#kiuda.writing

[kiuda]

Hey @rainystressed247 !! :D

Here is your gift for the Dreblrtines~! Sorry it took so long, life got busy :<

Anyway, hope you enjoy some admin!Dream (my beloved) and Dteam friendship <3

It was supposed to be a 5 + 1 story, but I started with the +1 and the story grew and grew so I decided to leave it be :] I may write the other parts later and add them to the series though!

Hope you enjoy!! <3 @dreblrtine-gift-exchange

[kiuda]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Clay | Dream & Luke | Punz Characters: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Luke | Punz Additional Tags: Character Death, Human Experimentation, Author is a Clay | Dream Apologist (Video Blogging RPF), Author is a Luke | Punz Apologist, Canon-Typical Violence, a person does die, Not Beta Read Summary:

Behind every scientific achievement there are years of work and research. The understanding of the revival book's powers are no different in that regard.

or

Dream and Punz doing some stabbing and maybe some dying, but it's all okay because they can just come back.

Hey @voidpidgeon here is your gift as part of the dreblrsmp gift exchange :D Honestly all of your prompts were super fun and I wasn’t sure which one to pick, but I decided on the ‘Punz and Dream conducting experiments’ one in the end :D

I am a bit out of practise with writing, but I hope you like it anyway <3

[kiuda]

Give me shapeshifter c!Dream.

/rp /dsmp

Give me Dream who used to change forms often. Who would look at the closest person and change to match them.

Dream who used to become a demon when with Bad to make him feel included.

Dream who changed into a nether hybrid with Sapnap, so they could hug safely and swim in lava.

Dream who became a creeper when Sam used to get frustrated, so the explosion wouldn't hurt him.

Dream who turned into a cat to cuddle with Antfrost.

Dream who spent days and nights as various forest animals to be with George.

Dream who chose the fastest forms when with Punz so they could race.

Dream who was a human around Alyssa, Callahan and Ponk because they liked him as he was, no matter what.

Give me shapeshifter Dream who stopped constantly shifting when L'Manburg was founded. Who begun to wear the mask all the time.

Dream who chose the smallest, least threatening forms in the prison, hoping to be left alone.

Dream who tried to match Bad during one of his earliest visits, but couldn't.

Give me Dream who melts into Punz's hug and shifts safely for the first time in months.

Give me shapeshifter Dream.

[kiuda]

So we know that CC!Dream can now cry on command, and I know people will take that to the depressing route come the lore video of C!Dream breaking down. That’s nice and all, but imagine if he instead cries tears of joy for escaping the prison and seeing the stars and sunrise for the first time.

I procrastinated on this ask so much, that c!Dream is finally out and we saw how happy he was when he saw the sunrise again <3 (and then went back to the vault lmao) and we also saw the first lore video (still hoping for more + the breakdown <3)

But! No harm done, I can just modify this a bit and add another character to the mix :D

warnings: implied/referenced past torture

/rp /dsmp

The mask has been a part of Dream for longer than Punz could remember. They were sure they knew Dream before he got it, but they couldn’t remember the last time they saw him without it. Well, that wasn’t strictly true. Dream used to take off the mask pretty often, claiming it was making his face feel sticky and sweaty. But he would never be without it. It was always there, even when it was hidden in his bag.

It showed in how reserved he was. How unwilling he was to talk about his feelings. How he still refused to tell Punz what happened in the prison.

It showed when Punz tried to ask more about the plan. When Dream would shut down, saying something about it ‘not being a concern’. Dream trusted him. Punz knew that. But even he had some secrets. Not everything was meant to be shared.

Dream didn’t have his mask on when they met after the escape.

Sam probably took it away in the prison. Punz didn’t know what the stay was like, but he was worried about his friend. Dream was… different. More careful, even more reserved than before. It was as if all the work he did to gain his trust had been wasted. He was hiding injuries, limping instead of letting Punz bandage his leg.

But Punz knew that a confrontation wouldn’t help. Not with Dream, not when he was in one of his stubborn moods, no matter what the cause of it was.

So he stayed by his friend, holding his hand during the worst of the nightmares and slowing down during patrols, claiming to be tired, so that Dream had to slow down as well. Because XD knows his pride wouldn’t let him ask Punz to slow down.

Punz admittedly wasn’t the best at making others feel better. All the emotional talk was always more of Bad’s or Sam’s expertise. All he could do was choke out a quiet ‘hey everything will be okay’ while offering a side hug.

This Dream situation had him operating entirely out of his depth. But it was fine. It was for Dream after all.

That’s why he spent several evenings away from their small cottage, making and remaking and remaking a simple wooden mask. He tried to make it from clay, like the last one was, but he had no idea how to make it less breakable. So wood it was. At least for now.

It took him a lot (lot) of tries, but he finally came up with something acceptable. And sure, the birch wood made the mask a bit less smooth. And maybe the smile was wobbly and one of the eyes dripped a bit of paint. But it was a mask. One he was proud of for creating.

(Dream’s reaction was worth it too. His shocked look transformed into an upset face that Punz was scared about. Did he hate it? Oh of course, he must have, it’s not like Punz can do anything right besides kill, right? But then Dream hugged him. He actually hugged him again. Whispered ‘thank you’ and cried. But this time the tears were happy. They weren’t caused by pain or sadness. They symbolized their bond, their trust and appreciation.)

[kiuda]

i’ve been listening to Partners in Crime by Set It Off a lot and all I can think about is c!Dream throwing himself in front of a sword/axe for c!Punz or the other way around and that’s how everyone figures out that they were working together the entire time—

(i refused to be alone with this angst)

Hey Anon? :D Anon? :D Do you want everyone to cry? :D

Because I want that as well <3

warnings: blood, death

/rp /dsmp

A happy ending was never the plan.

Punz should have realised that earlier. They should have realised that when Dream told them about the prison. Should have asked more questions. Should have objected, should have tried to suggest a different plan.

But he didn’t. Because they trusted Dream. He was the leader, the mastermind. His plans won them the first war. Why would Punz doubt him now?

Because he was different. They knew that of course. He saw the change in Dream. They saw how cautious and reserved he became. How he never stayed around for longer than plan making. How he didn’t sleep.

He saw the hurt Dream tried to hide. How he sent longing glances after George and Sapnap. How his hands trembled a bit when he was gathering resources for the vault and the prison. How his voice cracked when he told him about his plan. The finale.

And they still did nothing. Followed the man they trusted more than anyone else.

Because he had a plan.

He should have asked about the end result. Should have questioned how making himself the bad guy would help with the reunion of their big family. Should have asked ‘what about you, Dream?’.

And now here they are.

Dream is standing in front of the Community House. The new house. The old one long gone. (You helped blow it up.) He is hurt, one arm bleeding and his armour almost all gone, stumbling backward towards the doors of the building.

After him goes the SMP. Punz included. Because he can’t go against the plan now. Not when the final step is almost over. They just need to get to the portal. And then Dream will make the final piece move. ‘Just like we planned.’ Punz thinks, watching another arrow be shot at his friend with a barely contained wince.

