✓ WITH YOU. ( mcyt )

✓（ 𝟭𝟬 ）HISTORY, dsmp

( 10 ) HISTORY DREAM SMP ✓
VARIOUS DREAMSMP x THEY / THEM READER

( descriptions of war, mentions of blood, ghostly apparitions, suicide mentions, dream SMP spoilers, multiple mentions of burning )

THEY WERE ONLY HUMAN.

HISTORY IS A PACK OF LIES about events that never happened told by people who weren't there. The quote applied to many history books Y/N had read. Historians told stories of agreements and arguments and of things that had never even occurred with such vigour and had not even been there to witness these events themselves. It applied to nearly every historian, with a rather rare few of their retellings being factual-and, coincidentally, one of these historians who told these rather rare few retellings was Y/N.

You see, Y/N had been present during the creation of the L'Manburg. They had watched as Wilbur Soot had pulled up to the borders of Dream's land, parked his hotdog van on some random, grassy hill, and then had proceeded to recruit soldiers for his nonsensical war that had sprung up out of nowhere for nonsensical reasons. They had watched as he had weaved words and promises so intricately with those fingers of his that were not yet scarred from his cons and his lies; as he had warped the minds of impressionable children, telling them tales of a land with perfect ideals that never truly came to exist. They'd stood on the sidelines, quill between their fingers and hands stained black with ink as they scribbled down every single action on the old, weathered pages of a journal.

History was a delicate thing. One slight miscalculation and you might end up being exiled, just like young Tommy Innit. A single glance in the wrong direction and you would be accused of things you hadn't planned on ever doing, until, of course, you were told you would-just like Wilbur Soot, a once noble man gone mad. One sentence, one phrase, a single word out of line, and you would find that your role as the puppeteer challenged-just like Dream.

History was a delicate thing. It required quick fingers, a sharp mind, and a skill of being able to read others as if they were all open books and you were the librarian. It required a neutral stance on a lot of things-a mind open to all possibilities and choices.

Which was why Y/N had taken on the daunting task of documenting it.

Spending every night under twinkling lights that shone across the twilight sky with their nose in a book and their fingertips slowly staining black with ink, it was no wonder how they'd acquired the dark circles that seemed to lay permanently under their eyes a few days after starting on the job. It took no high IQ to figure out why their eyes seemed to read every action you made, to dissect each sound that left your lips. No one asked why they had never taken any sides in any wars-though people had tried to convince them to change alliances with bribes and extravagant offers. It was simply because history needed no sides. After all, what good is an account of historical happenings if they're all biased opinions?