a good different. Dream liked being able to touch and hold them like a normal human. It made him feel soft all over. Unfortunately, their reunion was cut-off. Jurelle hunched over, pointing their laser gun at the three little – or, well, not as little as before – monsters. Dream immediately stood in front of the gun, protecting the monsters.

“No, Jurelle!” He said, “It’s okay! These are my friends! They can help set you free!”

“And get dental?” They clicked.

“And get dental,” Dream confirmed. At the monsters’ confused looks, he sighed. “It’s a long story. We don’t have time for it – we need to escape first!”

“The only way to escape and ensure that the alien – Exdee, you said his name was? – will not come back after us and continue to terrorise Earth is if we blow up this ship,” George insisted. He was walking beside Dream, who was, in turn, beside the alien – Jurelle, he thought? George had never seen another person who looked like himself – all insect-like – but he still couldn’t take his eyes off Dream. Dream, who looked the same as always, with his beautiful white hair and bright green eyes, but was now human-sized. If he were being honest, it was throwing George off-kilter.

“So, how are we going to do this?” Sapnap asked, cracking his knuckles.

“We need to find the main power source,” George said. “Whatever it is, it must be similar to nuclear power to charge a ship this big – and nuclear power is very, very dangerous if it explodes. It would be perfect to take down an entire alien ship.”

“You need the main power source?” Jurelle asked. “That’s easy. It’s right there, above the extraction chamber.”

Jurelle pointed with one claw. Down the hallway, it opened into a large room, where the ceiling stretched for hundreds of feet in the air. The walkway dropped down into darkness and in the middle of the ceiling was a huge power source. It looked like a generator of some sort, made up of a bunch of different grey metal tubes and cubes, whirring gently and glowing faintly.

“Well, that was easy,” Karl giggled.

“Come on,” George said, “it’s time to blow some shit up.”

They left Jurelle on the ground with the laser gun to guard them.

Using Karl’s abilities, he jumped all the way up to the ceiling, stretching his body thin. Dream, George, and Sapnap grabbed onto his body as he bounced to the ceiling, letting them in through a crack in the generator. Once they were in, they let go of Karl and spread out, looking for main power core. Dream ducked under a metal tube and into a smaller part of the generator, only to come face-to-face with a giant glowing … brain? It had a bunch of wires attached to it, and a keypad in front with odd symbols. The brain, in a computer-generated voice, said: “Warning: intruder!”

“Dream?!” George called. He also ducked into the small space, and his brow furrowed when he saw the brain and keypad. “Huh. I guess we can try and guess the code to get into the computer.”

“You will never figure out my code,” the computer voice said.

“Artificial intelligence!” George said, looking excited. “That’s so cool –”

“George,” Dream reminded, “the power source?”

“Oh, right,” George said sheepishly.

“Your puny Earthling brain cannot possibly work around my security protocols,” the computer said haughtily.

“Okay, new plan,” George said, looking furious, “we fuck shit up until it does damage.”

George cackled maniacally before he reached out and grabbed hold of the wires, yanking at them until they ripped out the brain. The brain pulsed angrily. George started fiddling with the wires until electrical sparks flew everywhere. The computer voice started to glitch and squeal. “Warning: security protocol had been breached. Ship has been set to self-destruct. Total annihilation in t-minus seven minutes.”

Dream and George glanced at each other and grinned.

“What?” Exdee growled. “What do you mean the security protocol has been breached?!”

“The prisoner escaped and reunited with his Earthling friends,” the computer said, matter-of-factly. “They ruined my power source and main computer. The ship will explode in t-minus six minutes.”

“Well, launch the robot invasion, then!”

“Invasion is no longer possible. All branches of the ship have been shut down.”

“FUCK!” Exdee roared. “Those petty Earthlings! Fine! Divert the quantonium to the bridge and prepare my escape capsule! Make sure to get all possible quantonium transferred and block the slaves from using my escape route. I don’t want any of them to ruin my plan for the quantonium.”

The quantonium from the extraction chamber started to flow through glass tubes to the statue of Lord Exdee situated in the middle of the room. The statue was twenty feet tall and was the perfect likeness of Exdee, right down to its sneer and long canines. The core of the statue opened up to a pod that would protect Exdee from outer space. One of its four arms was outstretched, holding a large glass ball, which was hollow. On the inside it could be seen that the bright neon quantonium collected into the glass ball, lighting it up with a green glow. Exdee watched this with pursed lips, anger and fear growing in its heart. This would not be the first time it had to run away, but this time, it would have all the power needed to start anew.

Below, once Dream, George, Karl, and Sapnap had left the main power source, they found that Jurelle had disappeared. It wasn’t hard to see why; all around them was pandemonium. Slaves – all different alien species, some of them looking like insects, some of them looking like fish – ran in all different directions, screaming and crying. Weapons were forgotten on the ground.

Sapnap laughed. “Look at that! They’re all running! The monsters have won this one!” Dream elbowed Sapnap in the gut, making him choke. “You know, for not being so ginormous anymore, you’re still pretty strong …” He rasped, holding his gut.

“Sapnap!” Dream hissed. “Those are all slaves! It’s not their fault that Exdee enslaved them. And they’re not running from us, they’re running from –”

“Ship will self-destruct in t-minus five minutes,” the computer echoed.

“That,” Dream finished lamely.

His eyes locked on the large hangar door in front of them. It was slowly sliding closed and would eventually trap them in the main room of the ship, left for dead in the explosion.

“Come on!” Dream said, “we need to start running, or else we’re going to be stuck on this ship when it explodes!”

Altogether, the four monsters started running. Fifty feet, thirty feet, ten feet – they got closer and closer as the door continued to close slowly. Dream led the way with his long strides, outpacing the other monsters easily. Only a few feet away, he held out a hand before the door closed, managing to hold it open and get through right as it clicked shut.

Breathing heavily, he whooped cheerfully. “Yes! We made it!” He exclaimed. But all he was met with was silence. Dream turned. Behind him was no one – the other monsters hadn’t gotten to the door in time.

“Guys?!” He called.

Through the metal, his ears twitching, he faintly heard, “Dream, if you can hear us – get out of here while you’ve still got the chance!”

“No!” Dream cried. He tried to pry at the doors with his hands, but they wouldn’t budge. He growled, banging on the metal with his fists. “Ugh! If I was still a giant, I could do this!”

“Dream!” George said, voice urgent. “We meant it! You better be running right now!”

“No!” Dream growled, “I’m not leaving you guys!”

The little monsters obviously couldn’t hear Dream the way that he could hear them, because Sapnap’s next words were: “We were supposed to rendezvous with Bad after saving you. He’s outside the ship, waiting for us. Go while there’s still time!”

“Don’t worry about us, Dream,” George said. It sounded like his forehead was pressed against the metal crack, voice thick with emotion, but quiet, as if he didn’t mean for Dream to hear him. “You finally have a chance to get your old life back.”

“But I don’t want my old life back,” Dream said, voice meek.

“Ship will self-destruct in t-minus four minutes,” the computer echoed.

Dream could feel angry tears welling at the corner of his eyes. He hugged himself tightly, glancing down at his feet, trying to fight off the tears. None of this was fair, he thought. But that’s when he spotted it: a hover craft, just like the one Exdee had used before. It was lying on its side, abandoned by the slaves in the ship in favour of running. It hummed quietly and glowed with a faint green light. Beside it laid an also abandoned laser gun. Dream frowned, ideas starting to form in his head. If he could remember the way back to the extraction chamber, from where Jurelle took him, maybe he could find Exdee …

And he would make Exdee pay.

“They think they have stopped me?” Exdee growled. It slammed its fist down on the table. “Well, they have stopped nothing! I will come right back to Earth and destroy it all, just like they destroyed my home planet! Earth will know the wrath of Lord Exdee, just you wait –”

“The inferior carbon-based life form, or Dream, is no longer contained,” the computer interrupted.

“WHAT?” Exdee exclaimed. “Where is he? Send a robot probe! Crush the Earthling!”

“Sending robot probe and – oh, uh-oh,” the computer said, sounding oddly human. “He is coming your way in t-minus thirty seconds –”

The metal door behind Exdee practically melted open from the laser on the laser gun. The laser shot through the giant hole it melted, almost hitting Exdee square in the chest. Exdee barely threw up the table in front of it, the metal taking the shot instead of itself. Exdee gasped, looking over at the Earthling, who was stepping through the new hole in the door, obviously on a warpath.

“Are you crazy?!” Exdee demanded. “You could have killed me with that thing!”

“Then we understand each other,” Dream said darkly.

“Quantonium has been successfully diverted to the bridge,” the computer interrupted. Dream watched as the last of the statue and tubes stopped glowing, and all the bright green light being concentrated in the glass ball that the statue of Exdee held. He frowned. If that was the quantonium, then … “The escape capsule is ready for transport.”

“Hah!” Exdee said. It casually strolled over to the twenty-foot-tall statue of its likeness. The chest of the statue opened to reveal a pod, just the perfect size for someone like Exdee.

“Like I told you before,” Exdee said smugly, “you should have defeated me when you had the quantonium. Have fun exploding!”

Before Exdee could step into the pod, though, a laser was blasted directly into the pod, melting half the controls. Dream stepped forward, standing right beneath the outstretched glass ball. He leveled the laser gun at the alien, glaring. “Open the doors and let my friends go, and I’ll let you use whatever is left of your escape pod. If you don’t … well, I’m sure you can figure it out.”

Exdee looked close to having an aneurysm. “Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t!” It cried. “That’s what happens when you set a ship to self-destruct – everything shuts down! And now, thanks to you, we’re all going to die! And there’s nothing you can do about it, Earthling!” It finished off with a sneer.

Dream’s brain was working on overdrive, trying to think of a way to save his friends, up until he glanced up at the statue and the quantonium held in the glass ball. He smirked. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he said, aiming his laser gun at the statue. “And the name? It’s Dream, not Earthling.”

And with that, he shot the hand of the statue, causing the large glass ball of quantonium to fall directly on top of him. Everything went black.

“Total annihilation in t-minus one minute,” the computer echoed.

Around them, the ship was falling apart. The walkway was slowly crumbling, electrical sparks shot from the walls, and the generator malfunctioned above them. All the slaves had long since run or fallen off the walkway to their deaths, at least sparing them from the explosion. George, Karl, and Sapnap were left alone on the wrong side of the doors, and they were getting prepared to die.

Sapnap turned to George. “It’s been an honour knowing you, Doctor Cockroach.”

George sniffled, wiping tears from his eyes. “I told you not to call me that, you fucking demon.”

“And I’ll see you guys tomorrow, for lunch,” Karl added.

Sapnap gave a tenuous smile. “That’s right, Karl.”

“And there will be candy, cake, and balloons, too,” George added.

“Cake and balloons for lunch?” Karl gasped. “It’s going to be the best day ever! I love you guys!”

Just then, there was a large groan from above, and the three little monsters gasped as they looked up. The generator, which was roughly a hundred feet by two hundred feet in size, had fallen from the ceiling. As it hurtled toward them, they all flinched and ducked their heads, waiting for the inevitable. But it never came. After several seconds of not being crushed, George and Sapnap exchanged glances. They finally looked upward, only to find Dream – back to his giant size, maybe even bigger – holding the generator up above his head, saving them all from being crushed. Dream’s face was scrunched up in intense concentration as he struggled to get hold of his strength.

“Holy shit …” George breathed. Dream had never looked so breathtaking.

Dream grunted as he heaved the generator over his shoulder and over the side of the walkway. He got down on his knees, reaching out to his three little monsters, who were eagerly herded into his hands.

“Come on,” Dream said, breathless. “We need to get out of here.”

“Good enough for me!” Sapnap said, laughing.

“Thank god you came along!” George said.

Dream gathered all three little monsters in his hands, holding them to his chest as he jumped off the walkway. He held out his fist, like Superman, and punched through several metal floors in the ship before they were suddenly outside, falling on the landing pad at the bottom of the ship. Dream took the brunt of the impact, grunting in pain and letting go of the three little monsters to put them down. Below them was more than a thousand-foot drop, too far for Dream to tank safely. If he jumped he wouldn’t survive, but neither would his friends.

“Total annihilation in t-minus thirty seconds,” the computer called out.

“Nowhere to go from here,” Dream gasped. “Where’s Bad? You said Bad would be here!”

“He’s supposed to be here!” Sapnap argued.

“He said the only reason he wouldn’t be here is if he was dead!” George said worriedly.

Just then, there was an explosion from behind them, blowing them all off the landing pad and into a free-fall. All four monsters screamed before, suddenly, they hit something soft and firm. Dream gasped into familiar fur. In front of him, latched onto a furry brown horn, was Bad. Below them was Patches, the cat-caterpillar – or rather, now the butterfly-cat. Sprouted from her back were two newly formed beautiful brown-red-and-white patched wings.

“I said I would be dead … or late!” Bad yelled over the wind.

Behind them, as they flew away on the new butterfly-cat, the alien ship exploded into over a million pieces. Sapnap laughed joyfully. Dream was just happy that everyone he cared about was alive and well. They slowly headed back toward Florida – toward home.

As soon as Patches landed safely in his parent’s neighbourhood – maybe accidentally pushing aside a car or two on the way down – Dream was quick to slide off her back. He loved Patches, truly, but he was glad to have his feet back on the ground. Dream then spotted a crowd growing on the road, made up of all his parents’ neighbours and friends. He heard the yelling from his own friends – “He’s back!” and “Dream’s the goat!” and “Did you see what happened?!” – and then he saw his parents.

“Clay!” His father and mother called at the same time.

“Mom! Dad!” Dream exclaimed.

For all he had wished he was a giant back on the alien spaceship to help save his friends – and how he didn’t mind being this size once again – he still wished that sometimes, he could be smaller, if only so he could hug those he cared about. And, just like that, his body seemed to listen to him. With a gasp, Dream was suddenly shrinking down. He was still absurdly tall – maybe ten feet or so – but he was actually able to hug his mother and father like this. His parents’ jaws dropped at his display of power, but they still welcomed his embrace.

“Oh, gods,” his mother said. “I hope you’re okay. That – that alien didn’t lay a hand on you, did they?”

“I’m fine, mom,” Dream said. “In fact, I’m better than fine. I feel great!”

And he wasn’t lying. Ever since regaining the quantonium, his body had healed the bruises around his neck and wiped away any aches and pains he’d had.

But then his ears started to twitch as he heard a familiar voice.

“Excuse me! Hello! Coming through!” From the crowd emerged Quackity, a camera man following intently behind him. Quackity was dressed in his usual work attire, a nice suit jacket, slacks, and leather shoes, along with his hair being gelled back. Quackity turned to Dream with a smile, having to crane his neck to look Dream in the eyes. His eyes widened. “Dream!”

Dream’s eyes locked on his ex-fiancé. “Quackity?”

“Babe,” Quackity started, “I thought long and hard about what happened between us – and I want you to know … I forgive you.”

“You … you forgive me?”

“Of course!” Quackity said. He gave what was probably supposed to be a reassuring smile, but only came off as arrogant. “I decided … it wasn’t your fault you got hit by a meteor and ruined everything. And you know what? I say maybe you didn’t ruin everything – I just got a call from New York. They offered me the network! All I need to do is get an exclusive interview from you.”

“… really?” Dream asked.

“Yeah!” Quackity had stars in his eyes. “I get my dream job, and you get your dream guy. It’s a win-win for Team García!”