Finally they get to the portal, running up the blackstone stairs. Punz sighs. Everything will change now.

But Dream stands in front of the portal, unarmed. The remains of his armour lie away from him and he is not running. Why isn’t he running? A bad feeling washes over Punz. Was he really going to-?

“Dream!” Sapnap is the first to get to the top. He approaches the escaped prisoner slowly, trying to find a trap. A back up plan. Anything. Because there needs to be something, right? Deep down Punz knows the truth already. There is no next step any more. There is no grand escape.

There is no happy ending. Not for Dream.

Sapnap is standing over the kneeling Dream, screaming something about ‘making things right’ and ‘punishment’. Punz isn’t sure, not when all he can hear is the rush of blood in his ears and all he can see is the glint of the axe rising slowly over Sapnap’s head.

He snaps out of his thoughts when Tommy approaches the two and spits out: “You deserve this. Rot in hell.”

No!

Punz grips his axe tighter and leaps. They don’t know if they can get there in time. But Prime must be on their side today, because all he hears is a loud CLANG as the axes collide.

“Punz?” Dream is still kneeling, a confused look on his face. “What are you-”

“I’m not going to let you die!” they yell, overlapping the yells of confusion coming from the crowd. “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Dream’s face (maskless, they took his mask. they took it again.) shows resignation and how tired the green-wearing warrior is. How did it all end up like this? How did they not notice how tired he is? “Punz…”

“Was this your great plan?! Getting yourself killed?!” Punz is furious. At Dream. At George and Sapnap. At Sam and Quackity. At Tommy and Wilbur. At himself. “Where is your big happy family if you are dead, Dream?!”

“It was never about me…” The admission is quiet, almost impossible to hear, but still breaks Punz’s heart. “I am expendable. As long as you all are together.”

A quiet “what?” is heard from the others. Standing still, not knowing what to do. What to say.

“Guys! Don’t you see what’s happening here?!” an angry shout rises and Quackity steps out of the crowd. He is holding a crossbow, a bolt loaded and ready to fly. “He is manipulating you again! Probably paid Punz as well!”

He didn’t. Dream never had to pay him.

“Let’s just kill him and move on! C’mon we all know there is no other way!” Quackity is still talking, trying to convince the rest of the crowd. Punz turns back towards his fallen brother.

“Can you stand?” they whisper, trying to plan an escape. “I have pearls, we can-”

“It doesn’t matter.” Dream’s voice is shaky, so unlike the man’s usual tone. “It’s never going to end unless I die.”

“No-! We can… we can find a way to-” Punz never finishes his sentence.

A loud BANG travels across the place when Quackity fires his crossbow. It finds his mark.

Dream chokes on his own blood, hand trying to grab the arrow sticking from his chest, but not having enough strength to do so. Punz grabs at him desperately, cradling him to his chest “no nonnonononononoon NO! NO!”

It was always supposed to end like this.

Villains don’t get a happy ending after all.

[kiuda]

Kiuda my beloved c!dream stammering explaining how bad prison was to c!punz… just him stammering that it wasnt supposed to go that way and not telling hin about the torture even though it still affects him

Peppsta my beloved you mean the moment that my heart broke? The moment that reminded me how sad c!dream is, no matter how much he wants to act like he is only a bad guy with no feelings and no hurts?

That moment? ;___;

warnings: torture mention, prison arc stuff (like starvation mention, nightmares and overall not so great things), breakdown (c!dream is overwhelmed and cries a bit) - may be considered a panic attack? I’m not sure. a bit c!sapnap negative, very c!awesamdude and c!quackity negative

/rp /dsmp

He never wanted for it all to go this way. It was never supposed to be that bad.

The prison. The Warden and the Visitor. This wasn’t the plan.

But it did. A part of him answered. It did and you have to deal with it sooner or later. Otherwise it will destroy you.

He knew that. Of course he did, he wasn’t an idiot. But he still had nightmares. He still woke up confused, not knowing if he was safe or not. He still couldn’t eat potatoes.

He couldn’t stop but he couldn’t just go on either.

So he did the only thing he knew - he worked on the plan. Gathered resources, made sure the base was impossible to find. Spied on the server, trying to figure out which approach was best for the next step. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t even good for him. He knew that. But he knew he would break if he stopped.

He had too much to do. Too many plans to finish. Maybe that’s why the final straw was a broken pickaxe.

It wasn’t even his main pick. It was a simple iron tool. One he made just to mine some coal to make sure he could cook some food. It wasn’t named or enchanted. Just a simple tool.

But when he saw it break and disappear from his tired hold, something in him broke. He stopped, staring in disbelief at the coal vein that he was mining a moment before. No sound escaping him.

Stared.

And stared.

He didn’t even notice when Punz stopped mining as well and approached him before a hand was placed on his arm.

“Hey dude, you good?” The mercenary’s face betrayed concern and worry. They’ve been mining for a while now, so their usually pristine white hoodie was lying abandoned on the shulker, in which they hid all the mined materials. “Dream?”

“I…” He wanted to reassure his friend. His brother. The only person he could still trust. He needed to make sure he still saw him as a strong leader. Because what kind of a leader would still have nightmares after all this time? (It’s only been a few weeks. He wasn’t fine. Nothing was fine.) What kind of a leader would ask for a break? “I’m fine.” His voice trembled slightly. He tried to clear his throat but only managed to let a quiet sob escape.

“Hey…” Punz was guiding him over to the shulker and making him sit down. “Dream… Everything is going to be fine. I promise.” Their eyes were so kind, so open. It was a side of his friend he rarely saw. The last time was… When was it? Has it been that long ago? Why couldn’t he remember?

He could feel his eyes water and his breath pick up slightly. It was too much. It was all too much!

Why? Why? WhywhywhywhywhywWHYWHWYHWYWHY?!! WHY!

Why couldn’t everything go according to plan?! Why wasn’t Sam the Warden he was supposed to be?! Why did Quackity decide he needed the book?! Why did Ranboo stop visiting?! Why couldn't he handle it all?! He was supposed to be better than that! Stronger than a bit of bad food and a few wounds! (You know it was worse. You know it hurts.)

“-em. Do it with me.” His hand was on someone’s chest. He could feel them breathe slowly. “Inhale for 4. Hold for 7. Exhale for 8. You are doing so well. Again.” He tried to follow the calm voice but his sobs wouldn’t stop. Why couldn’t he stop?

“It’s okay. You are doing very well.” The voice was nice. He forgot what ‘nice’ ment in the vault.

“P-punz…”

“I’m here.” He heard Punz move and felt the hoodie being thrown over him. “Wanna talk about it?”

Did he? Was he ready to share his deepest secrets? Was he ready to admit not everything was okay? Was he ready to share how much it hurt when Sapnap didn’t react when he told him he was tortured? Was he ready to say how scared he was that he would stay in the vault forever?

