The Sound of Silence

Chapter 1

Summary: The members of the Dream smp trick Dream into the prison. Time goes by and Dreams condition worsens.

By the time they realize their mistake, it might be too late.

Warnings on first chapter: starvation, breakdown, mention of self harm and major character death

Dream paced around his cell frustration leaking from his body. He can't believe he was tricked. He can't believe he let his guard down.

Things had been getting better. Or he thought so. Everyone seemed to be getting almost normal. There was peace. He was almost ready to let Tommy come back. No war no conflict. He thought things were getting better.

So when he went to visit Bad he never saw the hesitant nervousness. He didn't see the way his hands shaked when he handed him a muffin. He didn't realize how wrong things were until he was falling to the floor.

They threw him into his own prison. He woke there in the cold and in the dark. All alone with a note.

"Dream as members of this server we have all decided that you are too dangerous to be free. Because of your status as an admin, we cannot kill you so we have chosen the next best thing. As a punishment for your crimes and the safety of the server and its members, you have been sent to prison"

It was signed by all the members of the SMP.

Gods it hurt. It hurt so much. All he has done to try and keep them safe and this is what they did.

His anger didn't last long. It burned hot for a second but was quickly extinguished by resignation, hurt, and sadness.

In a way, it was a clever choice. If they tried to kill him it would damage the server. After all, he and the server were connected. So the next best thing would be to imprison him. A prison with no escape. Complete isolation.

He knew he couldn't escape so he didn't try. He paced the cell. He ate the food that was automatically sent and slept on the hard bed.

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2 weeks

He didn't know how long he had been there. There were no windows to keep track of time. Days blended together into a blur. The silence felt heavy and darkness became scary.

People weren't meant to be alone. He wasn't meant to be alone. He was a people person. He graved human touch, the attention. His bold and sure persona and his white porcelain mask hid the unsure unsure, approval seeking kid.

The silence was getting to him. He tried to sing. Fill the silence with his own voice. It didn't work. It never had.

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4 weeks

The problem with the prison was that it wasn't finished. It was secure but it wasn't ready.

It wasn't ready for long time use. It was meant to have activities for the prisoners. It was like a time outbox until they were ready to behave like civilized people.

It wasn't meant for this long. Not alone.

It was getting hard on Dream.

2 months

At one point he took his communicator out. It wouldn't reach anybody. The prison would block it but keep the message log.

So he started to send messages. Like a diary.

Log 1

I don't know what day it is. It's always dark here. I miss everyone.

Log 2