“Quackity, that’s … amazing. You know what – is the camera rolling?” Dream tilted his head.

“Absolutely!” Quackity gestured to the camera behind him. “All you need to do is – whoa!”

Dream quickly grew back to his hundred-foot-tall size with a mere thought, his entire body glowing a faint green. He knelt down and picked up Quackity by the back of his suit jacket, causing Quackity to have to hug himself so he wouldn’t slip out of the jacket and fall the twenty feet to the asphalt. Dream held Quackity up in front of his face, and he watched as Quackity gulped thickly. He grinned, all teeth, sharp and white.

“Good,” Dream said, “because I wouldn’t want your fans to miss this. After everything you said and did to me over the years, this is Clay Greene saying: Goodbye Quackity!”

He gently flicked Quackity, but with his increased size and strength, Quackity went flying into the air.

Dream knelt lower and whispered to Karl, “can you catch him?”

Karl nodded and quickly moved over to catch and swallow Quackity from his free-fall, eventually spitting him out. Quackity was left slumped on the asphalt, covered in purple goo and utterly humiliated. Karl stuck his tongue out and said, “bleh. You taste like a selfish jerk.”

Quackity turned toward the camera with a defeated look in his eyes. “Just … turn it off.”

As it turned out, some of the slaves got off the alien ship before it exploded by using the few free escape pods. Hundreds of aliens – from insect-like looking humanoids to lizard-looking aliens – came off the escape pods, seeking asylum on Earth. The American government had to deal with these asylum seekers, but it was by the persuasion of Bad that they were treated as people and not slaves. By hosting them at Area Fifty-Something for a few months, they were able to integrate the aliens into human society by giving them jobs, homes, and yes – with Jurelle as their spokesperson, they all got dental insurance, as well. And eventually, the humans in Florida got used to their new monster and alien residents.

“Monsters, I’m so proud of you!” Bad said, back at Area Fifty-Something. The monsters were gathered in the commons, and Bad was back in his jetpack. Patches laid on the floor, flapping her wings and swishing her tail, enjoying pets from Dream, who currently stood at three hundred feet tall for an easier time petting the new butterfly-cat. “You saved not just Florida, not just America, not just hundreds of alien slaves, but the world as a whole! While the property damage costs from your fight and the explosion may be high, my pride for you guys is even higher! But, and I hate to say this, the world needs you again.”

“What is it, Bad?” Dream asked. He turned and pulled his knees up to his chest, hugging them. Patches meowed loudly when he stopped petting her.

“It seems a snail fell into a French nuclear reactor, turning into a giant monster in the process. As we speak, it is slowly making its way to Paris.”

“Well,” Dream said, looking over at the three little monsters. He grinned and said in jest, “I’ve always wanted to go to Paris.” By now, they all knew his failed engagement and ruined honeymoon story. Sapnap snorted, George smiled, and Karl giggled.

Sapnap looked over at Patches. “I’m in if Patches is in.”

Patches meowed in agreement.

“I’m in!” Karl said.

“Count me in, too! I’ll go anywhere Dream goes!” George said, then blushed, seeming to realise what he just said out loud.

“Well then,” Bad said, “it’s time to save the world again!”

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monsters vs aliens

(ao3)

Chapter 6: Selfish Jerk

Far, far away from Earth – though, maybe a little closer this time – a spaceship floated through the vast galaxy. Inside that spaceship, Exdee stood overlooking a giant screen, which showed real-time footage from its robot probe on Earth. For a while, Exdee saw nothing but the stupid buildings and technology that the Earthlings had invented. The robot even crushed a few Earthlings, nothing sad there. But then he showed up. The freakishly large Earthling, the one that stole his quantonium. Exdee got increasingly angrier and angrier the longer he watched the footage, seeing that – that Earth freak beat his robot! Its ethereally beautiful face became marred with a sneer, long canines bared.

Above it, its computer’s voice echoed. “Retrieval has failed,” the computer said. Exdee slammed its fists down on the table in front of it, denting the metal. “Don’t get upset. It happens to everyone.”

“That lower life form thinks he can steal my quantonium?” Exdee demanded. “Send another probe!”

“Quantonium cannot be retried via robot anymore,” the computer said matter-of-factly, ignoring the building rage on Exdee’s face. “The carbon-based life-form, locally known as ‘Dream,’ is now too strongly bonded with the quantonium for that to work.”

“Oh,” Exdee said, taking this personally, “he thinks because he’s all big and strong, and he can destroy my robot probe, that he’s going to send me running and hiding?” Exdee snarled, eyes flashing dangerously. It balled its four fists in rage and fear. “My days of running and hiding are over! Computer, set a course to Earth. I will retrieve the quantonium myself, even if I need to rip it out of the Earthling’s body one cell at a time.”

Not long after the robot’s demise, the military came back to pick the monsters up. Patches was acting a little strange, and her fur looked a little bleak, but she was still easily lured away from the damaged bridge with a large ball and string. The other four monsters left in another plane. Back in the cramped cargo plane, sitting hunched over, and thankfully only a hundred feet tall again, Dream was still riding the high of defeating the alien robot. Beside him sat Karl and Sapnap, listening to him ramble. George was still sitting on Dream’s shoulder, and Dream didn’t even care – in fact, he found it comforting, the way George was cuddled up to his neck, gripping the collar of his jumpsuit with his little claws.

“Two months ago, if you had asked me to defeat a giant alien robot, I’d have told you to go fuck yourself,” Dream said, excitedly. He flapped his hands. “But I did it! Me! I’m still shaking. Like, did you see what I did out there? I grew to over four hundred feet tall!”

“You were heroic, one could say,” George joked, poking at Dream’s neck. Dream blushed. He lifted his head to see George in his peripheral vision, who was staring up at him with awe. “I especially loved how you saved those people on the bridge; it was a nice touch.”

“But did you see how strong he was? He completely ripped the arm off a three-hundred-foot-tall robot!” Sapnap added. “Now that was badass!”

“I liked the part where he grew,” Karl said. “The green lights were pretty.”

“Yeah, that was so cool, too!” Sapnap said. “I just wish … I don’t know? That I’d been able to do more? My fire didn’t even dent the robot.” He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.

“Oh, poor Sappy,” George teased, “couldn’t compete with the big, strong giant? No wonder you’re depressed.”

“Hey, I’m not depressed!” Sapnap snapped, “I’m just … tired.”

“Why are you tired? You didn’t do anything?” Karl said.

Sapnap growled.

“Okay! Let’s stop there!” Dream said, holding out a hand and stopping Sapnap from jumping Karl. His fingers wrapped around the tiny figure completely, and Dream winced, but Sapnap didn’t seem to care. He was more focused on getting to Karl, hopelessly fighting against Dream’s hand. Dream was just glad he didn’t light himself on fire while he was holding him. “Let’s just say everyone was a little rusty at first. I mean, I definitely didn’t start out that heroically … besides, we’ll all be back to our old selves soon enough, and Sapnap can go back to fighting George and being badass.”

“What … does that mean?” Karl asked sadly. “… ‘back to our old selves’?”

“What Karl is trying to say,” George said carefully, “is that we like the new Dream. I don’t – I mean, we don’t – want you to … leave us.”

“Well, that’s sweet,” Dream said, “but I have a normal life waiting for me, you know?”

“So, uh, tell me, exactly, how this ‘normal life’ thing works with you being a giant?” Sapnap asked, gesturing to Dream’s … everything.

“Well, you saw what I did out there, right?” Dream said. “I can … what did George call it? Size-shift? I went from a hundred feet to fifty feet, to four hundred feet tall in seconds. I must be able to shrink down even more, right? There’s something going on with the extraterrestrial energy I absorbed – there must be some way to control it. Besides, Quackity won’t rest until we figure out how to work it. We’re a team, after all … not that we aren’t, though,” Dream said sheepishly, gesturing to the three little monsters. “But I miss my old life, you know? I want to see my friends and family and fiancé again.”

“Maybe, then, we could meet them?” George asked tentatively.

“Really?” Dream said. “You guys would want to meet Quackity?”

“Oh, I want to meet him, alright,” Sapnap muttered, grinding his fist into his palm. Dream figured he wasn’t supposed to hear that, so he ignored it until: “Sure. But we would also want to meet your family. That’d be okay, right?”

“Of course!” Dream said. “My parents loved my old friends, and they’ll love you, too.”

Dream was able to feel the plane touching down. He was literally shaking with excitement.

“First stop, Salt Springs!” Bad said cheerfully. He leaned over the railing of the platform in the cargo plane, looking down on the monsters with a smile. “Dream, I called your family to let them know you were coming home. I also called the Salt Springs Police Department and told them not to shoot at you. You guys have until midnight, where we’ll meet back up to transport you guys back to base.”

Dream looked up at Bad from where he was hunched over in the cargo hold. The man wasn’t wearing his typical jetpack right now, instead he was just wearing his casual military uniform, his long hair was tied up in a bun, and a few loose strands framed his face. Now, Dream wasn’t stupid enough to call Bad a friend – he was still an infamous military general, and the one in charge of keeping the monsters locked up. But Dream also knew enough to know that Bad didn’t need to give them visitation times in the real world; he didn’t need to give them their freedom back. He could have forced the monsters to face off against the giant alien robot for no reward. Except he didn’t. Instead, he purposefully made a deal with the president so that his monsters could have more freedom, and that made all the difference.

“Thanks, Bad,” Dream smiled. He scooted out of the cargo hold after the ramp lowered, following Karl and Sapnap. George made a strange clicking sound and jumped from Dream’s shoulder to catch up with the other two, gliding with his wings.

After Dream got on the road, he reached up and stretched, feeling immediate relief. He looked around the area, quickly recognising the houses and road signs. The houses were pristine, the white picket fences were straight, and cars were parked out in front of every house. Everything was tinier than Dream remembered, and it was a little hard to get his bearings at first due to the new perspective he had (so high up in the air), but just being home made him feel warm inside. It helped that it was late, and the neighbourhood was empty of driving cars or people loitering, so Dream was able to step out onto the road and begin walking without fear of stepping on anyone.

“Whoa, this is … really nice,” George muttered. If Dream didn’t know better, he would guess that George looked a little self-conscious. “I didn’t know you came from such a … normal neighbourhood.”

“I did tell you,” Dream said, “that I had a normal life waiting for me. I wasn’t kidding. Now, come on. My parents’ house is this way.”

As they walked, Dream tried to coach the three little monsters on interacting with people in the outside world. After all, they had all been locked up for over a decade and hadn’t had normal interactions with others in a long, long time. Or for people like Karl, who had been locked up almost immediately and never had contact with the outside world, never.

“Okay, so, just remember, my family aren’t used to seeing anything … out of the ordinary, like … you,” Dream said, wincing, gesturing to George and his bug-like features, “or you …” He gestured to Sapnap and his demon characteristics, “or … you,” Dream pointed to Karl and his goopy body, “or even … me, now, I guess.” Dream sighed, trying to ignore how much of a freak he was now. “So just, you know, be cool. Don’t freak them out. Don’t break anything. Don’t set anything on fire. Don’t eat anything unless offered.” Dream gave a hard stare at each little monster in turn.

Karl pouted. “But what if I want to eat their car?”

“Karl, no!” Dream scolded.

Before he could say anything else, he was interrupted.

“Clay?”

Dream froze. He hadn’t heard that voice for two months, and he turned to find his mother standing on the front porch of her house. Dream hadn’t even realised how close they were to his parents’ house. His mother looked almost the same as she did on his wedding; her copper hair, which Dream had inherited, was curly and pulled up in a high bun. Her brown eyes were wide with surprise. But now he could see the large bags under her eyes, and how ragged she looked. Beside her, his father stepped out from inside the house, green eyes also wide. To the side of them were all Dream’s friends: Punz, Sam, and Sylvee. Seeing all his friends and family made Dream’s eyes begin to sting with tears. He was very careful as he kneeled on the front lawn, bending down to tentatively reach out to his parents. He winced when he saw just how large his hand was in comparison; it could curl completely around his mother. But instead of being cowed by his size, or thinking him a freak, his friends and family eagerly stepped forward to be within his hands for a hug – or rather, a mockery of a hug.

“Mom? Dad?” He said, “Punz, Sam, Sylvee?”

“It’s so good to see you again!” John, Dream’s father, said.

Helen, Dream’s mother, stepped back to get a better look at her child. Dream knew he looked very different from the last time she saw him, and he looked away, insecure. When his mother saw the rough state her son was in, though, she placed her hand over her mouth in emotion. “Oh dear … did they … experiment on you?”

“No, mom, I’m fine,” Dream said, giving a small smile. “I just got done fighting a giant alien robot – I’m allowed to look a little rough.” He laughed nervously when his mother gasped.

“They made you fight that thing?” Helen demanded. “We saw it on the news, and we were all so scared. We were lucky it was on Anastasia Island and not closer to home.”

“But I bet Dream gave it a good ass whooping,” Sam joked.

“Right?” Punz added. He looked toward Dream and whistled lowly. “I mean, at your size now, you must be insanely strong. No need to go to the gym at all.”

“His outfit could use a little fixing, though,” Sylvee commented. “But other than that, I think the white hair is cute. At least you didn’t lose any of your curl – oh. Who are they?” Sylvee pointed behind Dream, toward the three little monsters. Suddenly, his friends and family looked apprehensive. Dream pulled his hands away to gesture to his other, monster friends.

“It’s okay, they’re with me. These are my new friends – George, Karl, and Sapnap. The only one missing is Patches, but she’s too big to bring to the neighbourhood.” Dream pointed to each one in turn. They all smiled nervously and waved. Karl giggled. Dream looked back to his friends and family, finding someone was missing. “But … where’s Quackity?”

“He’s at work, sweetie,” Helen said, frowning. Dream could already guess what her opinion on that was.

“You know how he is about his career,” John shrugged.

“We all know,” Sam mumbled, at the same time George muttered: “Oh, of course.”

Dream watched as his old friends and his new friends stopped, turned to look at each other, and a mutual understanding flowed between them. Dream almost groaned. He did not need his friends and family ganging up on Quackity.

“Well,” Dream said, “we can’t celebrate without him. I’ll go get him if I have to.”

He stood up, being careful to put room between himself and his friends and family, so that he wouldn’t crush them. He was about to start walking when his mother called, “Clay, wait! What do I do with your friends while you’re gone?”

“Just put out some snacks! They’ll eat literally anything!” Dream said, waving flippantly. And then he was on his way to the St. Augustine’s weather and news station.

Once George was sure Dream was out of earshot, he turned to Dream’s friends and family. For a moment, he felt a yearning; he yearned for the normalcy that they had, the way they effortlessly accepted Dream and his giant-ness, and the way Dream wanted them around rather than George, Karl, and Sapnap. But that moment passed quickly, as he realised there was no use in wanting for things that weren’t possible. Instead, he hesitantly stepped forward, pushing his hair and antenna back in a nervous tic.

“So, we all agree that Quackity isn’t the … best for Dream?” George asked, trying his best to keep civil.

Sam – or who he assumed was Sam – snorted. The man had a kind face, short beard, and blond hair. He was also tall, probably six feet or a little taller. “He’s an asshole,” Sam said bluntly. “But I’m already assuming that Dream has waxed poetic about him to you guys?”

“Yeah, what else would they do, all locked up?” The shorter man, also one of Dream’s friends, asked.

“Punz!” The girl – Sylvee? – hissed.