He shook his head weakly. Not now. Not today.

“Okay. But we will talk about it one day.” They would. But not today.

For now they would hug again.

[kiuda]

I just had a revelation in @carpedzem's dms....

After the disc finale stream, Punz's chat loved making fun of him for his "You should have paid me more" line

But he always knew it was a lie. A ruse. HE KNEW AND HE COULDN'T SAY IT

So here is some angst :D

/rp /dsmp

Punz who hears everyday from his own Chat that his 'betrayal' line was lame and that he had so much time to come up with a better one.

Punz who tries not to tell them the truth, because he knows the other Chats will hear about it then. Who has to stay silent.

Who has to hear how the betrayal was a good decision. How it was the correct choice.

Who is waiting for his friend to come back.

[kiuda]

So... I caved in and actually wrote something for the fanfiction spotlight as well ^^'

It's an admin Dream au! :D One you might remember from the asks I send out during the event I organise from time to time ^^

Here is the ao3 link and the reddit post if you wanted to support it <3

[kiuda]

What do you think Dream does after he finished talking to Sam? Going to the courtyard? Putting his lega in the water?

Or is he locking himself into one of the cells, searching for a glimpse or similarity and familiarity 🥲

;___;

/rp /dsmp

He hits the wall first. Almost breaks his wrist and curses softly. He can't let Sam see how frustrated he is. Can't let him get an upper hand. Never again.

He exhales and inhales, trying to calm his racing heart. Tries not to think about the War-Sam's words. He didn't deserve the torture. He deserves an apology.

He tried visiting the courtyard on his first night back. Searched for the room everywhere, trying to remember the plans he and Sam drew over a year ago, but couldn't find it. He thinks Sam must have gotten rid of it when he decided Dream was too dangerous to let out of the main cell. (He never sees the grass nor the still water of the stil-standing courtyard.)

He picked one of the upper cells for his room. It's small. Uncomfortable. Covered in obsidian and spiderwebs.

None of the other cells were supposed to be used. None of them were cleaned or taken care of by the Warden or his helpers. (At least since the escape.)

A part of him knows he should find a bed. Even better - go to Punz and ask him for a place to stay. But the larger part of him makes him stay. Makes him lie down on the cold obsidian (cold, always so cold against his wounds. keeping the heat of the lava at bay.) and curl up for another sleep. Searching for the comforting feeling.

But it never comes. The cell is different. Foreign. Wrong.

[kiuda]

Hi @dreamhot :D

I was your dreblr secret santa! Here is a small gift for you - three conversations/situations between c!Awesamdude and c!Dream over the years and the meaning of a promise between them :D

Hope you like it <3

Happy holidays! :D

warnings: prison arc themes (torture aftermath, self harm reference (c!Dream thinks about touching lava))

I promise I’m not afraid of you.

They met a long time ago. It was back on Bad’s server, where they talked to each other for the first time - a young, up and coming adventurer with too much enthusiasm and a want to see the world and an experienced redstoner with a long list of ideas he didn’t even dream of fulfilling.

They weren’t friends. Not at first at least. They just had the same friends and spent a lot of time together. Or around each other.

They were acquaintances. Co-workers. And they were fine with that.

But one day that changed.

They were taking part in a server-wide tag competition. It was a game of extreme tag, a hunt of sorts, but with teams. Dream wasn’t Sam’s first choice. Neither was Sam Dream’s. But with Sapnap (Pandas back then) sick and Ponk busy, the choice was limited.

So here they were - Dream and Sam. Sam and Dream. Two very different, yet similar people. Both wanting to win, but wanting to hide a part of them above all else.

If only life was so easy.

It started surprisingly well. They managed to outrun most of the other teams, thanks to Dream knowing the woods pretty well after running around in them for hours at a time. Things were looking even better after Sam managed to build a simple redstone contraption that caused two teams to fall down a hole with no way out.

That’s before it all went wrong.

They were running through the thick woods, trying to lose a much better-geared team, not caring about which way they were travelling. So naturally, they found themselves at the edge of a ravine. It was a deep one, with a river of sorts running along the bottom.

Sam looked at the ravine. Looked at Dream. “No.”

“No?” Dream asked in an amused voice.

“We are not jumping down there.”

“Well, do you have any other ideas?”

Sam turned back to the ravine and looked down. The water looked deep. Maybe they would survive the fall, but he still wasn’t going to touch water if he didn’t have to.

Looking at the walls, he noticed a small ledge, almost impossible to notice from the angle they were standing. “Dream I have-!” Too late.

His teammate decided he was done waiting apparently, because the next thing Sam knew was the feeling of wind in his hair and the water coming closer at an alarming speed. Before he could even think about yelling or using his emergency pearl, he hit the river.

He panicked, opening his eyes and trying to figure out which way was the surface. He couldn’t see anything. It was dark. So dark and wet. He needed to get out.

Before his panicked mind could decide on what to do next, he felt someone’s arms hug him and a figure began swimming upwards with him in tow. The familiar green of the person’s hoodie made Sam relax. Dream. It was just Dream.

They broke the surface of the water and swam to the shore together.

“See? That wasn’t so bad-!” Dream exclaimed with a small laugh before turning to look at Sam, at which point his face turned to shock instead. Sam frowned.

“What’s wrong?” Was he bleeding? Sure, he felt something hit his head on the way down, but his mask should have protected his face. He put his hand up, trying to feel it for any damage… And felt his skin. His mask. Where has his mask gone?! He tried looking around, but couldn’t see it anywhere. “Where is it?! Where-!”

“Hey!” Dream. Oh no. Dream was still here. Dream saw his face. Dream saw… his face. Dream knew his secret. He knew that- “So you’re a creeper hybrid, yeah?”

Sam nodded his head hesitantly. Was this the moment his not-yet-but-maybe-soon friend would turn on him? It wouldn’t be the first time.

“That’s so cool!” What. That was… unexpected. Why wasn’t Dream afraid?

“Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

Dream let out a noise of surprise. “Why would I be afraid?! Hybrids are so cool! Pandas is a hybrid, you know! And so is Bad! And they are both good!” Right. But they were his friends. He knew them. Why would he trust a hybrid he barely knew? Especially a creeper hybrid. He could blow up at any moment and hurt him.

“Is that why you are so good at redstone?!” Dream asked happily, unaware of the panic his companion was experiencing. “Oh! Can you blow up?! Can you show me?!”

Sam flinched. “No!” If it was up to him, he would never blow up again. Not if it meant he could hurt someone again. Dream looked at him puzzled.

“Is something wrong?” He approached Sam carefully, trying not to spook him more. “Are you afraid of me?”

“What?” Why would Sam be the one afraid?! He was the hybrid! The dangerous one! “No! You should be the one afraid!”

“Why?” Why was this… kid asking why he should be afraid?! Was he dumb?

“Because I’m dangerous!”

