The Sound of Silence

Hello

"Who's Dream?"

It was a silent raspy whisper but to the group, it sounded as loud as a gunshot. They couldn't help but cringe at how Dream sounded, his voice clearly unused. Or maybe it was the guilt burning in their chest.

"Dream..." Bad mumbles in tears as he moves in the cell.

Slowly George and Sapnap followed in while Techno, Fundy, Quakity, and Eret hesitantly stayed outside. How were they going to explain this to the rest of the server who were waiting for them to come back with answers?

Now with more light in the room Dream's appearance was more clear. His eyes were dull emeralds with dark lines like tears falling down his pale gray face. His frame looked fragile and weak with underweight and his clothes a little too big on him.

It was strange seeing him without a mask but with a closer inspection of his cell, they could see the shattered porcelain mask on the floor.

Dream watched them with guarded unsureness. It was nothing like Ghostbur who had greeted everyone with energetic happiness even without memories nor was it like Glatt who seemed to be the same as he was alive.

It didn't know what to do. It? He? Was he Dream? He was right? There were people in his room. His room? It was his room? He wasn't supposed to leave the room. And nobody was supposed to be in his room. But there were people in his room.

And they were all kinda staring... At him.

He wants to hide

He wants to go to them.

But he's not supposed to. Why isn't he supposed to?

Because he was bad. Was he bad? Why was he bad? The hooded figure was coming closer. It was crying. Why was he crying? Was it his fault? Maybe?

Dream felt his skin prickle. He needed to give the figure something. He really wanted to. What was it? He didn't have anything. He sees his clothes. Hoodie. Green. Maybe the Glowy eyed man would like some green? Dream has never seen green before. Hid room was always dark.

Dream likes green though. It makes him happy. Maybe it makes the glowy eyed man happy too? He didn't have any green though...

A shout makes him jump.

"What the fuck?! How the hell did this happen? " Quakity yelled finally getting his voice back. Dream was dead. And the sad but innocent eyes were killing the teen. Dream wasn't supposed to look like that. He wasn't-

"I-I don't know. I thought you said the prison was ready? I- it doesn't look ready... It looks... Really bare? Has he been here like this all this time? Alone!" Fundy cries out turning to Quakity.

"Sam said that he was done building when he left! I thought it was ready! Didn't he say prisoners would be allowed to roam the prison?"

"YEAH! WITH GUARDS!" Eret cries out.

"I thought when you said we'll be locking him that it would be fair... This is wrong. We treat animals better than this, " Techno mumbles. He agreed to lock the admin up. Not... This.

"I DIDN'T KNOW!"

"IT DOESN'T MATTER! HE'S DEAD! AND IT'S OUR FAULT!"

"GUYS STOP YOU'RE SCARING HIM!" Bad shouts making every head snap towards them.

True to it Dream seemed to be scared. He had levitated to the farther corner and curled up into a ball. Dark tears falling down his cheeks while Bad was trying to comfort him.

Dream didn't know what was happening. Loud noises hurt. They were angry. Shouting. He didn't like shouting or anger. It made his chest tighten painfully. And his head hurt.

He didn't want to be here anymore. And suddenly he wasn't.

Instead of his dark small room, he was in a scary open space. It was so bright. And so...green.

He wanted to go and touch and explore but he couldn't? Nonono he wasn't supposed to leave his room. He wasn't he wasn't he wasn't-

"Dream? "

Dreams head snapped up at the new voice. It was a man with horns and a blue sweater. He looked pale and startled at Dreams appearance.

The was a moment of silence the goat hybrid looking thoughtful before he sighs.

"Shit- kid your like me now too huh?" he murmurs before crouching in front of the younger man.

The kid just tilted his head in question. Not much of a talker. Huh. That's new.

"Like... You?" Dream suddenly whispers and Schlatt can't help but pause at the weakness of his voice.

"uh yeah. Ghost and stuff"

"Ghost and stuff" Dream repeats while a plucks a flower out of the ground.

"Green" he mumbles.

"You too huh? Eh, I guess that's the stuff part of the ghost" Schlatt shrugs and gets up and dusts himself from the non-existent dust.

"I should probably get you tho Ghostbur he'll know what to do with you," Schlatt says and offers his hand to Dream.

The now-dead admin just stares at it for a moment before taking it. The contact felt nice and warm on his cold skin. He decides he likes it as much as he likes green.

He doesn't let go of the horned man's hands. This doesn't seem to bother the other that much anyway as he leads Dream put of the open green space.

"I'm Schlatt by the way. Or Glatt I guess"

"Glatt"

"Sure kid"

Maybe he likes Glatt too.

End notes:

Woop part 2! Hope it's good. A bit short though.
I'm absolutely blown back by all the love that the first chapter got! Thank you so much! I really appreciate all the feedback!

I made a joke animation with a dash of ghostbur if you want to check it out: https://youtu.be/jtRf1xW72VQ

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