“Nah, it’s good,” Sapnap said, shrugging. “I spend, like, ninety percent of my time watching anime or playing video games. There’s not much to do at Area Fifty-Something. Dream arriving was probably the most exciting thing to happen to us over the past few years.”

“You play games? Which games do you play?” Punz asked excitedly.

While Punz and Sapnap got into a passionate conversation about the best video games to play, which Sam and Sylvee joined – apparently George was surrounded by sweaty gamers – George turned to Dream’s parents, who were watching the exchange between monsters and Dream’s friends with fond looks. George had once been human before, and even though he wasn’t dating Dream, he still felt the nervous jitters one got before meeting a partner’s parents.

“I’m George,” he said, offering his hand, careful to angle his little claws away from them. “And Dream is my friend. He’s told us a lot about you guys. He was so excited to see you again.”

“Well,” Helen said, taking George’s offered hand, “it’s nice to have someone looking out for Clay.”

Quackity laughed at the joke his fellow new anchor cracked about the weather. “That’s hilarious, Charlie.” He turned back to the camera. “You know, that’s exactly the kind of down-home country humour I’m going to miss when I’m in Tampa.” He straightened his tie and smiled. “But unfortunately, this is Alexis García, signing off for the very last time. Good night, St. Augustine!”

Quackity held still as he kept smiling into the camera, until the director signaled to him.

“And … cut!” The director called.

There was a smattering of clapping throughout the studio, and Quackity stepped off his box and turned to the make-up artist who approached him to touch-up his looks. The woman was about Quackity’s height, if not a little shorter. She had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Her name was Alyssa, and she was beautiful. Though she had a disinterested look on her face as she brought a make-up brush to his cheek, Quackity knew she was only playing hard to get. He grinned at her.

“Did you like that sign off?” He asked, “I just made it up on the fly –”

“Uh, Alexis?” An intern tapped Quackity on the shoulder. Quackity turned, only to find the intern towered over him. The boy looked way too young to be working in a news station, and he had a nervous air about him.

Quackity gave a sharp glare to the intern interrupting his conversation. “What?”

“You – you have a visitor on the roof. Um, standing by the roof … building? Uh – actually, it would just be easier to show you.”

Quackity looked at the intern in confusion. “Who would want to meet me on the roof?”

But nonetheless, he followed the intern to the stairs that led to the roof, and he gave the intern a confused look when the kid’s hands shook as they opened the access door. His confusion only grew when the intern squeaked out a “good luck!” before practically running away. But then he turned around, saw what stood next to the building, and his confusion was shocked away because there, standing at almost a hundred feet tall, was Dream.

His hair was a little different, his eyes looked too bright, and he was wearing a military green jumpsuit, but it was definitely his ex-fiancé, Dream.

Dream, who had disappeared two months ago, and never reappeared or reached out.

Dream, who was a giant now, apparently.

Dream felt happy butterflies in his stomach when he saw Quackity. It had been difficult to get a hold of someone who could reach out to Quackity, but after talking to the manager of the news station building – who had come out to see what the ruckus was about, seeing as how half of his employees were staring, gaping at the scene outside their windows – he was able to wait outside the building while someone grabbed his fiancé and brought him to the roof. The building only came up to his waist, so he carefully got down on his knees, so that he could see Quackity face-to-face.

It took a while, but finally, Dream saw the access door open to the roof, and Quackity stepped out. He looked handsome, as always. Unlike his mother, who looked like she hadn’t gotten any sleep the past month, Quackity looked well put together. His suit was impeccable, his hair was gelled back, and his brown eyes shone in the moonlight.

“Quackity!” Dream breathed.

“D-Dream?!” Quackity sputtered, looking shocked. “You’re – you’re huge!”

Dream winced. He knew what he looked like, especially after his fight with the robot. But he knew Quackity could look past that … hoped he could look past that. After all, he was going to figure out a way to get back to normal. Soon, he would be back to his normal life, with normal friends, and a normal size. Though, he would miss George, Karl, Patches, and Sapnap – but … normal was better. Right?

“Yeah,” Dream agreed with Quackity, “I am … big. But I’m still me. I’m still the same guy you fell in love with.”

“Except you did just destroy the Bridge of Lions,” Quackity said, throwing his hands out helplessly. His eyes were wide, his breathing unsteady. He took a couple steps back from the edge of the building, away from Dream, and Dream’s heart sunk.

“Well, but that was the only way I was going to stop that giant robot,” Dream said meekly, remembering how much property damage he had caused because of his size alone. Then he remembered how the three little monsters had cheered him on and praised him for defeating the alien robot. He smiled softly at the memory, suddenly proud. “I mean, did you ever think I could do something like that?”

“No,” Quackity said, deadpan, “I didn’t. I can say it never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, occurred to me.”

Quackity gave Dream a ‘what the fuck’ look and Dream grimaced.

“Look, I know this is a little weird,” Dream said. Then looked down at himself, kneeling, just so he could be eye-to-eye with a building. He laughed self depreciatingly. “Okay, it’s a lot weird. But we’ll figure it out! I’m not stuck like … this.” Dream gestured to his body. “I can size-shift. If I can figure out how to do it on command, I can be … normal again. And I know that, together, we can find a way to get me back to normal.”

“Dream,” Quackity said, like he was talking to a child, “Try and look at this from my perspective. I have an audience that depends on me for news, weather, sports, and heart-warming fluff pieces. So … you expect me to put all that on hold while you try to undo this thing that happened to you? That I had absolutely nothing to do with?”

“Yes,” Dream said, frowning. Quackity sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “That’s exactly what I expect. What – what about the life we always talked about? Don’t you still want that?”

“Of course!” Quackity reassured. But then he pulled the rug out from beneath Dream’s feet: “I just … don’t see how I can have that with you.”

Quackity winced.

“Quackity,” Dream said, voice thick. “Please, don’t do this.”

“You have to face the facts, Dream,” Quackity said seriously. “Please don’t crush me for saying this, but I’m not looking to get married and spend the rest of my life in someone else’s shadow. And … you’re casting a pretty big shadow. I’m sorry, but it’s over.” Quackity walked back to the access door and opened it before turning back to Dream. “Good luck figuring out … all of that.”

Dream didn’t want to go back to his parents’ house and embarrass himself in front of everyone by admitting he was dumped by his fiancé. It was a good thing, then, that by the time he got back, the cargo plane was already back and ready to go. Dream wiped away his tears so that no one saw, hugged his parents and friends one last time – or what passed for a hug at his freakish height – and then climbed into the plane to go … home? What else was he supposed to call the military base that had held him prisoner for two months and would now probably hold him forever.

He wasn’t really in the mood to talk, but it seemed like the three little monsters were.

“Wow! Your friends and parents are a lot nicer than Quack …” Sapnap glanced over at George, who was giving Sapnap a sharp glare. “I mean, your friends and parents were really nice. Punz, Sam, and Sylvee were great to talk to about video games. They didn’t even treat us like monsters – they treated us like people.”

“Right,” Dream said, voice hollow, “Monsters.”

“Anyway, how was Quackity?” George asked.

For a few moments, Dream was silent. His heart still felt broken. But then he looked at the three little monsters, who had stuck with him throughout the two months of imprisonment – who hadn’t treated him any differently for being a freak – and rage filled him.

“Quackity is a selfish jerk,” he spat.

“No!” Karl gasped.

“Yes!” Dream said, even angrier. “All that talk about ‘us’ – ‘I’m so proud of us,’ and ‘us just got a job in Tampa’ – there is no ‘us’! There was only Quackity. Why did I need to get hit by a meteor and turn into a freak to see that? I was such an idiot!” Dream stopped when he felt tears starting down his cheeks, and he hunched over more, hiding his face in his hands.

He felt a small touch on his ankle. When he looked down, George was staring at him with an intensity that was frightening. “You are not a freak,” George said firmly.

“You guys said it yourselves – we’re all monsters,” Dream said. “I’m a monster. I was stupid to ever think I could go back to a normal life.”

“Maybe you can’t go back go a normal life, but … is that really that bad?” Sapnap said hesitantly. “I mean, we’ve all established that Quackity is an asshole. But your parents, your other friends – they’re awesome. They welcome you just how you are. And you have us, too.”

“That’s right,” George said. “You have us. You have … you have a new life. Look at what you’ve done so far: you saved Florida and probably the entirety of America from a giant alien robot!”

Dream wiped at his tears and sniffled.

“You know what … you’re right,” he said. “Why did I ever think life with Quackity would be so great, anyway? I mean, meeting you guys? Amazing! George, you can crawl up walls and build a supercomputer out of a pizza box, a couple of stray wires, and radio antenna. And Sapnap – you’re from a completely different universe, can breathe fire, and you’re literally so badass!” Sapnap puffed his chest out in pride. Dream turned to Karl. “And Karl, you … you’re near indestructible. I mean, who else could be completely ripped in half and smushed like a pancake and end up without a single scratch?”

“Sapnap?” Karl guessed.

“No, you!” Dream said, laughing.

“Amazing!” Karl exclaimed.

“Don’t short-change yourself, either,” George said.

“Oh, I’m not going to second-guess myself ever again!” Dream said, riled up now. “I mean, look what I’ve done without Quackity. Fighting an alien robot? That was me, not him. And that was amazing!”

The three little monsters all agreed and cheered.

Dream opened his mouth to thank the others, when suddenly, the cargo plane shuddered violently. Dream hit his head on the ceiling and hissed. That was going to leave a dent in the metal. The three little monsters all yelled-out and fell to the floor. The intercom crackled and the pilot’s voice came through: “We’re, uh, experiencing some moderate –” the plane shook violently again, dropping through the air “– okay, we’re experiencing severe turbulence. Weather’s all clear, but it looks like we have interference from another aircraft, so I’m going to perform an emergency landing.”

“What would another aircraft –” Dream didn’t get to finish his sentence because he experienced the sudden feeling of his stomach dropping, and despite there being no windows in the cargo plane to see outside, he knew what that meant. He lunged forward to grab his friends, scooping them up in his giant hands, holding them to his chest in the hopes that he could keep them safe.

Then there was a crash, the sound of metal ripping, a bright light, and everything went dark.

#giant!dream #tiny!quackity #tiny!sapnap #tiny!george #tiny!karl #gt-mcyt monsters vs aliens au

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gt-mcyt · 9 months ago

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You were lovely to commission! Thank you so much for the art 🎨 💙

Commission for @gt-mcyt 's fic, Monsters vs Aliens! Totally recommend reading it, it's awesome : D

And thank you dude for the commish! Super fun to do!

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #gt-mcyt #giant!dream #tiny!george #monsters vs aliens

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gt-mcyt · 10 months ago

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Also forgot I was gatekeeping this drawing

If I remember right the idea was kickstarted by @baka-monarch talking about a tiny Tommy mermaid living in symbiose Dream

I really like the idea of sea monster sized mermaids :) Here Dream is probably a bit to close to the shore, having followed these poachers after he noticed Tommy missing, or something like that!

#dreblr #giant!dream #tiny!tommy #merperson dream #merperson tommy

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still my little guppy

(ao3)

Dream was around six cycles old when he started to realise, he … wasn’t quite like his mama.

Sure, they both had tails. But Dream’s tail was eel-like, armoured, and a mottled green. His mama’s tail was thicker, a faint reddish brown, and had a large tail fin that billowed out gracefully. They both had curly hair. Except Dream’s hair was a dark blond, almost copper, and mostly curled at the ends rather than all the way through. His mama’s hair was a stark white and curly all over. They both had claws. But Dream’s claws were long and jagged and black, and he had webs between his fingers that helped him swim faster. His mama’s claws were shorter and pale, and she didn’t have the webs. They both had sharp teeth. Except Dream’s teeth were jagged, like a shark, and grew back almost instantly when he lost them. His mama couldn’t grow back her teeth.

They had far more things in difference than in common.

And there was also the fact that Dream was as big as his mama, and he was only six cycles old.

At first, Dream hadn’t noticed. He was young and caught up in exploring the world around him. He loved to chase the little crabs in the sand and bite through their armour, getting to the juicy meat inside. He enjoyed swimming around the caves they visited. He wanted to spend his days hunting and swimming like a big boy. He wanted to learn everything he could about the world around him. It was like everything was fine, and then one day, the veil was peeled back from his eyes, and he finally noticed that he and his mama weren’t the same. His mama always called him her “little guppy” and “little mer,” but Dream was starting to suspect that he wasn’t a regular mer pup, and never had been.

It was getting late, and his mama had come back from the market. Dream greeted her at the opening to their cave, snuggling under her chin like a pup. His mama carded her claws through his hair, scratching at his scalp, and Dream purred.

That was another thing his mama couldn’t do.

Instead, she chirped in response.

She smelled happy.

Another thing that was different about them.

“I always love when my little guppy greets me!” His mama said, pressing kisses to his cheeks and forehead. “I missed my little mer so much today!”

Dream let his mama put her bags away before hugging his tail to his chest, feeling insecure. He glanced over at his mama, who looked so different from him, and who was already smaller than him at six cycles old. Dream was only now realising that it wasn’t normal, and it made him feel shameful and stupid for not seeing it before.

“Mama,” Dream said sadly, “I’m not a mer, am I?”

His mama froze. “Who told you?” She asked. “Did one of the mers from the village come by? I told them not to come by unless I was here, they’re not supposed to see –” She stopped suddenly, as if realising what she was about to say.

“Me,” Dream finished. “Because I’m not a mer.”

His mama looked spooked. There was a tangy scent in the water, like a deep-rooted fear. Dream had always enjoyed being able to smell emotions – he loved when his mama smelled happy, safe, warm – but he didn’t like the fear that he smelled now. He wondered whether his mama was scared of others finding out about Dream, or if … or if she was scared of him.

“Mama,” he said again, tears coming to his eyes.

“Oh, my little Daydream,” his mama said, remorseful. She swam closer and wrapped her arms around him in an embrace, but he was bigger than her, and her arms just barely came all the way around him. It only made Dream cry harder in response. “It’s okay … you’re right, you’re not a mer. But you’re still my pup. You’re still my son.”

“What am I?” Dream sniffled.

“My son,” his mama repeated.

“No,” Dream said, “what am I?”

It was here that his mama hesitated, before finally saying with a sigh: “a siren.”

It was Dream’s turn to freeze.

Now, Dream didn’t get to go into the village often. He hadn’t gone into the village in over a cycle, since he started growing bigger than his mama. He hadn’t understood why his mama kept him isolated, but now he knew. Even he could remember the stories the villagers told him as a young pup, the stories about giant sirens and how bloodthirsty they were, how they could wipe out entire mer settlements in mere minutes. He remembered the haunted look on one of the elder’s faces when she described the siren she once saw, how they were almost a hundred feet long, violent, and how she barely escaped with her life.

“A siren?” Dream echoed; his voice was raspy. “I’m a monster?”

“No!” His mama scolded, loudly, and Dream flinched back. Her face did something complicated, and the scent in the water went sour. “No,” she said again, softer. “You’re not a monster, Daydream.”

“But you said –”

“That you’re a siren, not a monster,” his mama said clearly. “It’s true, sirens are known to … to hurt mers. But not all sirens are monsters. You’re certainly not; you’re just a pup. It’s how you’re raised, not what you are, that makes you who you are. And I know that I raised my little guppy to be a good man. You would never hurt another mer. Do you understand?”