“Well I’m not.” Sam didn’t look convinced. He scoffed and murmured a quiet ‘Yeah, right.’. Dream took Sam’s gloved hand in his bare one.

“I promise. I promise I’m not afraid of you.” Sam looked in his eyes. They were bright green, sparkling with flecks of gold.

He searched them for any indication of a lie.

He found none.

Maybe Dream and him could be friends after all.

I promise I don’t hate you

“Dream?” It was a warm autumn night. The rest of the server members were probably asleep by now. Sam was still awake, having stayed up late, trying to figure out a redstone contraption that just wouldn’t work. He was on his way back to his base when he noticed a lone figure sitting on the roof of the community house.

He sat by the younger man quietly, not wanting to make him leave. Dream had the tendency to keep his thoughts and emotions close, not wanting to appear weak. Even in front of one of his closest friends.

“Have you ever wondered what happens after we die?” Dream’s whisper was almost too quiet to hear. Sam looked at him closely. He looked tired. The new scars from the war were still fresh on his face, crossing his nose and each other. The bags under his eyes were darker than ever before.

“I don’t know actually. Never thought about it. What about you?”

Dream wasn’t looking at him. His gaze was fixed high up on the stars. “I don’t know either.”

Silence fell between the two of them again. The night was beautiful. The stars were bright and the sea cucumbers' faint light made the lake glow slightly.

It was peaceful. Maybe for the first time since L’Manburg declared its independence.

“Sam?” Dream still wouldn’t look over at him. His mask was off, but the bare face betrayed no emotions.

“Yeah?”

“Do you hate me?” Sam’s head turned sharply toward the other. What was he talking about?

“What?” Dream finally turned his face to look at him. His eyes were sad. Actually, his whole face was sad.

“Do you hate me? I started a war. I made you all fight. Well, not you. But the others.” Sam couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Dream. Where is this coming from? You protected us. They were the ones to start it.” He gave his friend a side hug and frowned when he felt Dream sit a bit closer. Sure, he used to really like hugs, but ever since he started the server and invited new people, his affectionate side was seen rarer. It must have been bothering him for a while.

“I just wanted everyone to get along…” Because that was the problem, wasn’t it? Dream felt like he was doing the right thing. That he was in the right. And yet he was called a tyrant for it. His server, their home. The home he made for them. He wanted to keep the peace.

“I don’t hate you.” Sam answered finally. Dream didn’t reply, just buried his head further into Sam’s jacket. “I don’t.”

“Promise?” The question was quiet, short. For many it could mean almost nothing - just a simple question with a simple answer. But for Sam and Dream it meant something more. A promise couldn’t be broken. Not between them. Not back then at least.

“I promise I don’t hate you.”

I promise I will protect you

Over the years they promised each other a lot of things. They weren’t liars. They never broke any of them. Well. At least until the Vault.

Dream’s plan was working as intended. He was ‘defeated’ by Tommy and Tubbo and was locked up in the prison he commissioned, with Sam as the Warden. Everything was going well. Sure, the conditions may have been rough, but he knew that before. He was the one to make them.

So he sucked it up. His spirit stayed strong, even when Sapnap told him he would kill him if he ever got out. Even when Sam refused to give him a new clock. Even when Ranboo stopped coming to visit.

Even when he killed Tommy.

Even when Quackity came.

Quackity wasn’t part of the plan. He wasn’t ever a variable Dream considered. Because why would he? Why would he even entertain the thought that one of the members of his server would torture someone?

And yet there he was.

Lying on the cold, yet hot obsidian, trying to stay strong. Bruises and cuts over his face and body. Staring into the slowly falling lava. It was warm. So warm. He missed that warmth. The warmth of a hug, the warmth of the sun shining on his face. Maybe if he just-

The lava was gone before he could touch it. Dream was denied the warmth once again.

He looked up and tried to identify the figure standing on the opposite side of the lava pool. The figure was tall, probably taller than the prisoner. Clad in shiny gold and forest green. Sam. The Warden. His… friend. Brother, once. Now? Protector? Enemy? Both.

The one he trusted to keep him safe. The one, who promised him that so many years ago. Way before this server existed. Before he even had a thought to find a safe place for his family.

“Sam?” The Warden was in front of him now, looking at him with disgust. A bag of potatoes hit the floor with a small thud.

“Eat.” There was nothing left from the fondness that once coloured his voice while they talked. Gone was the cheerfulness and trust. What was left was disdain.

Dream tried reaching for the potatoes slowly. He couldn’t risk making the Warden mad. Not when he could tell Quackity the truth at any moment. He just had to hold on until Techno came back. Because he would come back. That was the plan.

Sam only scoffed at the prisoner, before turning to go back towards the bridge. A quiet whisper stopped him in his tracks.

“You promised to protect me.” He turned his head slightly, not enough to face the broken body of the man he once loved.

His one visible eye narrowed when he spat out: “And you promised I will be safe.”

Neither of them have ever felt so alone before.

[kiuda]

I wrote this between classes, so it's a bit rushed and probably is full of mistakes, but it's sad, so i want to share it already ^^

Enjoy <3

warnings: none!

/rp /dsmp

The first day of the end wasn’t any different than any other day before it. Dream woke up, went downstairs and had a small breakfast. He couldn’t force himselfeat much lately. Told himself his lack of appetite was good, that it would help with the future parts of his plan. Ignored the concerned looks Punz send him when he refused a break or a commonmeal.

He was fine. It was all fine.

Punz was worrying too much, as always. The mercenary has been that way, eversince Dream met him, many years ago. Always worrying, always trying to catch him in a lie about his well-being.

He used to like the extra attention, used to search for the older blond, when he got hurt more often than finding Bad or Sam. They worried about him as well, of course, but they were busier. Always working, trying to earn enough to keep their family together, to keep their (then) small server running. It was funny to think about Munchy as a small server. Their home turned into one of the biggest public servers, giving up the first place only to Hypixel.

He wondered if his own server would be as big one day. Sure, it was one of the bigger private servers, known among the public for it’s strict whitelist and mysterious admin. But it wasn’t the size of the public servers he grew up on. Dream sometimes missed the busyness of the public servers. Missed running through the crowds of MCPvP, chasing after Sapnap and practising for the tournaments.

Those days were long gone now. His friends were gone, his family was gone. He just had Punz and Ranboo. Well, he had Punz. Ranboo, or Enderboo, was still a wild card. He didn’t know when the other side would start working against him (because nothing ever was easy for him). He had to be prepared for the worst.

But it was fine. He had a plan. He would see his family again, he would convince them to be a family again. Even if it was the last thing he would ever do.

He took it day by day, step by step. Ate less, trained more. Slept less, thought more, planned more. He needed to be ready, to be sure of the plan. There would be no second chances, not this time.

His last days of freedom were spent in a closed room, standing over maps and plans. Making sure everyone knew their roles. Making sure Punz could act, could convince the others that they were on their side. He wanted to run, wanted to go out and feel the wind on his bare face, swim with the dolphins and run around with the wolves. He squashed those feelings as quickly as they emerged. He wasn’t the important one here. He could live through some days, maybe even weeks, in isolation. And it’s not like he would be in there the whole time! The courtyard was a nice place, he made sure of that. It was secure, but still gave the feeling of being outside. It was enough. It had to be enough.

He clenched his fist. It was late again. Punz left some time ago to sleep, with Ranboo leaving much earlier. The nearby clock chimed a quiet tune. Midnight. He should go to bed, rest before the final act that would take place in a few hours. But he didn’t feel tired. In fact, he was more awake then ever, more aware of his bond with the server. He looked out the window. Maybe… maybe a small walk wouldn’t hurt.

He stretched and left through the door.

His server was peaceful. Content and happy. It didn’t share his worry nor his nerves. Wasn’t aware of what would happen when the sun woke up. He looked up at the stars. They wouldn’t stop shining just because he would be gone. The trees and the animals would live on. The crops would grow and be taken care of.

He wandered around a bit, trying to force himself to remember as many parts of his home as possible. Looked at the lake where the Community House was (He did it. Destroyed it. It was worth it. Was it?), at the crater that used to be L’Manburg. Almost went into Alyssa’s house before stopping himself on the front porch. Alyssa never liked surprise guests. He silently put a few barrier blocks around the building. She deserved her home to wait for her just like she left it.

He found himself under Ponk’s lemon tree. One of the first trees on the server. There, on it’s trunk, were carved initials of his family. S for Sapnap, G for George, A for Alyssa, C for Callahan, P for Ponk, B for Bad, another S for Sam and a small D, accompanied by a wonky smile for himself. He ran his hand over the carvings with a small smile. ‘I’m doing this for you. Even if you all will hate me after today. Even if you already hate me. I love you all.’.

And if anyone was watching the lone figure by the tree that night, they might have noticed a small tear running under their mask. Might have seen the figure place a note in a small hole in the trunk. Might have heard them whisper a last goodbye.

[kiuda]

Hii kiuda :D

Here’s a little ‘gift’ as a thank you present for yours (from @catboydweam)

It was so warm in the prison, so hot constantly being next to lava. The air was hot and sticky, offering no way to cool down. The dripping of the crying obsidian stuck to Dream’s skin, somehow stickier with the heat, he had tried his best to keep the purple substance out of open wounds, but always managed to fail. There was only so much you could do with one set of dirty clothes after all.

One thing he looked forward to with Quackity’s visits, the only thing he looked forward to, was the opening of the lava, the small rush of cooler air, the fresh breath he got twice a day.

But of course, all benefits came with a downside, and the downside of Quackity visiting was Quackity himself.

This time he brought a chair, Dream could tell it was the same one he had brought before, it still had his blood stains on it. Old blood was soaked into the wood, turning it a darker brown. It had been made of birch, the lightest wood, Dream guessed it was to better show off his blood, his wounds, to show the world that the mighty beast could in fact be wounded, that he was nothing more than a man, that he could be hurt.

The ropes were new, they had to be Dream supposed, they could only handle so much blood.

Too weak to resist, Dream let himself be pushed into the chair and tied up.

And then Quackity began.

Dream was so tired of pain, but he had to keep up the act. He couldn't break, or at least he had to pretend not to break. If he broke, if Quackity won, he died. A broken toy wasn't fun to play with anymore, after all.

So Dream held on, putting on a show of fury, eyes blazing with anger and hate and pain. So Dream yelled and screamed and followed instructions when necessary, allowed the pain and fear to show, but not too much. And Dream was so tired, tired of pain, tired of the heat. He just wanted this to all stop.

;__; my boi </3

warnings: general self-loathing, torture mention + aftermath, general Pandora's Vault themes (isolation, starvation, manipulation)

/rp /dsmp

Here is the thing: Dream's plans usually work.

They can hit unexpected turns, they can take a bit longer than he thought they would, but in the end they work out. Usually.

He supposes everyone fails at one point. No one is above probabilities and the laws of the universe. Not even him.

He thinks it makes sense that his failure is as spectacular as his greatest victories.

It's almost funny to think that the one part of his plan that failed was the one he was most sure about. Sam was always fair. Steady and ready to help with keeping everyone in line. But also kind, with a good moral compass. Dream never suspected his hatred would win over his beliefs.

And then there was Quackity. Sir. Quackity. The only person that made him afraid. He hasn't felt fear in a while. He had no time for it. No time for doubt that comes with it.

Quackity made him scared. Made him scream and beg. He broke him. Or at least came as close to breaking him as possible.

He left Dream trembling before and after each visit, unable to talk back to Sam. Unable to ask Bad to stay for a bit, to not leave him alone, please Bad, stay for a bit, please Da-

Instead he just looked. Sat and looked. Tried to tell himself that the plan would work. That all of this was temporary. That Techno, that Ranboo, that Punz... that anyone would come. That they would care, no matter what Quackity said.

No matter how little of him still believed that.

[kiuda]

Hybrid c!Dream but c!Q cuts off any traits that he has, that tail? gone, he had horns? not anymore, he got declawed a long time ago by the Warden, those fangs are useless and chipped, he can keep his eyes for the moment if he keeps being good

Anon you are so right >:)

I am using enderdragon hybrid Dream for this fic - he has (or had in this au) horns, claws, wings and a tail.

warnings: cutting off limbs (hybrid traits in this case) in the past (no description), depression, dehumanization, ptsd, not c!Quackity friendly

/rp /dsmp

Being out of Pandora was not as freeing as Dream thought.

He was still broken. He couldn't sleep. Couldn't walk far. He was basically locked up again, just this time in a warm, private room with a comfortable bed.

Too comfortable sometimes.

He thought he would be fine the second he got out. He wasn't.

Everything hurt. The soft sheets caught on his declawed fingers painfully. His head hurt constantly because of the infected holes where his horns used to be.

He didn't even want to think about the lack of wings or the ever hurting point on his back where his tail used to be.

They were all done hastily, without proper equipment and made to hurt as much as they could.

A lesson. Si- Quackity said. A punishment for Dream's own good.

Who would love a hybrid after all? He was a monster. Scary. Untamed. Unpredictable.

He couldn't love.

But that was a lie, wasn't it? He loved. He loved the whole server. He loved George and Sapnap. He loved them all.

Why didn't they love him back?

Was Quackity right? Was he the unlovable monster he said he was?

Or was he just harder to love? Harder to understand?

Sure, he had his shortcomings - he was very protective and selfish. There were days when all he wanted to do was hide every one of his friends in the Community House and protect them. Even now he hid a lot of items in his room. It was a hard task to accomplish with his injuries, but he managed to hide a few pieces of bread in a small hole below the bed and an ender pearl that Ranboo gave to him under his mattress.

But he tried. He really did!

When George complained about missing his shirts after Dream used them to make a nest, he stopped making them.