Dream sniffled. He still didn’t feel so sure about it, knowing he was a siren, and that so many mers would be frightened of him if they saw him, but he did know his mama would never hurt him on purpose. She may have lied to him about what he was, but she genuinely loved him.

“I do,” he finally said.

“And I want you to know that no matter what size you grow to, no matter what you are,” his mama said, “that I will always love you, no matter what.”

Dream couldn’t help himself – he dove back into his mama’s arms, no matter the fact that his mama struggled to hug him. He snuggled under her chin again, purring. “I love you too, mama.”

#giant!dream #tiny!puffy #siren dream #merperson dream #merperson puffy

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gt-mcyt · 10 months ago

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Me, holding up a Bible: hey it says here that God is bigger then the Earth does that mean that we’re tinies in canon?

The church, cocking a rifle: idk why don’t you go ask him

#giant/tiny

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gt-mcyt · 10 months ago

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monsters vs aliens

(ao3)

Chapter 5: Monsters VS Aliens

George knew that monsters, by the American government’s definition – different, non-human, and dangerous to society – were rare. Sure, there were plenty of people and things dangerous to society, but not many of them were non-human, which was the key part in allowing the government to lock them up without legal protest. George was the first “monster” captured and experimented on by the American government, after all – even if he was more of a mutant than monster, if you wanted to get technical – and Karl and Sapnap came not long after he was detained. They were lucky that all three popped into existence around the same time, really. So, he didn’t expect another addition to Area Fifty-Something within his lifetime. And if there was, he expected it to be a werewolf or a vampire of some sort, not a cute, white-haired, hundred-foot-tall man – err, pretend you didn’t hear the “cute” part.

Despite Sapnap’s teasing, George knew that the demon also found the giant man cute and intimidating, and not in a scary way, but in a “trying to talk to him makes me stutter and blush” kind of way.

If only Dream wasn’t so held up on this Quackity guy.

“Quackity said …” this, and “Quackity said …” that.

George was getting tired of hearing about Quackity, and it wasn’t because he was jealous (yes, he was mature enough to admit that he was jealous Dream was engaged to someone else). It was because despite the obvious stars in Dream’s eyes every time he talked about his fiancé, George couldn’t help but hate every fact and memory Dream shared about the man. If he was being honest, Quackity sounded like an asshole. But Dream just couldn’t see it!

Maybe, eventually, George could get Dream to see his worth. Maybe, eventually, George could get Dream to look past his bug eyes and cockroach wings and get him to flirt back with him. Maybe, eventually, they could be together in the way that George wanted.

But today, George had a different goal: get Dream to shrink down to his previous height.

George was going to do it by using certain electrical currents, which would hopefully interact with the extra-terrestrial energy in Dream’s body, and – if the extra-terrestrial energy was the cause of his immense size and strength, like George suspected it was – it should reverse the energy’s effects on Dream. George may have been more of a chemist and biologist than engineer, but he still knew his way around a computer and electrical parts. So, using a pizza box, a toaster, stolen computer parts from the prison office (but shh, no he doesn’t have those parts), wires he’d pulled from the wall in his bedroom (he definitely didn’t do that, either), some stray batteries that had been in his lunch a couple days ago, some paper clips, and … hmm, he was still missing something.

Behind George, Sapnap and Karl were playing Go-Fish with Area Fifty-Something themed cards; however, playing any intelligent game with Karl was like trying to turn lead into gold (and trust George, he’d tried – he could branch out from chemistry and biology if he wanted, thank you very much!) Karl just … didn’t have a brain. And he wasn’t very good at cards, either. Patches sat behind Karl, peeking at his cards, and occasionally giving Sapnap hints when she felt like it.

The fact that Patches was more intelligent than Karl sometimes amused George, and sometimes filled him with sorrow.

“Go fish,” Sapnap said to Karl. He looked up at Patches, who started to lick her paw three times in succession, then stopped. Sapnap smirked. “Do you … have any … threes?”

Karl’s purple eyes widened. “Yes, I do! How are you doing this? You’re the luckiest guy I know!”

Sapnap grinned and cracked his knuckles. He reached over to the radio on their table and tweaked the antenna, helping the static fall away and making the music clearer. George’s eyes narrowed. Bingo. “Luck ain’t got nothing to do with it,” Sapnap said. “I’m just that – what the … hey!”

George jumped from Dream’s bigger table and used his wings to glide to the other, normal-sized table. He plucked the antenna from the radio, evaded Sapnap’s fiery fist trying to grab him, and scurried back over to Dream’s shoes. Dream, wordlessly, reached down from where he was sitting in his chair, and George climbed onto Dream’s palm. It felt leathery and firm, and Dream’s fingers were almost all as tall as George. Feeling Dream lift him from the ground to the table was like being on a roller coaster with no safety straps or harnesses; the only thing keeping George from tumbling to the floor was how Dream’s fingers curled over him in a mock prison, to keep him safe. George’s stomach was left behind as he went from ground level to fifty feet in the air in seconds.

As he was gently pushed from Dream’s palm onto the metal table, deposited by the Macgyvered computer, George’s stomach became unsettled for a whole other reason. George, still on his hands and knees, looked up at Dream and made eye contact with his gorgeous green – though they looked golden to George – eyes. His white hair curled and framed his soft face. It was like a bunch of baby cockroaches – or butterflies, whatever the saying was – were fluttering around in George’s belly.

“Uh, George?” Dream said. “Do you finally have what you need?”

“Um,” George said eloquently. Then he snapped back to himself, shaking his head. “Yes, yes, I do. In fact, I have everything I need.” He got to his feet and hurried over to the computer, sticking the antenna into the port he had created. The computer screen, which had been staticky before, now gave a clear visual. George laughed in victory. “They called me crazy, but I’ll show them – I’ll show them all!”

“George,” Dream said, looking concerned, “I’d prefer it if you didn’t do your mad scientist laugh while I’m hooked up to this machine.”

Patches meowed loudly, padding over to Dream’s chair and head-butting Dream’s side.

Sapnap leaned back in his own chair, “Patches is right. Dream, you’ve been letting Dr. Cockroach over here experiment on you for a month.”

“I’m not Dr. Cockroach, I’m Dr. Davidson!” George squeaked, embarrassed. He’d been a cockroach-human mutant for years, but that didn’t mean he appreciated when Sapnap poked fun at his situation or accident. He was … sensitive about it.

“Well, what choice do I have?” Dream asked, exasperated. He crossed his arms over his chest defensively. “If George can make me normal, or even eight feet tall, I can get out of here and get back to the life I’m supposed to have. There’s no harm in trying. I’m practically indestructible, anyway. It’s not like George can kill me with his experiments … right?”

Dream turned to face George, large eyes searching for reassurance. And though George’s heart clenched at the sight, and he hated how eager Dream was to leave them, he still nodded. “Right. I wouldn’t do that to you, Dream.”

“Okay, throw the switch, Doctor,” Dream joked. “But – but don’t do the evil laugh. Please.”

“Got it,” George said. “Now, you’re going to feel a slight pinch in the brain.” He reached over to the switch made out of a bottle of hairspray and flipped it without further hesitation, ignoring Dream’s concerned look. The wires and pads connected to Dream lit up with the electrical current, and Dream gasped at the pain, then the wires got red-hot, and George started to worry about just how much electricity was being generated – it shouldn’t have been too much, not with what he’d slapped together – but maybe it was reacting negatively with the energy within Dream.

Dream groaned from the pain persisting, and George made a decision. But just before he was about to turn off the machine and call it a day, the machine short-circuited and shut off, sending one last large bolt of electricity through the wires to Dream. Dream screamed and tumbled from his chair, causing a massive thump to echo through the commons.

George, heart in his throat, shut off the machine and jumped from the table, using his wings to glide down to Dream’s side. As he walked past Dream’s hand, he did a double take when he realised that Dream’s pinky finger was now as long as he was tall, when previously, George had stood taller than it.

George had a bad feeling about what had happened.

“Dream!” George called. Sapnap and Karl joined him at Dream’s side.

“Am I small again?” Dream groaned. He rolled over, leaving George, Karl, and Sapnap to hurry out of the way, lest they be crushed. Dream got to his hands and knees, still groaning, and looked down at the others. His expression changed from pained to crushed.

“I’m afraid not,” George said. “In fact, you may actually have grown a couple of feet …” He laughed nervously.

Dream sighed. “That’s okay. We can try again another day.”

Sapnap growled. “You really don’t get it, do you?” He asked. He threw out his arms in frustration. “No monster has ever gotten out of here! Nobody’s leaving, nobody is ever getting out.”

Across the room, there was a whirring sound, and a large metal panel opened. Bad came flying in on his jetpack. “Good news, monsters!” He said, “You’re getting out!”

“Until today,” Sapnap said, looking miffed.

“So, let me get this straight, Bad,” Sapnap said, “You want us to fight an alien robot?”

The entire monster team was on a moving platform, slowly trudging past multiple two-way mirrors and military personnel. Dream had to stay on his knees the entire time because the area had not been built for his hundred-foot-tall frame. He listened intently to what the general was saying, so excited that he barely cared about all the stares he was getting from the tiny humans.

“And in exchange,” Bad explained, “the president authorised me to give you your freedom. Granted, you’ll still need to live on base, because you aren’t human, and can’t get living quarters in a town or city, but you’ll be allowed to leave and travel as you want.”

“I can’t believe it!” Dream said, “Soon, I’ll be back in Quackity’s arms …” Then Dream looked down at himself, then at the size of the others. “… or he’ll be in mine.”

“I can’t wait for summer break back in the Florida Everglades,” Sapnap said, eyes lit up with a fire. “I loved wrestling alligators and freaking everybody out.”

“And I’ll go back to my lab and finally finish my experiments,” Karl giggled.

“No, no, that’s me, Karl,” George said.

“Then … I’ll be a really giant man,” Karl said.

“That’s Dream, Karl.”

“Fine. Then I’ll go back to Florida and be with Quackity.”

“That’s still Dream, Karl,” Sapnap said.

“I think I, at least, deserve a change to be with Derek!”

The group sighed.

After a few hours plane ride, which left Dream uncomfortably cramped in the cargo unit, they finally landed. The back door opened and lowered, giving a ramp for them to walk off. Bad jumped out with his jetpack, letting the others follow him. Dream uncurled himself from his position and, on his hands and knees, descended the ramp. When he was finally on the road that their plane had landed on, he got to his feet and stretched, hearing the satisfying pops his back made. Below him, the three little monsters walked down the ramp, and Dream caught George glancing up at his large height, eyes even wider than they usually were. Dream tried not to let it get to him – after all, it’s not like George had a leg to stand on when it came to seeing others as freaks.

“Let’s move out!” Bad called. He used his jetpack to fly to about waist-level with Dream, leading the monsters further down the road.

Dream finally got a chance to look around. The road they were on was empty and the surrounding area looked abandoned; they had been told that the area was in a state of evacuation due to the alien robot. But then Dream saw a large bridge off to the west, and his eyes widened when he recognised where they were. He flapped his hands in excitement.

“This is Anastasia Island,” he told the others. “This isn’t far from my home! Only about an hour out!”

George hesitantly stepped further out on the road and looked around. His eyes took in everything with a reverence that could only come from someone imprisoned for many years. His antenna wiggled eagerly, which Dream found almost … cute? George sighed in relief. “Just feeling the wind on my antenna … isn’t this wonderful? Being outside?”

“I haven’t been outside for a decade,” Karl said, then conveniently added, almost sadly, “I’ve only been alive for a decade.”

Just then, over the horizon, there was a large groaning sound. The fog and smoke cleared to show a figure maybe two hundred yards away. It was bigger than even Patches, probably three hundred to three-hundred-fifty feet tall. It was oval-like in shape – almost like a Kinder Egg with arms and legs – and had a singular green eye, which was surveying the land around its base. The rest of the robot looked to be made of various metals and had seams between metal plating that glowed a neon green. Bad whistled in an impressed manner. “Wow! That’s quite the robot!”

Dream’s jaw dropped. “It’s huge.”

Bad used his jetpack to fly back to the cargo plane, speaking cheerfully as the ramp and doors closed behind him, “Try not to damage it too much, monsters. I might want to bring it back to base to study!”

“No, no, no, wait!” Dream said, panicked, “You didn’t say anything about it being huge! Bad, wait! No! Don’t leave us here!”

But it was no use – the plane had already begun to ascend, flying away from the group.

There was another groaning sound, the sound of large and heavy amounts of metal moving and grinding against itself, and then the giant robot was facing them. From so far away, Dream still felt mildly safe, but then the robot shot a bright green light from its eye. The light fell on the group and, stupidly, Dream was reminded of playing Among Us and how the crewmates needed to scan each other in med-bay, which generated a light that ran up and down a crewmate’s body. It was like the alien robot was scanning them – though, for what, Dream didn’t know. He didn’t get the chance to investigate because, just as quickly, the light disappeared. The robot stopped moving and held still.

Karl smiled up at the robot. “I think it sees us.” He waved his hands in the air. “Hello! Hi! How are you doing? Welcome! We are here to destroy you!” He mimed punching with one fist into another.

“You are not helping,” Dream hissed. Then, “I cannot fight that thing. It’s, like, twenty feet taller than I am.”

“Technically speaking, it’s about two hundred feet taller than you,” George said. “I think you’re getting your measurements mixed up because of your size and how that makes other things relative to –” George stopped abruptly at Dream glare. “… right. Not helping.”

“I cannot fight that thing,” Dream reiterated. “I haven’t even been in a fistfight before, how am I meant to fight a giant metal robot?!”

“Relax!” Sapnap said, grinning, “We’ve got this under control. After all, most of us are indestructible.”

Before Dream could tell Sapnap how little that relaxed him, George walked over and put a comforting hand on Dream’s shoe. Or, well, it looked like it was supposed to be comforting. Dream couldn’t even feel the touch. “It’ll be okay, Dream. Why don’t you hide in the city? You’ll be safe there while we deal with the robot.”

Though he felt like a coward for doing so, Dream did not want to fight a three-hundred-foot-tall robot, so he nodded and was quick to turn and run toward the city.

Maybe he could help with evacuation?

“Finally, some action!” Sapnap said, excited. George rolled his eyes at the demon’s posturing. Sapnap stretched, cracking his knuckles. “I can’t wait to turn that oversized tin can into a really dented, oversized tin can.” But then the robot got closer, showing its absolutely massive size, and opened up its side panels to reveal its arms. Sapnap gulped, suddenly looking less confident. “Okay! Does anybody have an eye on when Patches will get here? We could really use Patches right now.”

“Patches wasn’t supposed to be here until later!” George said, panic filling him.

The robot got even closer, its feet crunching into the pavement.

“Wow!” Karl said. “Would you look at the size of that –”

“FOOT!” George screamed.

George and Sapnap got out of dodge quickly, but Karl stayed behind, eyes wide and expression in awe. The robot foot came down on the gelatinous blob, smashing him into the pavement and flattening him into a pancake. George thought for sure Karl was a goner, but then the foot raised – there were four of them, now that George could see clearly – and Karl hung from the bottom of the metal.

“I got him, you guys! I got –” the foot came down again, and Karl disappeared. Then the foot raised, and he was back in his human-like shape, stuck to the metal. This happened a couple more times as Karl continued to talk. “Don’t worry! I won’t let go! … I’m wearing it down! … Please tell me it’s slowing down!”