After Sapnap's request to stop melting the glass bottles of medicine, when he was sick and kept sneezing with acid, he stopped telling them when he was sick.

When Sam, Ant and Punz started getting annoyed with his constant flying and said they wouldn't race against him any more, he stopped flying altogether.

He started wearing the mask and the hoodie when he overheard Ponk and Alyssa talking how his horns and eyes spooked them a few times.

He even hid his tail after Bad tripped over it one too many times!

Wasn't that enough?

Apparently not.

Quackity said having no hybrid features would help him.

That it would make everyone less afraid.

So why didn't it work?

Why was everyone still afraid? Why was Ranboo unable to stay in one room with him for more than a few minutes? Why did Niki keep sending him glances full of suspicion? Why was Phil still making potions of weakness strong enough to send a full dragon to sleep?

Why was he still a monster?

Maybe listening to Sir's lessons would have helped? Maybe if he had stopped pretending to be human they would at least stop pretending to care?

He remembered what he was taught, even after all the talks with Techno. Even after his fellow hybrid tried convincing him Quackity was wrong.

He wasn't supposed to look others in the eye. No one had to see his eyes. Green like a poison.

Green like soft grass a voice interrupted, sounding very similar to his pink friend. He snorted. He couldn't get away with feeling bad about himself even in his thoughts.

He looked out the window.

He could see the snow and the other Syndicate members playing in it with the dogs and Steve.

He realised he wanted to join them.

He actually wanted to get out and join them.

He wanted to feel the cold wind on his face and the wet snow in his hair. He needed to feel like himself again. Whatever that meant.

He made a decision. Dream braced himself and put one leg down on the floor.

He couldn't let Quackity ruin his life. He was more than his wings or his horns. He was still himself, no matter how different he looked.

Right?

(What Dream never noticed was Niki being worried for him, trying to determine if his wounds were healing properly.

That Phil's potions were supposed to help him sleep, even when he kept trashing after another nightmare.

That Ranboo was battling his other side, trying to stop Enderboo from hunting the people responsible for hurting his mentor.

That Techno stayed by his side through it all.)

[kiuda]

This is one of the longest thing I have ever written and I’m pretty proud of it, so I hope you all enjoy and cry a bit <3

Also @dreamsclock you wanted to be tagged in this, so here you go :D

Sorry it took so long - stuff happened and then I was sick ^^’

warnings: nothing graphic, but it is sad (i hope <3) and there are some implications of dehumanization and torture

/rp /dsmp

The day was beautiful.

Sunny. Warm. With sweet songs of the birds in the air and the gentle wind carrying the laughter of the gathered people.

And what a gathering it was!

Everyone in airy dresses and colourful suits. With little flowers woven into their hair or pinned carefully to their jackets. Everyone was happy, laughing and complementing each other. It was perfect.

But there was one person pacing nervously in front of the beautiful flower-decorated wedding hall. Sapnap. The soon-to-be-wedded fireborn kept glancing at the clock and at the gathered crowd.

“He’s going to make it.” a hand rested on his arm. A very familiar hand. He followed the dark blue jacket and his eyes met the sight of the clout goggles belonging to his best friend. Well, one of them at least. George. As always standing right by his side, ready to will all bad thoughts away. “Sam promised.” Sapnap smiled gratefully.

“Yeah. He is. He would never miss it.” He looked at the crowd again. It seemed like every SMP member was present! It would be the first time in… the first time ever probably. At least since the OG8.

‘Everything was so different back then.’ He thought. ‘No wars. No countries.’ Like Las Nevadas. Like the place he would soon marry his fiancés at. Finally.

He took a deep breath, holding it in for a few seconds, trying to enjoy the warmth of the sun on his face before realising it. He could do this. He wanted this. This was all he ever wanted after all.

Sapnap opened his eyes at someone’s quiet greeting. It was Dream, standing in front of him in a too-big suit and with his hair done in a simple bun. His orange tie tied perfectly. He looked… stiff. Probably not used to the material or just being outside, with others around him.

“Hey man!” He rushed to greet his brother, hugging him tightly. He didn’t notice Dream flinching nor the hesitance in hugging him back. “I was worried you weren’t gonna make it!”

Dream sent him a small smile. “I would never!” He raised his hand to the high collar of his dress shirt, before dropping it quickly. “Are you okay?” He asked with his voice full of concern. Of course Dream would notice. There was no one else who knew him well enough to notice the small tremor in his hands or the nervous way he kept playing with the nearby flowers.

“Yeah…” At Dream’s look, he laughed quietly. “I’m fine, really! Just… nervous. Excited! I’ve been waiting for so long! What if something goes wrong? What if they say no? What if-”

“Hey.” This time Dream hugged him tightly. “I promise everything will be alright. You love them. They love you. You will be happy.” Sapnap smiled again. He was so glad Sam let Dream come.

It wasn’t easy to convince the Warden to let the prisoner out, even for the day. He kept saying Dream was dangerous and he had to stay locked up. But after over a year in Pandora it was almost a joke to call Dream a threat. He was thin and fragile. Nothing like the past Dream - the tyrant, the monster.

During the few visits Sapnap paid him during the last few months, he had forgiven Dream. They talked a lot about the past. Never the present or the future. They needed this illusion of normalcy to stay, even if they could both feel the harsh obsidian and the heat of the lava the whole time. Dream refused to answer any questions about the prison beyond the simple ‘I’m okay’. It worried Sapnap, but he didn’t know how to force his brother to tell him anything. No matter how broken Dream seemed, he was still frustratingly stubborn.

And yet here he was - standing in front of him, looking better than he ever has in the prison.

“Where did you get the suit? Did Sam give it to you?” He asked, teasingly, brushing away some nonexistent dust from the jacket.

“No! Uh…” Dream looked nervous all of a sudden. For what reason? Was there something wrong with the suit? “Actually S-Quackity gave it to me.”

“Quackity?” So sweet! He knew his fiancee had a bit of a history with Dream and he was glad to see the two of them get along. Even if the road to them being friends was probably still long.

“Sapnap!” It was Bad, shouting for him from the entrance of the hall. “We are starting!”

“Coming!” He shouted back, before turning to Dream again. “Do you know where to go?”

Dream nodded, smiling slightly. Sapnap turned around, satisfied. If Dream knew where to go, the only thing he had to focus on now was… getting married. Getting married to the two people he loved more than he ever thought was possible. The two people who he had his fair share of trouble with, but ultimately people who didn’t abbadon him. Who believed in him. Who trusted him as much as he trusted them.

He started walking towards the hall, before another shout interrupted him. “Sap wait!” It was Dream, who tried running up to him, but tripped. He fell down with a yelp. “Ow.”

“Dream!” Sapnap offered him a hand, trying to help him out. Dream’s jacket got a bit dirty because of Las Nevada’s sandy terrain and Sapnap moved to help him clean up. He noticed that the tie was a bit crooked and tried to fix it as well, but Dream suddenly slapped his hands away, backing up. “No! I will do it!” Dream was scared. Sapnap looked at him confused. What was wrong with him? He just wanted to help!

“Dude! Just let me help you.” He tried to reach Dream again, who took a couple more steps back again. What was he so afraid of?

“Dream.” The calm but firm voice of Sam stopped them both. The Warden was walking up to them quickly, looking as stoic as always. “Sapnap. They are waiting for you inside. I will take care of Dream.” No matter how neutral he tried to appear, the tone of his voice betrayed some hidden emotions. Was he mad? Nervous? Sapnap wasn’t sure, but knew his old friend was right - he had to go. He just nodded at the creeper hybrid and headed to the hall. He had a wedding to attend. Sam could take care of Dream. It was his job after all.

The wedding was beautiful. He was sure none of the guests managed to stop themselves from tearing up during the vows, just like him and his husbands. His husbands. Finally! Not fiancés. Not boyfriends. Husbands. It felt good to think. Even better to say.

He would forever remember the full of love looks of both Karl and Quackity during the ceremony. He would remember the flowers growing everywhere and the promises they made to each other.

‘I promise to always love you. I promise to never forget you. I promise to always protect you.’

Simple words, yet caring so much more than they seemed to. They told the story of three broken souls, who found their purpose with each other. The story of three simple guys, who managed to be extraordinary together. Who proved many times that their love, their devotion to each other is stronger than whatever the world wanted to throw at them.

Sapnap was happy. He was finally happy! There was nothing that could ruin his day!

But then he saw Dream and Sam at the end of the hall. Dream looked bad. His stance betrayed exhaustion. Was the ceremony really that long? Did the prison destroy his endurance enough to make him so tired after just a bit of standing around?

He sent a quick “Be right back!” to his fian- husbands and left, getting a kiss and a bright “Okay!” from Karl.

He approached the two, trying to determine if Dream was hiding something from him. It was possible. He knew the older hid some scars, that Sapnap still didn’t know the origins of, under his prisoner uniform. Dream tried his best to hide them, judging by the constant tugging down of his shirt, but it wasn’t enough to cover them the whole time.

“Hey! How are you guys?” Sapnap asked with a wide grin. Dream smiled back, but the smile was shy, so unlike his brother that it hurt. Something was wrong. He just needed to find out what.

“We are fine. Congrats on the marriage Sapnap.” Sam’s voice was warmer than usual, carrying some sort of fondness in it. Maybe his friend wasn’t completely lost to his Warden persona yet…

“Thank you! You guys leaving?” He asked, seeing how Sam moved to grab Dream on the arm and lead him away from the celebrating mass.

“Yes. That was the deal, wasn’t it? Dream could attend the ceremony, but he has to go back to prison now.” Of course Sapnap was aware of the deal. He was the one to make it after all. But he couldn’t help but feel disappointed. A part of him hoped the happy mood would convince the Warden to let Dream stay.

“Yeah, but... “ Was there a point in trying? Maybe he should just let it go. He needed to be on Sam’s good side. He wanted to ask the server members to consider letting Dream out for a probation period. Or maybe just for a day or two, so he could see the world again. But he also wanted his brother here. Right now. It was his big day! How could he just let him go now?

“But?” He could feel Sam raising his brow, even if the ever-present mask prevented him from seeing his actual face. Sapnap shifted from foot to foot in a nervous manner. It was now or never. He had to try.

“Could he… could he stay for a bit longer? Please Sam! It’s my big day!” He wasn’t above begging. He would do anything if it meant Dream would stay by his side, even for just a few minutes longer. He missed his brother. He wanted to dance with him, laugh with him. Spend time with him outside the stupid prison cell. He wanted to see Dream live again, not just survive or exist.

“Sapnap…” There it was! The hesitation Sapnap was counting on! He could work with that! He now just needed Dream to-

“I want to go back.” What. Sapnap visibly deflated at the quiet voice coming from Dream. He couldn’t read his face, but the eyes betrayed fear and stress. What was he afraid of? They were all friends here. It was fine. Even Sam looked surprised at the prisoner’s words.

“Dream? Are you sure?” Sam asked, taken-back.

“Yes.” He finally looked Sapnap in the eyes, moving his gaze from the spot over his shoulder he was staring at earlier. “I’m sorry. I’m just very tired. I’m happy for you! I really am! I hope you enjoy your life.” He smiled again. If he wasn’t Sapnap, he probably wouldn’t have noticed the hidden sadness in the smile. It looked almost normal. Almost.

But Sapnap couldn’t do anything. What was he supposed to do? Start arguing with the man? Hold him hostage at the party? No. That wouldn’t work. Not with Dream. If he wanted something, he would always get it. No matter what. No matter who he hurt in the process. Just like always…

“Fine.” He spat out. He wanted to go? Fine! Sapnap wouldn’t keep him here! How foolish of him to think Dream would want to stay! He was a lone wolf after all. Always have and always will.

Turning around, he missed the hurt look crossing Dream’s face. He missed the trembling of his hands and the way Sam’s hand tightened around his upper arm, beginning to lead him back to Pandora. He missed the tiniest bit of a collar peeking out from under the dress shirt and the raw skin around it.

What he didn’t miss was one of his new husbands standing just a few steps away with a grin on his face and a cocktail, which he offered Sapnap.

“Dream is already going back? I’m sorry, babe, I know you wanted him to stay.”

“It’s fine. He wanted it after all.”

“Did he?”

“Yeah.” Sapnap gave his husband a quick kiss and offered his arm, grinning back happily. “Let’s get back to the rest of them, Quackity.”

“My pleasure.”

[kiuda]

Hello @nameswastaken!! :D

Here is your dreblr secret santa fic! I went with the prison arc, a bit inspired by the guard dog au. It features c!Awesamdude and c!Badboyhalo and ofc c!Dream.

It’s a bit dark, so heed the warnings, but I hope you like it! <3

Happy holidays :D

warnings: blood, torture aftermath, ownership (? c!Dream wears a collar), manipulation, prison arc stuff

“You need to let me do this! You were the one to ask me to help him!” Bad turned towards the Warden, waving his hands around in anger. “How am I supposed to help if he is chained down?!”

The Warden (Sam. Sammy. His friend, someone he could trust.) didn’t reply. Just turned towards the unconscious prisoner, crossing his arms. It was clear he wouldn’t budge. Not for something like that. But Bad had to try.

“Please…” He tried reaching out again. “He won’t survive otherwise. At least let me get the collar off of him.” The thing was probably the most worrying ‘security measure’ as Sam would call them. The chains looked heavy and uncomfortable, but could be explained as a means to keep Dream in place during the procedure and to keep both him and them safe. But the collar?

It was an iron band, with no visible stitching or any closing mechanism. If Bad didn’t know any better, he would assume Sam somehow welded it closed on Dream’s throat. (But he wouldn’t do that. right?) The skin surrounding it looked raw, it was bleeding a bit and it’s texture in some places could be compared to an unfinished porkchop. Almost as if it was burned several times.