But it wasn’t slowing down. In fact, it was speeding up and heading straight for the city – where Dream was. And potentially innocent civilians. But most importantly, Dream.

“We have to go after it!” George exclaimed.

The entire city was dead. Everyone had been evacuated hours ago, leaving a city that was eerie in its stillness. Dream felt absolutely huge as he traversed through the ghost city. He barely fit through the tight roads, he accidentally stepped on a few cars, knocked over a streetlamp, and almost tripped and caught himself on the side of building, only to pull his hands away and found the concrete and metal crumbling beneath his fingers. Most of the buildings were shorter than him, with only a few reaching over his head – those being the skyscrapers.

Dream turned to one of said skyscrapers and caught his reflection in the many polished windows. He looked … not like himself. His face was the same as it had always been, but everything else was wrong. His hair was still curly, but now it almost reached his shoulders, and was white instead of copper. His eyes were brighter, more neon than they should be. His ears were slightly pointed, like an elf. His skin was paler than usual, thanks to two months locked up underground, and his freckles stood stark against his complexion. He grimaced, then noticed through the grimace that his teeth were all sharper, more jagged, with long canines. Dream reached a hand up to hook a finger around his canines, staring at his reflection with a somber expression.

Then the ground started to shake.

Dream knew that meant the robot was nearby.

Not for the first time, he wished he was smaller. Except, this time, he didn’t wish he was smaller because he wanted to be normal – he wished he was smaller because he wanted to hide. Panic filled his chest, the need to hide overwhelming. He felt a sharp tug in his gut and suddenly, the buildings around him grew taller … or he was shrinking.

Dream gasped as everything got bigger, and suddenly he was just as tall as the apartment he stood next to, easily hiding behind the build. Dream looked down at his hands as though they held the answers, but there was no answer. After being nearly a hundred feet tall for two months, then suddenly shrinking, Dream wished he had more time to freak out about it. As it was, he stumbled through the streets, trying to put himself further away from the robot.

Unfortunately, it was for naught – he was on another street when he was suddenly highlighted with a bright green spotlight. It scanned him. Dream gasped at how strong it was, hurting his eyes, and tried to move out of the light. It followed him, though, through Dream’s attempts to dodge it, and at the last second, it turned a bright red, then disappeared. The big green eye on the robot turned red, leaving it to look Christmas-themed as the green lights between its metal plates still shone through. For a few seconds, nothing happened. The robot didn’t move and neither did Dream.

Then all hell broke loose.

The robot moved one of its giant arms through the building it stood in front of, knocking debris and concrete everywhere. At his now diminished size – probably fifty feet or less, if Dream was guessing correctly – the debris was large enough to cause a grave injury if hit. Dream dodged it all and started running like his life depended on it.

Which it did, most likely.

Probably.

Unfortunately.

Dream ran and ran, until he reached the Bridge of Lions. It was one of the larger bridges in Florida and it connected St. Augustine to Anastasia Island. Dream had crossed the bridge many times before, but never had it looked so small to him – and he was only fifty feet tall right now! Regardless, the robot persisted after him. The only good thing about the alien robot was that it moved slowly, though not slowly enough that Dream couldn’t see it entering the waterway from a couple hundred yards away. As the robot splashed into the depths, Dream could see that the water wasn’t nearly deep enough to submerge and short-circuit it, which was a shame, really. Dream would have loved if the robot died before it could get to him.

As he got closer to the bridge, Dream saw multiple cars in what looked to be a traffic jam, but upon closer inspection, was due to an accident. There was a semi-truck turned over, blocking the path to St. Augustine. Dream looked back over at the robot and saw that it was too close for comfort. The humans on the bridge were in trouble, and though Dream doubted he could lift a semi-truck at his current size, he still needed to do something. So, he walked along the bridge, surprised that it held his weight, and went to help the stuck cars. His first instinct was to just lift the semi-truck out of the way, so he got on his knees and went to bend and lift; he surprised himself with his own strength, seeing as how he almost completely flipped the truck without even trying. Then he turned to the other cars, ready to push them through the open path if needed, only to see multiple people getting out of their cars, running away and screaming.

Dream almost thought they were running from him – and didn’t that hurt – before he heard the splashing of water and moving of heavy machinery, and he gasped as he looked over his shoulder and barely dodged one of the arms of the robot reaching for him. The entire bridge slanted under the weight of the arm, dragging Dream closer to what looked like a mouth on the robot – complete with a full set of rotating, jagged, sharp teeth.

Dream screamed.

He slid down the bridge but managed to get his feet on the upper and lower lips of the mouth, stopping his descent into the shredding teeth. Several empty cars fell victim to the robot.

“No, no!” Dream said, breathless as he tried to climb away, “no, it can’t end like this!”

Just then, there was the sound of a helicopter in the air, and Dream chanced a look behind himself to see a helicopter dragging a huge puffball on a string, luring a very playful Patches after it. Patches jumped one last time, missing the ball, but landing in the water by the bridge. That was when the cat-caterpillar seemed to realise that Dream was in trouble – she was such a smart girl! – and meowed loudly. She batted her paw at the robot, leaving large claw marks in its eye, disabling it. The robot stopped. Then Patches placed her paw on the bridge, pushing it back so it laid flat. Dream was finally able to breathe, and he looked up at Patches gratefully.

Further down the bridge, Dream saw the three little monsters making their way through the abandoned cars, toward him. When Sapnap saw Patches, he started to run. He greeted the cat-caterpillar with a smile, earning a loud meow. “Hey furball, where’ve you been?!”

Then he saw Dream.

“Whoa! Why are you all … small? Err, well, smaller?”

“That is so not important right now,” Dream hissed. “The robot is trying to kill me, specifically! It followed me through the city instead of going after literally anything else! Why is it doing that? Why would it –”

And then everything went dark.

“NO!” George screamed when he saw the robot crush Dream with its claws. For a few seconds, nothing happened. The robot was still again. George put his hands over his mouth, wanting to cry. Even Patches seemed to catch the mood, meowing shrilly and growling at the robot.

“Is Dream? …” Sapnap didn’t finish his sentence.

George closed his eyes, pained.

“Wait, what’s … whoa …”

George opened his eyes again to glare at Sapnap, only to catch sight of something within the robot’s claws, glowing a bright neon green. And then, miraculously, the claws opened. Dream pried them open from within, with pure strength alone, and he was literally glowing. No, not only glowing, George realised, but also growing. Dream went from fifty feet tall to over one-hundred-fifty-feet tall within seconds. George’s eyes widened in awe.

The bridge began to crumble, cars began to fall, humans began to scream, and Dream stuck his leg out to save the few ones remaining, all while keeping the giant claws open.

“Wow,” Karl said cheerfully, “you’re doing great!”

“I’m doing everything!” Dream yelled. “A little help?!”

Beside him, Sapnap grunted. “Come on guys, let’s take this thing down!”

He started to throw fire charge after fire charge at the robot but was unable to do little more than char the metal. George’s eyes narrowed at he saw the green light around the robot flash every time Sapnap hit it, deflecting the fire. “It’s no use, Sapnap,” George said. “It has a deflector shield. We need to take it out from the inside!”

George released his wings and jumped and glided down toward the mouth of the robot, where the rotating, crushing teeth lay. He grimaced. You couldn’t crush a cockroach, and he really hoped the truth held for him, too. He scurried through the teeth, being pushed every which way, the sharp barbs pushing against his wings and sternum, until, eventually, he landed in an empty area within the robot. He crawled as high as he could go, until he reached a small space with a large orb with several wires sticking out of it. In front of him, he could barely see out of a large window because there were four claw marks decimating the glass – the eye that Patches destroyed. George huffed, winded, and reached out for the wires.

“Right, right,” he muttered to himself, eyes sweeping over the different colours of wires. It all looked blue and yellow to him, curse his colour blindness. “Here we go …”

Trying to stop a giant alien robot from crushing you, along with keeping several cars from falling into the water and potentially killing the humans inside, was a lot of work. Dream almost couldn’t keep up, and he needed help. But he couldn’t call for Patches to attack the robot because George was now inside it, and he didn’t want George to get hurt. Patches seemed to somewhat understand this, because she was a pretty smart kitty. However, Dream could alleviate the need to keep the humans safe.

“Karl!” He exclaimed.

“What?” Karl asked, sounding genuinely confused.

“Help me!” Dream snapped.

“Sorry, I was just staring at this bird over there,” Karl giggled.

“We have to get these people off the bridge!” Dream instructed, ignoring Karl’s aloofness. “Help them!”

“Got it!” Karl said, giving Dream a thumbs-up. Then he turned, picked up a car over his head, and started to drag it over the side of the bridge, like he was going to throw it into the water.

Dream would have sighed had he been able to, but between everything he was doing not to die at the moment, he was a little hard-pressed. “No, Karl!” He exclaimed, “Move the dividers to let them through, not throw them over the edge!”

“Oh, yeah, you’re right,” Karl said, giggling again. “My bad!”

Karl put the car down, allowing it to speed off, over to St. Augustine’s. Then he picked up several dividers, eating them as he went along, dissolving the concrete in his Jell-O-like body. Dream used his leg to push the cars away from the edge, yelling at them to start driving. Further down the bridge, Karl started to slow with eating the dividers. He groaned. “Oh, I don’t feel so good.”

Sapnap kept throwing fire charges at the robot, but he was slowing down, obviously exhausted. Behind Dream, Patches was hissing, padding around in a circle in the water, clearly not happy with being wet anymore. George was still inside the robot, doing … whatever it was he was trying to do.

Dream was alone.

He grunted, pushing at the robot’s claws still crushing him. His muscles were starting to strain. If only he were a little bigger, then he could fight the robot one on one … there was a tug in his gut, and Dream saw his hands start to glow. He looked down at the rest of his body, seeing it glowing, as well. The world around him started to get small, and the bridge underneath him started to crumble between the crushing force of the claws and his weight. The robot got smaller and smaller, the claws getting too small to contain him, until Dream was able to slip out of the singular claw. Suddenly, the bridge collapsed under him, and Dream gasped – until he realised that the water barely reached his ankles. He was now at the same height of the robot, if not a little taller. Empowered by his new height, Dream reached out and grabbed hold of the robot’s arm, pulling it with all his strength. With a loud groan and pop, the entire arm came off, and the robot shrieked loudly. It blindly reached out with its other arm, the claw crushing the bridge more, but was nowhere close to hitting Dream.

“George!” Dream called, readying the arm he was holding like a baseball bat, “I don’t know if you can hear me, but it’s time to get out of that robot! I’m going to kick its ass!”

There was a large spark that came from the robot; it glowed a bright green, before the light completely disappeared. And then George was jumping out of the hole where the other arm extended from, gliding with his wings toward Dream. Dream managed not to flinch as George landed on his shoulder, grabbing the edge of the collar on his jumpsuit. George looked so tiny, barely half the size of Dream’s fingers. Dream couldn’t even feel his weight on his shoulder, and that scared Dream.

But even if he couldn’t feel George, he could hear him clear as day: “I’ve disabled the deflector shield! We should be able to finish this thing now!”

Dream took that as permission to start kicking ass.

When Dream was younger, he used to play baseball. It wasn’t his favourite sport – that would be football, which he loved to watch more than play – but he had been a damn good hitter. He’d consistently hit every ball that came his way, and had such control over his hits that he could control where the ball went and how high. This was all important because when he hit the robot with its own arm, he used it like a baseball bat, and he swung with all his strength. The arm hit the robot’s other arm dead-on, and vibrations shook up Dream’s arms from the impact.

The robot’s metal arm crumpled.

Dream swung several more times, aiming strategically, until he took a final swing and took the robot’s swiveling head clean off. The robot stilled and fell, crashing into the water and causing large waves to lap at Dream’s ankles. The robot’s eye stopped glowing and everything came to an end. Finally, Dream stopped, breathing heavily. He dropped the robot’s severed arm. On his shoulder, George cheered. Over on the part of the bridge that didn’t break, Dream could see Karl and Sapnap – looking so tiny – also whooping and cheering for him.

Relaxed, Dream felt the now familiar tug in his gut, and the world around him grew – or rather, he shrunk. He kept shrinking until he was at his regular height, and he had to stop and think about when he started considering a hundred feet tall his new “normal.”

“Oh my god,” George said into his ear, still standing on his shoulder, “you can size-shift.”

Over on the bridge, Sapnap howled. “That was so bad ass!”

“Do it again! Do it again!” Karl clapped.

Dream smiled. Yeah, everything was under control now.

#giant!dream #tiny!george #tiny!bad #tiny!sapnap #gt-mcyt monsters vs aliens au

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gt-mcyt · 10 months ago

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HELLO EVERYONE! I'm stormee until I can think of a better username. I have always been a fan of gt with really knowing it, but then I discovered there's a whole community surrounding it! I've spent the past few weeks lurking around g/t tumblr (you guys are AMAZING!), and I'm finally ready to join the mix! I have a few ocs with a whoooole bunch of lore, so get ready!

thought I'd start off with a hand study and some tinies

#g/t handheld #giant/tiny #g/t

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gt-mcyt · 10 months ago

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there’s always a bigger fish

(ao3)

Puffy was collecting kelp for its medicinal properties, and the bandages she could make out of it. She was deep in the kelp forest, and it was quite a chore trying to keep the kelp from getting tied and knotted around her tail and fins.

A large shadow passed overhead, above where the kelp ended. Puffy assumed it was Dream, because Dream hated getting kelp caught on his tail, so he stayed out of the forest.

The shadow passed by again.

“I’m almost done!” Puffy called up to Dream, but there was no response. Puffy found that weird, so she hoisted her bag of kelp onto her back and swam closer to the top of the forest, to try and spot Dream. Before she could swim out of the forest, though, something big swam overhead again, and this time, Puffy froze because, looking at the shadowy figure – that was not Dream, but it was definitely a siren. And that was not good.

Dream, as a siren, may have been peaceful and didn’t eat mer, but that was only because he had been raised by a mer. His big size also meant that mer were not a nutritious or big-enough meal for him.

Looking at this siren, which was circling the kelp forest predatorily, it was smaller than Dream – Puffy was maybe the size of their forearm – but that made it no less terrifying. It was an unknown predator, and that meant that Puffy needed to hide. Unfortunately, the siren’s glowing eyes locked onto Puffy, and they shot toward her. Their eel-like tail allowed them to glide faster than Puffy could ever hope to swim, especially when she realised that, while she was focused on the predator, the kelp had gotten tangled with her tail again. Puffy was stuck.

Trying to remain hidden and unnoticed was no longer possible, so Puffy immediately started calling out for help, trilling and chirping the way all mers do. The siren didn’t even growl, which meant they weren’t giving any sort of warning, and definitely meant to make Puffy a meal.

Puffy was struggling in the kelp, cutting away at the plant with her dagger, and she kept chirping in distress.

Help, help! Her chirps meant. Danger-help-danger!

Normally, these chirps were meant to lead other mers in the pod to the one in danger, so that they could help. Puffy didn’t want to lead Bad, George, or Sapnap to the kelp forest to potentially be eaten by the large siren, but she kept chirping because she was hoping her calls for help would reach someone else.

Finally, Puffy got free, and she barely had enough time to duck deep into the kelp stocks before the predator swiped at her. The siren, staying above the kelp, hissed as they missed, and they stuck their hands deep into the kelp to try to catch Puffy. Luckily, the kelp was deep enough that the siren couldn’t reach her without also swimming into the kelp, which it seemed reluctant to do, and Puffy thanked every god she knew that bigger predators had trouble maneuvering in such cramped and small spaces.