Bad was glad Dream wasn’t awake. He wasn’t sure he would be strong enough to look him in the eyes again. Wasn’t sure if he would be able to leave after helping him.

Yes. It was better for Dream to remain asleep. Even if Bad couldn’t be sure he fell asleep by himself. Even if he saw Sam throwing an empty potion bottle into the lava while they were crossing to the cell. Even if he knew the effects of a sleeping potion if he saw them.

It didn’t matter anyway. What could he do? Confront Sam? And then what? He couldn’t help Dream in any other way. Not unless he wanted to get him out of the prison. Which wasn't an option to begin with. Dream had to learn to behave. He had to stay in timeout. Just like when he was younger.

He remembered when it was all easier. Back when Pandas- Sapnap first found his new friend and kept telling Bad about him during dinner. When Dream had no mask. When he was still just another excited kid, dreaming of a life of adventure and greatness. When any mistake could be solved quickly and easily.

But this Dream was different. He grew up. (When did he grow up? How did I not notice?) He wasn’t his little Dream any more. He was a warrior. A survivor. A tyrant. A monster.

“No.” The cold voice of Sam made Bad refocus on the present. Right. He had a job to do.

“I can’t heal his wounds if I don’t have access to them, Sam.” He replied. He needed to make the Warden see reason. If Bad couldn’t at least wrap the neck, Dream would suffer more.

“There is no reason for you to touch the neck. The collar stays on.”

“No reason for me to- Sam! Do you see the state he is in?! Do you realise how painful it must be?!” How could he act so detached? So seemingly uninterested? The Sam Bad knew would never let someone be in so much pain for no reason.

“The prisoner was resisting. He needs to be trained. So the collar. Stays. On.” The words were spoken firmly, giving no chance to object, with the last few being accompanied by the ever-present trident being slammed on to the ground harshly.

“Trained? He is not a dog Sam! Sure, he did some bad things and he needs to be locked up but-”

“He killed Tommy. He tried to make Sapnap let him out and he did something to Ranboo while still in prison. He is dangerous, Bad.” Sam’s voice broke a bit at the end of his explanation and he faltered in place. “I… I can’t let him hurt anyone else, Bad. I can’t…” The soft whisper was more familiar to Bad and he felt his heart break again. Of course Sam was right. He was the only one who knew what Dream was like in the prison. If he felt like it was necessary then it probably was.

And yet a part of Bad still wondered. What was the ‘training’? Why was the collar a needed part of it?

“Please just… heal his back and go back to your life. I will take care of the prisoner.” The harsh persona of the Warden was back.

Bad turned towards the sleeping man again. He removed his freshly looking shirt and gasped. Dream’s back was way worse than the neck.

It was covered in gashes, bruises and wounds. Some looked older, scared over thanks to a healing potion, while others still pulsated angrily and leaked blood. It was frankly a miracle his shirt was so clean.

Bad tried touching one of the wounds. It was long, reaching from his left shoulder to the right hip and looked infected. It was probably the reason Sam had to ask Bad for help. It must have also been what made Dream so sick.

“How… how did that happen?” Bad wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to that question, but he had to know. He had to know how deep the wound could be and how clean the edges were to treat it properly. He would just have to pray it wasn’t as bad as he feared.

“Whip.” It was worse. He expected a sword or a trident. Slashing wounds always bled a lot, but their clean edges meant they were easier to keep clean. A whip wound was way worse. Uneven, easy to infect and hard to stitch. Especially in an obsidian cell, where the injured person had no way to lie down for a longer period.

“Sam…” He wanted to ask if it was really necessary. If Dream really deserved all the pain and suffering he got in this cell. How Sam could sleep at night, knowing one of his former friends was hurt. Instead he asked something else. “Would it be possible to give him a bed? Or even just a mattress? He needs to be laying down on his stomach for as long as his back doesn’t heal, otherwise-”

“No.” The Warden interrupted him again, just like when he tried asking about the collar. “He stays as he is.”

“Sam, if he doesn’t stay still, his wounds will reopen as soon as he wakes up! Anything I do will be ruined!”

“Then you will do it again. If there is any need for that.” How could Sam appear so uncaring? So cold about the suffering of another? It shouldn’t matter how bad Dream was, no one deserved this kind of treatment!

“Listen here mister! He is my patient! I know what is best for him!” Sam slammed his trident down again and said lowly in an angry tone.

“But he is my prisoner. And I know what is best for him much more than you do.” Their eyes met and Bad found himself being stared down by the red glasses of Sam’s gas mask. He has never been afraid of his friend before now. It seemed everyone changed over the last year.

“Clean him up. You have 10 minutes.” Before Bad could protest that it was far too little time, that he had no supplies beyond the basic first aid kit that was handed to him, that he really should be allowed to take a look at Dream’s neck, Sam turned towards the lava wall, cutting all talk short.

Bad looked at the sleeping prisoner again. “I’m so sorry Dream…” He whispered, before starting the clean up.

[kiuda]

Kiuda my beloved… what if… c!dream accidentally tears the cape c!techno gave to him… maybe while playing a little too rough with the dogs or steve

PEPPSTA WE HAD SUCH A GOOD RUN WITH ACTUAL FLUFF >:(

/lh

Anyway :D

warnings: prison arc (c!Dream calls c!Quackity 'Sir' also shears are mentioned), panic attack

/rp /dsmp

A tearing noise. At first Dream isn't concerned. He is having fun, running around with the dogs and playing in the snow. Maybe one of the dogs caught his pants or a glove. It happens during a play fight after all.

But then he stands up and he sees the damage. His cape has a big hole, right in the middle. He can see the forest through it. He stops suddenly, letting go of the cape. Begins to shake with sobs and panic.

He broke it. He always does that. Why can't he do anything right?! Why is he so bad?! Why can't he just be good for once?! Why?! WHY?! WHY?!

He is spiralling again, falling to his knees in the cold, cold snow, hot, hot obsidian. Qua- Sir in front of him, holding the shears. He didn't great him properly. He forgot. He is bad. He can't do anything right again. Sir is mad. He is screaming, screaming, SCREAMING-

Warm arms around him. They don't hurt.

He opens his eyes slowly. There is no lava, no obsidian. Just snow. Snow and dogs, whining quietly around him, trying to get to him. He is held by someone. Red cape. Muscular arms. Pink hair everywhere. Techno.

He feels tears in his eyes again. He knows. He knows that he broke the cape. He is going to be mad, madmadmadMAD-

"Hey nerd." Techno is calm. Not mad? "Calm down."

"I broke it..." he whispers, trying to get rid of the tears. They are cold. Cold like the snow.

"The cape?" he nods, turning his gaze away. He doesn't want to see Techno's disappointment.

"Bruh. We can fix it." Dream's eyes snap back to his friend. "Fix it?"

"Yeah. It's just a small hole. We can fix it. Okay?"

"Okay."

(Maybe he can be fixed too.)