Nonetheless, Puffy kept calling out, chirping, louder and louder. The siren hissed again. “Stupid little mer!” It growled. “Shut up!”

Another shadow passed over Puffy, but this time, it wasn’t from the predatory siren. It was near completely silent. Puffy glanced upward, and through the dark kelp, was able to see the absolute massive figure now swimming from above. It was an even bigger predator.

Puffy couldn’t help but smile in relief.

She chirped again, but this time, it meant: here! Here!

The siren kept hissing and reaching for Puffy, and almost came close, before it was suddenly body-slammed from the side. The siren went flying through the water, crashing through the kelp forest.

“Dream!” Puffy let go of the breath she was holding. Dream was here now; she would be okay. She kept up the chirping. Here! Over here! Safe!

Momentarily distracted, the predatory siren swam out of the kelp, enraged, and growled a warning at the newcomer. It attacked with a slash from its powerful claws, but they barely left a scratch on Dream’s tail, which was strong and armoured with thick green scales. Dream’s hair, copper in colour, floated around his face. His bright green eyes, which matched his tail, blazed with anger. Dream finally turned to face the other siren, and he straightened his back and flared out his fins in return. Looking between the two, Dream was easily bigger than the other. The other siren was toddler-sized in comparison.

Then finally, the other siren seemed to realise this size difference, and the big advantage that Dream had. It hissed angrily and slithered away in the water, accepting its eventual defeat, and running away to avoid unnecessary injury and fight.

Dream continued to flare out his fins and posture, growling lowly, until the other siren disappeared completely from sight.

Puffy swam out from the kelp, not at all afraid to approach the even bigger, dangerous siren. After all, Dream was her son. “Dream?” She asked. She fretted over his tail, where the other siren had clawed him. “Are you okay?”

Dream hardly acknowledged Puffy; his eyes were slitted as he glared out into the open ocean. This wasn’t unexpected. Dream commonly struggled with his more predatory, siren instincts. Mer didn’t have the same instincts, so Puffy couldn’t understand, but she knew it got particularly bad when Dream was protective or worried about his family.

Puffy swam up to Dream’s side, reaching out to pat his arm to comfort him. Suddenly, Dream moved toward her with such speed, that Puffy’s world spun.

“Whoa!”

When her vision rights itself, Puffy is cupped between Dream’s hands. She holds her hands out to grip onto Dream’s fingers, keeping herself steady.

Two big, golden-green eyes stare down at Puffy in concern. A low whine works it way out of Dream’s throat, and the siren bent low to start nudging Puffy around with his nose, as if Puffy was just a little siren pup, and Dream was assessing her for injuries. Puffy can’t help but laugh out loud, startling Dream, who paused, before going back to nudging Puffy. Dream’s tongue peeked out and licked the mer delicately a few times, like a mother siren cleaning her pups, before Dream finally pulled back, deciding that Puffy was safe.

Puffy patted Dream’s fingers reassuringly, chirping. Safe! Safe!

#giant!dream #tiny!puffy #mer!dream #mer!puffy #angst with a happy ending

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gt-mcyt · 11 months ago

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monsters vs aliens

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Chapter 4: Alien Robots

Far, far away from Earth, a spaceship floated through the vast galaxy. The ship stretched for hundreds of miles in the shape of a giant X. Built out of a mesh of metals, all from different planets, the spaceship was mostly grey, with the occasional deep green glow of an extra-terrestrial power source inside. Any meteors that hit the ship immediately exploded into hundreds of pieces, zapped by the outer powered shields.

Inside the spaceship, in the very middle, sat a sleeping pod. That pod slowly opened, like a blossoming flower, gently depositing a humanoid alien on the floor. That person stood at eight feet tall and had skin the colour of the void. Across their complexion, glowing starry freckles were smattered along their cheeks and shoulders. Their hair was the colour of a white dwarf star, and glowed as such, too. It was in a long, complicated braid that reached their lower back. Their face was complimented by four eyes, two on each side of a strong nose, and long canines poked out of their plush lips. They were dressed in green robes that wrapped around them delicately, making room for the four arms they had.

A female computerised voice spoke. “Beginning reanimation sequence.”

Four glowing green eyes opened, and a sneer formed on those beautiful lips. “Why have I been awoken from my slumber?” The person demanded. “Who dares to wake me?”

“Lord Exdee,” the computer said. Exdee picked at its robes, smoothing them out after its peaceful slumber, then waved to the computer to continue. The computer pulled up a video of a hurtling asteroid, large and glowing a toxic green. “Quantonium, the power source you have been searching for, has been located on a distant planet in the Omega Quadrant,” the computer reported, flat and dull.

“The Omega Quadrant?” Exdee scrunched up its nose in disgust. “That’s where the primitive planets are.”

The video zoomed in to the asteroid. “The trajectory of the quantonium meteor has been traced to sector seventy-two dash four,” the computer said, just as the video cut out and displayed an image of a green and blue planet, “on a planet locally known as Earth.”

“What a miserable looking planet,” Exdee sneered. “Send a probe immediately and extract the Quantonium with extreme care. I want it all – every last drop!”

“Yes, Lord Exdee.”

Exdee smiled, all pointy teeth. “With the quantonium, nothing will be able to stand in my way!”

Deep in an orange orchard, in the dark, a car slowly drove down a dirt road. It was beat up and a little rusty, but it held together well and only made minimal noise. The car drove until it reached a turn in the road, where it then was put in park, the lights were cut, and the noise of the surrounding grove enveloped everything. Inside the car, the radio kept going, soft in its sounds. The two teenagers in the car rocked along quietly to the music, cuddling and getting intimate.

Suddenly, the radio started going haywire, squeaking and static filling the air. The knobs and buttons in the car wheeled and were pushed down randomly. The top of the car lowered. The two teenagers stopped and stared, confused and a little scared.

“What’s going on? Did you put the top down?”

“I don’t know, I thought you were the one that put the top down!”

“No, I was touching you the entire time, I was – what is that light?”

The girl turned to look at the approaching bright light. “I think it’s the police.”

“Uh, I hate to break it to you,” the boy said, as the light only got brighter and bigger, a whooshing sound accompanying it, “but that is not the police.”

Before either teenager could do something, the light flew right over their heads, large and burning and bright. A huge whooshing sound was followed by an explosion as the light made contact with the ground, causing what felt like a miniscule earthquake, along with shaking the trees and making the car rumble. The boy was quick to jump out of his seat, running to the edge of the orchard, leaning on the fence and standing on his tiptoes to try and see what had happened. He gasped when he caught sight of … something.

“You’re never going to believe this!”

The area had immediately been cleared of any shrubbery or animals that could have impeded the way of the American military. Tens of helicopters and hundreds of US military vehicles were stationed around the alien-like robot that had appeared overnight, which had made a crater in the ground. It stood almost two hundred feet tall and had a giant green eye that was constantly surveying the ground and humans. In front of it was a set of human stairs, which led all the way up to be face-to-face with the giant eye. News reporters were on the scene by the next day, all scrambling to get a chance at the story.

“It was first spotted at midnight last night by a couple in romantic embrace,” a reporter said, his mustache quivering as he spoke. He clutched his microphone like a lifeline. “No one know what it is or where it came from. All branches of the military were immediately mobilised, and – what is that? Okay – and I have just received word that the president of the United States of America had arrived and will attempt to make first contact.”

The camera panned to another military vehicle, where a man in a pristine black suit stepped out. He had heavy sideburns, a mustache, and wore a New York Yankees baseball cap with pristine Timberland shoes. He brushed off his impeccable suit and took several steps forward.

“I must approach it alone. This is all about … peaceful communication.”

There was the sound of guns firing.

“Peaceful.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. President.”

Less than half an hour later, peaceful negotiations proved to not work with alien robots. The president barely made his way down the stairs and back to the helicopter before the robot crushed him, and immediately, he was surrounded by his service agents. The president tried to smooth out his no-longer-so-immaculate suit, then turned to one of the military leaders with a deep frown.

“Commander, we will not accept this response,” the president said. “Do something violent to retaliate!”

“You heard the president!” The commander yelled. He turned and spoke into the microphone on his shoulder, lips pushed against the speaker. “Light ‘em up, boys!”

Immediately, all ground military, along with the tanks, started shooting at the giant robot. But it didn’t work – the bullets and blasts all bounced harmlessly off the robot’s exterior, green sparks flying. One soldier called in air support, but another – well, they called a full retreat, seeing the hopelessness that was defeating this robot. The President was ushered into a helicopter to escape, but he stopped his agents at the last minute, to pull out his own Glock. “Wait! So, that’s how they want to play it? Eat lead then, alien robot!”

He shot ten consecutive rounds at the robot, all which bounced off, like every other bullet.

“Evidently, they eat lead,” the president said, shrugging.

“Get him on the chopper!” Someone yelled, and the president was dog-piled by his service agents, all grabbing him and leading him back to the helicopter, to safety, and hopefully, away from the alien robot.

In a top-secret base, somewhere in the mountains on the east coast, a bunch of military and government officials sat around a large table. Ranging from young women to older men, the table had a variety of people from all different walks of life. And as such, they all had very different opinions on how to deal with the new alien invasion. The president sat at the head of the table, head in his hands.

“Sir, we need to declare a –”

“We need to overthrow that robot and install our own government!”

“Let’s sacrifice the elderly to it!”

“I say we invade it!”

“At this rate, the Earth only has two weeks left!”

“If that thing walks into a populated area, there will be a major catastrophe!”

“We need our top scientific minds on this – get India on the phone!”

“Can we transport the United States to a safer planet?”

“I say we give this alien a Green Card and make him proud to be an American.”

“Sir, it’s at dire times like this when I stop and ask myself, ‘What would Oprah do?’”

The president groaned. Hearing all his top advisors screaming in his ears was not helping his hangover from the day before. “What’s even the point? It’s a disaster.”

He got up from his seat and walked over to the wall where a bunch of shining buttons sat. He reached for the large red one, which he knew would get him a mouth-watering, much-needed coffee. He never did understand how the top-secret military base served better coffee than Starbucks, but he wasn’t going to question it. Before he could press it, though, there was a commotion behind him. All his top advisors were screaming at him, yelling and crying, “Stop! No! Don’t do it!”

The president had no idea what they had against coffee.

Finally, one advisor managed to spit out, “That button launches all our nuclear missiles!”

“Well, then, which button gets me a latte?” The president demanded.

“Uh �� that would be the other one, sir,” one advisor said, a nervous smile on his face.

The president looked over to his right, where another large red button sat on the wall. When he did a double take, he saw there were glowing blue signs over each button, naming each. The one he had his hand on was named “Nuclear Missiles,” while the other one was labelled, “Coffee.” The president sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. He moved and pushed the coffee button, straightening his tie in the meanwhile. “What idiot designed this thing?”

Thet same advisor from before spoke meekly, “you did, sir.”

The president stared at him for a couple of awkward moments, then conceded. “Fair enough. Ponk, fire somebody for that stupid decision!”

“Yes, sir, Mr. President!”

The president quickly grabbed his coffee from the intern that brought it over, shooing away the intern and stalking up to the head of the table. He slammed one of his hands down on the wood. “Listen up! I’m not going to go down in history as the president who was in office when the world came to an end, so, somebody think of something and think of it fast!” He slurped at his coffee obnoxiously and hummed in pleasant surprise. “Hmm, that is one good cup of joe.”

On the platform above everyone, there was the sound of a metal door sliding open, and then a chipper voice said: “Mr. President? Not only do I have an idea, but I have a plan!”

Darryl Noveschosch, also known as Bad, one of the most infamous American military generals, stood on the platform, grasping the railing with a large smile on his face. Then, he jumped over the edge, causing everyone to either gasp or scream – only for a parachute to deploy seconds after, helping Bad float to the floor and closer to the president. “Now,” Bad started, “conventional weapons have no effect on this robot, and we all know, nukes ain’t an option.”

The president shrugged. “Sure, they are. I just …”

Before he could even take a step toward the giant red button to deploy the nuclear weapons, there was a cacophony of screams: “No! Don’t do it! Stop! Wait!”

The president stopped, wincing. “Okay, okay, no nukes. I got it.”

Bad took the president by the shoulders, leading him away from the nuclear weapons button. He spoke in a soft, smooth voice. “I’m not going to joke with you, Mr. President – these are dark times. The odds are against us. We need a Hail Mary pass, we need raw power, we need … monsters.”

The president pulled away from Bad. “Monsters! Of course! It’s so simple! I … I’m not following.”

“It’s a good thing I have a PowerPoint!” Bad grinned. He turned to the giant screen over a couple interns clicking away at their computers. He pulled out a clicker from his pocket and hit one of the buttons. The screen lit up, showing the title ‘MONSTER FILE FOOTAGE’ over a strange symbol. It was a question mark within a circle, with three other circles and symbols connected to the inner circle. “Over the last fifty years, I have captured monsters on the rampage and locked them up in a secret military prison facility. So secret, in fact, that the mere mention of its name is a federal offence.”

“Is he referring to Area Fifty – oomph!” One of the advisors choked as a tranquilliser dart was shot into his neck. He slumped over the table, out cold. The other advisors near him tried to subtly scoot away from his body.

Bad, who didn’t even acknowledge the body, turned back to his PowerPoint. He clicked one of his buttons, changing the screen to a video of a giant cat-caterpillar. It looked like a kitten, but it had large antenna on its head, and its fur was reminiscent of a caterpillar’s fluff, rather than cat fur. And the cat-caterpillar was batting at a skyscraper like it was a toy. “Mr. President, say hello to Patches!”

There was the sound of screaming, then glass shattering, as one of the interns freaked out over the video.

“Miss, please,” Bad said scornfully, “hold yourself together.” He straightened out his tie. “Now, nuclear radiation turned her from a small kitten into a three-hundred-foot-tall monster that attacked Ohio.”

The advisors all turned to each other, whispering things like, “what the fuck?”

“Language!” Bad called, snapping the advisors to attention. “Anyhow, here we have Inferno.” He clicked another button, changing the video to another. This time it showed what looked like a demon wrestling an alligator. He lit his fists on fire and roasted the alligator. There was more screaming, from the same intern. Bad sighed through his nose and continued. “A demon from another universe, Inferno came to us from the Florida Everglades after being caught by park rangers for disturbing the local wildlife.”

“We also have 404,” Bad continued, switching to another video of a regular looking man. “This handsome fellow is George Davidson, the most brilliant man in the world. He invented a chemically altered serum that would give humans the cockroach’s ability to survive. Unfortunately, there were … side effects.” The video cut out to a human with bug antenna, eyes, and cockroach wings. The same intern from before screamed again, disgusted. Bad rolled his eyes and skipped ahead to the next monster, showing a picture of a big, purple, gelatinous blob consuming a police cruiser.

“Now, we call this thing Karl –”

There was more screaming, and Bad finally snapped.

“Will someone get her out of here?!” Security stormed the room and dragged the intern out by her arms, and Bad sighed and tucked a loose strand of hair from his bun behind his ear. “Thank you. Anyway, a genetically altered tomato was combined with a chemically altered ranch-flavored dessert topping at a snack food plant. The resulting goop gained consciousness and became an indestructible gelatinous mass. It was detained quite easily, as Karl was very cooperative with us.” Bad used his clicker again to switch to a picture of a giant man with stark white hair wearing a pretty pastel green suit. The man stood over the collapsed remains of a church, arms in the air, swatting at helicopters and stomping through the debris. “And, our latest addition, Nightmare –”

There was a high-pitched scream, and Bad swiveled around, ready to order the intern out of the room again, only to come face to face with the president, curled up in his chair, screaming. The president stopped, coughed awkwardly, and then cleared his throat. “General, continue.”

Bad frowned. “His entire body radiates with pure extra-terrestrial energy, giving him enormous strength and size. He can punch through hundreds of feet of concrete like it’s wet paper.” Bad clicked again, and all the screens around the room lit up with multiple pictures and silent videos of the monsters. “Sir, these monsters are our best and only chance to defeat this robot. They have capabilities that no normal human or military task force has.”

One of the advisors smirked. “Don’t we already have an alien problem, General Bad? I don’t think we need a monster problem, too.”

Bad very carefully pasted a wide smile on his face, then leaned over and yelled right into the advisor’s ear, “You got a better idea?!”

Everyone winced, and the advisor cowered. Bad turned to the president, who laughed nervously and scooted away in his rolling chair. “Okay, okay – stay where you are.” He cleared his throat. “General, I propose we go forward with your monsters versus aliens idea … thingy. If you truly think it will help.”

“I really do,” Bad said, this time smiling genuinely.

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monsters vs aliens

(ao3)

Chapter 3: Getting to Know Each Other

The new jumpsuit that the prison – military facility, Dream mentally corrected himself – had made him was odd. Well, from what Dream could see through his tears, it was odd. It was mostly a military green, except for the black patches on the shoulders, elbows, knees, and on the breast and leg pockets. What Dream would put in said pockets, with apparently being a giant now (how big even was he? With Bad looking to be barely four inches tall), he didn’t know. The thing would make him look like a janitor.

When he picked up the jumpsuit, unfurling the folded clothing and seeing the pant legs fall all the way to the floor, underneath he found a pair of black sneakers. Dream almost snorted, eyes still stinging, as he thought about how normal a pair of sneakers were in all this chaotic mess.

He didn’t want to be wearing a military uniform, or jumpsuit, or whatever it was officially called – he wanted to be wearing his pyjamas, nesting in his bed while he waited for Quackity to come home from work, while he lazily scrolled through his phone. He wanted to be on his honeymoon, enjoying Paris and appreciating the Eiffel Tower at night. He missed his friends and family, and –

And as he took off his wedding suit and shoes, it made his chest echo in hurt. He remembered the dress he was going to wear, instead of the suit, and his tears almost doubled.

He’d just wanted to feel pretty and special on his wedding day, and now …

Now he’s a freak, and that’s the last time he would ever see his friends and family ever again.

They tried to take his wedding suit and shoes away – to “repurpose the materials” they said. When Dream had grown from the power of the meteor, his clothes had (for some reason) grown with him. But Dream wouldn’t let those tiny bastards take the last thing he had of the outside world. He punched holes through three solid metal walls, decimated another helicopter, and resisted the two tranquilisers they shot into his thigh just so that he could keep his hands on his clothes.

By the time Bad came around and saw what was happening, his face got so red that it almost looked like a tomato, and he demanded that the military personnel back off and leave Dream be.

Apparently, even though Bad was the one keeping Dream locked up, he still cared about his “monsters.”

Dream hated that he had to feel grateful for being allowed to keep the literal clothes off his back.

As it turns out, the brown mush that was spit out onto the table previously was supposed to be Dream’s breakfast. It looked less like oatmeal and more like vomit, but Bad reassured Dream that it was a mix of all the proteins and vitamins that Dream’s body would need to stay healthy. Bad explained to Dream that after being tranquilised at the wedding, the doctors and scientists on site at the military facility had had a set amount of time to run tests on Dream’s body (invasive, much?) and that they discovered that Dream was not just a human grown to giant size – he was something inhuman now.

Dream’s skin was near impenetrable now, his teeth had sharpened, he’d grown pointed canines, his ears were pointed now, his hair had lost all its melanin, his senses were sharpened, and he’d gained superhuman levels of strength. His body worked differently, as well, and his diet needed to consist of a lot more protein and fats than before.

Proteins and fats that came in the form of brown mush, it seemed.

When Dream asked Bad if they could try to make the food at least a little appetising, Bad promised that he would try … but in the meantime, Dream was stuck either starving or eating what was provided.

So, after two days of a food strike, and absolutely starving for it, Dream finally took a seat at the metal table in what he learned was the common rooms, picked up the oddly bent spoon (it was still misshapen from when he tried to kill George with it), and dug into the mush. It didn’t taste bad, per say, but it didn’t taste good, either. It was very bland, like the slightest taste of whole wheat bread, unseasoned chicken, and mashed potatoes all mixed together. Dream was able to stomach it, at the very least, which managed to calm his raging hunger.

And then heard them, his ears twitching toward the noise.

“Ah, looks like the giant returns.”

“His name is Dream, Sapnap. How would you like it if I called you Demon?”

“Well, I already call you Dr. Cockroach, so –”

“That’s it, you little! –”

Dream turned in his seat, the metal uncomfortable on his butt. He spotted the three little monsters – er, his fellow prisoners – standing on the far side of the room. The metal plating that made up the door to their rooms was slid slightly open, allowing for the monsters to walk out from underneath it and come into the giant commons room (seriously, the room was giant – even to Dream). Even with the distance between them, Dream’s vision was near perfect now, and he can spot that George is wearing a turtleneck, slacks, and a white lab coat overtop it. There are large slits cut out from the back of his shirt and coat to make room for his wings. Sapnap, on the other hand, is wearing a baggy grey sweater with what looks like an anime character on it, basketball shorts, and his hair is a complete mess. Karl, the slime-guy, wore … nothing. Purple and gooey, he looked flat like a Ken doll and walked like one of those goofy video-game characters.

Dream watched as George lunged at Sapnap, little prickly claws at the ready. Sapnap yelped and, seeming to forget he could literally create and control fire – and that he also had claws (bigger than George’s, to boot) – he tried to dodge and run.

Karl took several large steps away from his two friends and then raised a fist, yelling out in encouragement. “Fight! Fight! Fight! My money’s on George!”

George managed to catch his claws on Sapnap’s sweater, shredding the left sleeve, and making Sapnap cry-out, “hey! That took a whole month of good behaviour to get!”

Sapnap then turned and ran right toward Dream. Whereas the room would only take a few long strides for Dream to cross, it took quite a while for George and Sapnap to play Tom and Jerry and cross the room to Dream’s table. Dream gasped and lifted his feet when Sapnap tried to dodge and hide behind one of his sneakers. With his bouncing leg and inability to sit still due to his ADHD, Dream feared he would step on Sapnap. But to Dream’s dismay, Sapnap jumped and grabbed onto one of the loose laces, climbing like his life depended on it. And to his credit, he made it to the top of the shoe, all three to four inches of him (and actually, now that Dream thought about it, he was probably closer to between five to six feet tall, which would make Dream how tall? Dream didn’t want to think about it, it almost made him dizzy).

George wasn’t far behind, but when he jumped, he just fell short of reaching the laces. Sapnap, on his hands and knees on top of Dream’s shoe, leant over the side to stick out his tongue at his friend. Just when George looked ready to use his wings and fly up to catch Sapnap, Dream intervened.

“What – what are you doing?” Dream demanded, feeling a little jittery from being so close to all three monsters. He was very careful when he put his feet down, trying to avoid stepping on George or Karl (though he’s not sure Karl is not indestructible, with how he split in half on his first day – or even George, who he whacked with a giant metal spoon … several times). But apparently not careful enough, because Sapnap yelled out and lost his balance as soon as Dream’s shoe hit the floor, and he rolled off the shoe and fell to the floor with a groan.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Dream felt big and awkward as he stared down at Sapnap, who was tiny and groaning on the floor.

“I’m dying …” Sapnap groaned.

“No, you’re not, Stinknap,” George snapped. He marched over to his body and kicked it.

Sapnap yelped and jerked into an upright sitting position. He growled and held out his left hand, lighting it on fire and swiping at George with it. George shrieked and backed off, hiding behind Dream’s shoe like Sapnap tried to earlier. Dream stared down at them, feeling awkward and lost. Did the two of them fight like this all the time? He half expected Bad to appear over his shoulder, flying with his tiny jetpack, to tell them to knock it off.

“Uh …” Dream said, hesitantly. “What’s going on?”

All three monsters stopped and stared up at Dream, finally seeming to realise that he was an actual person and not a wall or object to hide behind. George gave a nervous laugh, rubbed his hands together like a fly, then pushed his hair back, along with his antenna. He stepped out from behind Dream’s shoe, coming in line beside Sapnap – who quickly stood up and patted down his hoodie – and Karl, who giggled at the other two. George craned his head back to look Dream in the eyes.

“Uh, sorry about that!” George said loudly, for seemingly no reason at all. Dream winced at the volume level, his new enhanced hearing making it grate on his ears. George cupped his hands around his mouth, yelling again. “We didn’t mean to use you as a playground!”

“I can hear you just fine,” Dream mumbled, ears twitching. “You don’t need to yell.”

George blinked, confused. “You can – you can hear us when we speak normally?”

“I heard you earlier,” Dream said. “You were talking about what to call me. You said I was ‘the giant.’ And then, when you and Sapnap started to fight, Karl said he would bet money on George.”

Both George and Sapnap seemed to flush with embarrassment, though Karl stayed the same purple as ever. He didn’t appear to be ashamed and in fact he giggled again. “I still think George would have won, had you not gotten in between them. Someone should owe me money.”

“Karl!” Sapnap cried. “Why do you always bet against me?”

“Because I’m better than you,” George said, almost automatically.

“Do you two always fight like this?” Dream asked, propping his chin up on his hand, leaning over the table to watch the three little monsters. “I thought, for sure, with you three stuck in here together, you’d be best friends. But so far, you’ve tried to kill each other multiple times, and always argue.”

“Why would I want to be friends with Stinknap?” George demanded.

“Why would I want to be friends with a know-it-all?” Sapnap spat.

“What’s a friend?” Karl said dumbly.

Dream sighed. “Okay … whatever floats your boat. But I’m not looking for any fights, nor do I want to get between your fights. I’m just focused on getting out of here … somehow.”

Sapnap snorted, then wheezed when George elbowed him sharply.

“What?” Sapnap said, “he said he wanted to leave! That’s the funniest thing he could have possibly said.”

Dream, absentmindedly, twisted his foot, causing the three monsters to take several steps back, wary of the giant. Dream frowned. “Why’s that so funny, then?” He asked.

Sapnap rolled his eyes. “Have you looked at yourself lately? You’re, like, a hundred feet tall. I know Bad said that you used to be human, but … well, it’s pretty hard to see now. There’s no way you could ever go back to a normal human life. You’re like us, now. You’re a monster.”

Dream felt his eyes start to sting.

“Sapnap!” George hissed. “You didn’t have to say it like that –”

“No,” Dream said. He had to clear his throat because the word came out thick, “he’s right. I’m not exactly human anymore. Not sure why I thought … it was stupid.”

“Dream –”

“No, it’s okay.” At George’s skeptical look, Dream gave him a tenuous smile. “Really, it’s fine.”

After the last talk with George, Sapnap, and Karl, Dream wasn’t exactly eager to go back into the commons room to reunite with them. They clearly weren’t looking to be friends, nor did they think highly about Dream and his new size.

A “monster,” that’s what Sapnap called him.

Granted, he’d also called himself a monster in the same breath, but it still hurt.

Unfortunately, he didn’t really have a choice in whether he saw the others again, because breakfast was served at the same time for all of them. So, Dream walked over to his designated table, sat down on the uncomfortable metal chair, and started digging into his morning slop. He ignored the three little monsters who chowed down on their own food at their table. Until …

“Uh, Dream?”

Dream ignored George, trying to finish his food faster so that he could leave the room quicker.

“Dream?” George said, slightly louder.

Again, Dream ignored him.

“Dream!” George yelled, jumping out of his seat and waving his hands.

Dream flinched, ears twitching at the overly loud voice. “I heard you just fine the first time,” he mumbled, finally placing his dented spoon back on the table, finished with his breakfast. He stood, pushing his chair away from the table, wincing at the screeching sound it made against the metal flooring. George visibly stumbled at seeing Dream’s full height, which only made Dream feel worse. “Have a good rest of your breakfast,” Dream spat, walking back over to his room door. When he reached the door, he crossed his arms and waited for it to open, like it always did when he was ready to go back to his room. He tapped his foot impatiently as it took a little longer than usual to open.

Behind him, he heard the scurrying of shoes against the metal ground, and he didn’t even need to look to know George was following him – though it took him longer to cross the distance, due to Dream’s huge size and … and Dream didn’t want to be thinking about how much of a monster he was right now, so he tuned out his thoughts and George’s footfalls. He turned back to his door, which was finally opening for him.

“Dream!” George called out again. “Dream, wait! I just want to talk!”

“Talk about how much of a freak I am?” Dream snorted. “No thanks.”

And then he stepped into his room, watching the door close behind him, and seeing George’s tiny shoulders slump as Dream disappeared behind metal.

Dream’s room was small, comparably speaking. Though it must have been hundreds of feet wide and tall to accommodate Dream’s new size, to Dream, it felt like the college dorm he’d once had. Barely ten feet across, and even shorter on the other wall. The bed, which stuck out from the wall and could be retracted back into the metal, took up most of the room. There was a toilet in the corner, with minimal toilet paper (which, again, Dream had to imagine was actually huge in size, so it must have taken a lot of resources to make), and on the wall was the sad little kitten poster that had been there since day one.

When Bad had asked Dream what he liked to do for fun, to see if he could get him anything to stave off the boredom of doing nothing but sleep for so long, Dream had come up short. His life mostly consisted of hanging out with friends and socialising – which he couldn’t do now. He had worked in an office beforehand, fiddling with coding and computers, but that had been his job. He liked to play video games when home alone, but Dream didn’t figure they could come up with a computer big enough to facilitate his gaming hobby. He used to like to write short stories and fanfiction, but that presented the same problem as before, with not having the proper tools for someone his size. For a while, he used to workout at a gym, and he found that it helped quiet his mind, until Quackity told him he didn’t like how big he was getting, so Dream stopped. But now that he was alone, without Quackity, and it was his only option … well, Dream mentioned all this to Bad, but left off with, “maybe some kind of workout equipment?”

Bad brightened under Dream’s uncertain expression. “Well, I’ll put a pin in getting you a computer, but workout equipment? That’s something that we can facilitate just fine. We’ll simply take what we make for Sapnap and build it bigger for you!”

And so, a week after his request, Dream had several pieces of workout equipment delivered to and installed in his room.

There was now a pull-up bar installed on the far wall (which Dream doubted he would be able to use, despite his heightened strength, because he didn’t have that much upper body strength), several moderately sized dumbbells, a yoga mat, a jump-rope, and a stationary bike (that took up a lot of space but was totally worth it – Dream missed going on bike rides). And best of all was the radio that was brought in. When Dream blinked, confused at the sight, Bad had sheepishly said that he thought some music, along with the workout equipment, would be the best combination. Dream, getting teary-eyed at the consideration from Bad, agreed. He had to resist the urge to hug the man, mostly because a hug at his size would probably terrify the other. The radio went in the corner of the room. It was big enough for Dream to fiddle with the knobs and buttons and got all the local radio stations that Dream missed.

So, when Dream stepped into his room, ignoring George, he went straight for the radio, turning it to his favourite radio station. He then went to the stationary bike, got on despite the uncomfortable seat, and started cycling aggressively to the next pop song that started.

Dream was let out of his room for dinner next.

Part of his new biology was that while he needed to eat a lot more to compensate for his size, he didn’t need to eat as often as he did when he was human (and gods, Dream didn’t want to think about how he was no longer human). After two weeks in the military facility, they were still figuring out the best diet plan for Dream; right now, they were only serving him two moderately sized meals a day. Even as that stood, Dream didn’t feel hungry at all as he prowled out from his room into the commons. He debated skipping dinner altogether and going to bed early, but he knew Bad would be upset with him if he went on a perceived hunger strike again. And Dream didn’t want to disappoint Bad. He may have been part of the people keeping him locked up, but he was also the most sympathetic person he had met so far.

Bad had went through a lot of trouble trying to give him a viable hobby instead of making him live like a brain-dead lizard in an empty room, and Dream didn’t even want to imagine what it took to make workout equipment for someone his size. Not to mention that Bad had been the deciding factor in letting Dream keep his wedding suit, forcing the other military personnel to back off. Bad had also advocated to fix Dream’s food. Bad cared for Dream, at least a little, and that alone was enough to make Dream sit down at his table and start digging into his improved food.

It was still a slop, almost porridge, kind of situation. But now Dream actually had a plate for it to go on, instead of eating it off a dirty table; he had a non-dented spoon, a cup he could drink from, and he had a new sink installed in the commons that he could use to fill his cup with water, wash his hands, and wash his plate in.

The slop at least tasted more like a mildly seasoned chicken and turkey stuffing mixed together, which was much better than what it was before.

So, Dream had a lot to thank Bad for.

What he would not be thankful for was that fact that he had to eat dinner with the three little monsters. At the very least, Patches – or whatever the name of the giant monster was – was never invited into the commons when it was breakfast or dinner time. None of the little monsters said anything to him this time around, either, and George looked suitably ashamed for trying to talk to him earlier. Dream ate as quickly as he could without choking and was quick to stand and head toward his room, before George finally spoke up.

“Dream, wait!”

Dream only stopped because he was in front of his room door, and he was waiting for it to open back up. For some frustrating reason, it didn’t open. George was getting closer.

“Look, Dream, we’re sorry!”

Dream growled, low and rumbling through his chest. He startled himself, surprised by the sound he made. He didn’t know he could do that, and it was only another reminder that he was no longer human. He heard George clear his throat behind him, and Dream debated punching his door to get it to open (hey, it worked the first time, don’t judge him).

“Dream, will you just talk to us? I said we’re sorry. We didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

The door still hadn’t opened, and Dream knew, at this point, that it was probably on purpose. Bad had talked to him about making friends with the others. It wasn’t that far of a stretch to say he would purposefully lock the door just to force Dream into socialising with the three little monsters.

“It’s not … it’s not that,” Dream said. “I don’t care about that anymore.”

“Then why won’t you talk to us?” George demanded. When Dream looked over his shoulder, he saw the George’s big, brown, bug-like eyes staring up at him with a ferocity that was startling. The man was barely the size of Dream’s pointer finger, and yet he could be intimidating when he wanted. It didn’t help that he resembled a bug, which Dream found creepy. Behind George, Sapnap was trying and failing to make it look like he wasn’t listening-in on their conversation, twirling the bone of whatever charred meat he had been eating before. Karl was, as always, staring off into space and giggling. Dream was beginning to think he really didn’t have a brain.

“I don’t like … not being human,” Dream finally said, begrudgingly. “I don’t like reminders of where I am, what I am now … and you guys are just giant glaring reminders that I’m no longer where I’m supposed to be.”

“And where’s that?” George asked, voice surprisingly soft.

Dream debated the pros and cons of opening about his civilian life. He didn’t know how long George, Karl, and Sapnap had been locked in the military facility. He didn’t know if they ever even had civilian lives, like Dream did. Had they all been humans before being turned into … freaks? Or had they always been monsters, doomed to be locked away from humanity since birth? Dream figured, it wouldn’t hurt to talk about his life, just a little bit. They couldn’t do anything about it, anyways.

“Well,” he started, crossing his arms over his chest, “I’m supposed to be on my honeymoon right now.”

“You’re married?!” Sapnap shrieked from across the room.

Meanwhile, Karl asked, “what’s a honeymoon? It sounds delicious.”

Dream sighed. This would take a while.

Over the course of the next week, Dream slowly explained his life to the three little monsters, and in turn, he got to learn about their lives. As it turned out, they hadn’t all been locked up forever.

George – his full name was actually George Brown Davidson. He had been renamed by the government to “404,” as one of the first “monsters” captured and experimented on. He used to be completely human, up until he’d had an … accident in his lab. George had graduated early from university with a PhD in chemistry and biochemistry and was working on a doctorate soon after. He moved to America to do his research. He was trying to produce original research in human DNA engineering but hadn’t had any volunteers to be tested under his work, nor the money to fund animal testing. So, he’d used himself. He’d been trying to create a serum to give humans the cockroach ability to survive, and he’d used DNA from multiple bugs to create said serum. Overall, it was meant to make a human immune to disease (or at least mitigate their symptoms), to make them resistant to radiation poisoning, and make them damn near indestructible. Unfortunately, there were … multiple side effects – like being mutated into a human-cockroach hybrid.

Once George realised what he had done to himself, he tried to hide from society. He’d succeeded, too, for almost a whole year – up until someone caught him digging through their back garbage, called the police, and George had been detained by a special military unit. He’d earned his nickname 404: Not Found for two reasons: no one could find his original work and research, because he’d hidden it so well, and because he managed to escape and hide from the military three separate times, before finally being moved to the military facility they were in now.

Dream, though he still found how George looked creepy – even creepier now that he knew he was supposed to emulate a cockroach – could feel sympathy for the man. Just like Dream, George had been human and had his entire ripped away from him by an accident.

Sapnap was a whole different story – he was apparently a monster, through and through.

Sapnap was supposedly from a different world, where monsters and magic were the norm. He described the world as an equivalent to the medieval time period of humanity. Up until he pissed off a magic user and was teleported to a different universe – here – Sapnap had never had trouble with being a demon. But then he’d been plopped down in the middle of the Florida everglades, wrestled with an alligator that tried to take him as a meal, and been taken in by the local park rangers for wrestling said alligator. Then they’d noticed that he wasn’t human – which was around the same time that Sapnap realised he was no longer in his home world – and Sapnap had tried to make a run for it. He didn’t get very far before he was tased and restrained, then taken in by the same task force that stole away George. He, too, was renamed by the government; his new name was “Inferno.” Dream tried to ignore the fact that magic and alternative universes existed for the sake of his sanity.

Karl, somehow, had the least believable story.

A genetically altered tomato was combined with a chemically altered ranch-flavoured dessert topping at a snack food plant. The resulting goop gained consciousness and became an indestructible gelatinous mass, which in turn, became Karl. Karl had been a quick learner of the English language but seemed to lack any other sort of innate learning capability. He genuinely didn’t have a brain and was very cooperative when the US government detained him, unlike George and Sapnap, who both tried to run away.

And lastly, there was Patches, who was even bigger than Dream. Although, Dream was slowly coming around to having a humongous cat-caterpillar follow him around the commons, purring up a storm and begging for belly-rubs. Apparently, nuclear radiation turned her from a small kitten into a three-hundred-foot-tall monster that attacked Ohio. The radiation, instead of killing Patches, had mutated her. It hadn’t taken much to turn her from a huge kitty batting at skyscrapers like they were cat toys, to a well-trained and well-mannered cat-caterpillar. Food, shelter, and using all the training possible, made Patches into the ultimate pet cat. It helped that she was insanely smart for a cat. Patches also quickly claimed Dream as her favourite – though, that might have just been because Dream was large enough to give her proper pets, rather than the tiny monsters from before. Sapnap still lamented over losing being Patches’ favourite.

And finally, Dream shared his story.

Sitting cross-legged on the metal ground, to be closer to the three little monsters, Dream started to talk. “I was supposed to marry Quackity –”

“What sort of name is Quackity?” Sapnap blurted.

“What sort of name is Sapnap?” Dream retorted. “Besides, his name isn’t really Quackity – that’s just a nickname that all his friends use. His real name is Alexis. Anyway, I was supposed to marry Quackity, but I wasn’t allowed to wear the dress I wanted because Quackity wanted me to be in a suit. Then he cancelled our honeymoon because he got a job offer in Lincolnville and needed to go right away. And I was kind of upset over it, because I thought the dress was beautiful, and I was really excited to go to Paris. But we’re a team, you know? And marriage takes some sacrifice. So, I said it was fine, and he went inside the church to finish getting ready – and before I could join him, I was hit by a meteor.”

Sapnap snorted and Dream narrowed his eyes. “Bullshit,” Sapnap said. “If you were hit by a meteor – even at this size – that would kill you.”

“It very much didn’t kill me,” Dream said, rolling his eyes. “In fact, Bad thinks getting hit by that meteor was why I grew to the size I am now. My entire body apparently radiates pure extra-terrestrial energy, which could have potentially come from the meteor. I must have absorbed all the energy from the meteor, because it was gone by the time I woke up.”

“And then what?” George asked. “You just … grew?”

“Not at first,” Dream said. He tucked a white curl behind his ear. “I’d say it took about half an hour before anything happened. Quackity was the first one to point out, at the pew, that I was … glowing green. And he noticed because we were standing face to face, for once.”

“For once?” Sapnap asked, brow cocked.

“Ugh, I’ m supposed to be short – like, six foot four – not a hundred feet! So, I was standing a couple steps down from Quackity, so that we were the same height on our wedding day.”

“What? Six foot four is not short!” Sapnap squeaked.

“Well, I mean, it’s not the tallest. Quackity said –”

“Quackity seems to say a lot of things,” George muttered. It gave Dream a flashback to when his mother said the same thing on his wedding day, which seemed so far away now, and his eyes almost started to tear-up. “And how tall is Quackity?” George asked, this time louder – and actually meant to be heard, unlike his previous comment.

“Oh, uh, he’s five foot six.”

“Well, I don’t think Quackity has room to talk about whether six feet is tall or not,” George said, quite haughtily.

“He didn’t mean anything bad by it,” Dream defended. Even though he was still upset with Quackity over some of the fights before the wedding – and the cancellation of the honeymoon – he still loved the man. He wouldn’t stand for others sullying his name. Then Dream hunched over on himself when he realised the others were staring at him like he was stupid. “Quackity just gets a little insecure over his own height, and it’s not his fault that I’m taller … was taller … still am taller … than him. Besides, it doesn’t matter anymore. As soon as I was at the pew, I started to glow green and grow. The entire church collapsed on top of me. Then the government task force showed up, tranquillised me, and brought me here. I ruined my wedding, and I’ll never get to see my friends, family, or fiancé ever again.”

Dream crossed his arms over his chest in finality, defensive.

George gave Dream’s knees a sympathetic pat from where he sat next to the giant, and Dream fought the urge to flinch. No one had touched him for over a month, and definitely not any creepy crawlies. Not that George was actually a bug … but still, it was hard for Dream to overcome the thought.

“I don’t think it was your fault your wedding was ruined,” George said.

“Yeah!” Sapnap, speaking up. He looked incensed. “That stupid meteor is the reason all of this happened, not to mention your fiancé – OW!”

Sapnap yelped as George crawled over to him and hit him over the head.

“What? I was just saying that Quackity seemed like a shit – OW! Stop that!”

“Read the room,” George hissed.

Dream snorted. “It’s okay; my family didn’t like Quackity, either. My mother never approved of the engagement. I’m used to it by now.”

“I wonder why,” Sapnap muttered.

“Well, anyhow, the government apparently renamed me to ‘Nightmare’? Which is kind of ironic, considering my nickname, but –”

“Wait, wait – nickname? Your real name isn’t Dream?”

“No? Why would my parents name me Dream?”

“I asked you for your real name on the first day you were here, and you said it was ‘Dream’!” George seemed exasperated.

“Well, my real name is Clay, but everyone I know calls me Dream.”

“You don’t look like Clay, though,” Karl said. “You look like Dream.”

“For once, that’s the smartest thing you’ve ever said,” George muttered. “Karl’s right, though – you don’t look like a Clay. Dream suits you.”

“Thanks? I guess?” Dream said, “Anyway, I –”

“Good morning monsters!” A chipper voice called, followed by the sound of tiny thrusters on a jetpack.

Dream gasped (he didn’t scream, thank you very much), surprised, and turned around, throwing a punch at the same time. He wasn’t sure what he thought he would accomplish with it, but in his mind, he had just been jump-scared. His fist connected with the metal wall behind his back, punching through the material like it wasn’t even there. Then Dream realised that it was just Bad, who was flying a few feet away (at least, a few feet to Dream), who had accidentally snuck up on Dream while he was distracted with the three little monsters. Everyone stared at Dream and the giant hole in the wall. Dream hurried to apologise. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!”

Bad looked shocked. “… that was twenty feet of reinforced steel backed by a hundred feet of concrete. And you punched through it like it was wet paper … on accident.”

Dream blushed.

“It’s a good thing I came to bring you for testing, because that … that needs to be tested.”

Dream was, ashamedly, taken from the commons and onto a moving platform to take him for his first medical check-up since he was tranquillised and brought in. Bad assured him that the hole in the wall would be repaired within a few days, but he suggested Dream not try to create anymore property damage in the meanwhile. Dream winced at the joking tone Bad used, knowing that Bad wasn’t actually angry – he rarely, truly got angry – but Dream still felt sorry for what he did. He kept forgetting just how big he was, and what that meant for the people around him. He had probably caused hundreds – no, hundreds of thousands – of dollars in property damage, on accident, just because he became startled.

He could have hit Bad.

After seeing what his fist did to concrete and metal, Dream didn’t even want to think about what he could do to a human.

Human.

Gods, Dream was thinking like he wasn’t human anymore.

And he wasn’t, was he?

The medical check-up confirmed that, at least.

A team of doctors walked around his feet, all business, no play. They checked his pupil reactions with large spotlights (which hurt), they asked him to open his mouth to give them a better look at his teeth (which were apparently harder to look at while he was passed out), and they did other random tests – like drawing blood with a giant needle (because smaller needles couldn’t penetrate his skin) – that seemed better suited for a normal doctor’s office, rather than in a military facility with a giant.

One of the doctors, bless their heart, actually tried to explain everything to Dream, who was looking more and more confused by the second, yet nonetheless let them run all their tests. She had wavy brown hair that was pulled up in a high ponytail, dark brown eyes, and was wearing a pink lab coat, unlike most of the other doctors with blue or white coats. If he squinted, he could see her name tag read “Doctor Caroline.” The doctor explained that they were trying to get a baseline on Dream, to see how his health should look for his new form. That way, they would be able to tell if he got sick or hurt and know what they were supposed to get his health looking like after. Dream nodded along and ignored how another doctor shushed the first, telling her that Dream was just “a dumb giant” who “didn’t need to know their work.” But if, when he was asked to lay down to allow the doctors to walk over his chest and check his resting heart rate, he moved a little and scared the shit out of the second doctor, then that was none of anyone’s business.

The wink the first doctor gave him made him feel a little better, though.

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