One shots (mostly platonic tbh)

Dreamon :)

It happened so fast. One moment he was curled up in the back of his mind, watching him still trying to threaten Tommy, as the SMP members slowly cornered him, the next he was shoved back into control.

Dreams eyes widened and he stumbled back, not quite comprehending what had happened. His back hit a wall. The light touch of the brick wall made something on his back flare up and Dream instinctively bit down, refusing to let anyone know he was in pain. As the initial shock settled, oh the pain. Dream hadn't felt anything in months. The last time he'd been in control was the moment he found out Tommy burned George's house, after that he had forcefully taken over. His battle with Tommy and Tubbo had left Dreams body severely injured. Not enough to be fatal, but easily enough to have Dream wanting to crawl right back into his mind.

Then, to his horror, Dream felt the gapple effects starting to fade. Specifically the regeneration. Dream bit back a scream as previously masked pain came crashing down.

"Um, Tommy? Shouldn't Dream be full health right now?" Sapnap questioned, drawing Dreams' attention. He locked eyes with his childhood best friend. None of the usual fondness or happiness was there...just...disappointment.

"What the fu-, Dream why the fuck are you bleeding, you should be maxed health?" Tommy demanded.

Dream knew why. He wasn't like the others. He never died, not really. The Dreamon forbid that. He just ended up in a limbo-like state for a few moments until he regenned. But he wasn't going to tell Tommy about that. Not that he could've answered anyway, because he suddenly doubled over, coughing hard.

'Please! Just let me back' Dream begged him but he stayed silent.

He finally gasped for air and leaned back against the wall, ignoring the increased pain. He tasted something on his lips and quickly wiped it off with his sleeve, only to freeze when the sleeve became stained with red.

"Uh, guys, I'm pretty sure that's not supposed to happen" Ranboo, ever the voice of reason, quipped.

Tommy weighed the Axe of Peace in his hand.
"It doesn't matter. We're just gonna kill him anyway"

Dream was confused. He knew he had done some bad things, but he was smart. Even without a body, Dream still needed sleep, and he was very careful to make sure Dream was asleep before doing anything way out of line.
'Why do they want me dead? What did you do?' Dream shouted at him, but yet again, there was no reply.

Tommy raised the axe.

"No no no no no, wait!" Dream begged, hating how pathetic he sounded.

"What do you want, bitch?" Tommy sneered.

Dream knew what he had to say, what he had to reveal. But he didn't want to.

Tommy raised the axe again, obviously not caring for whatever Dream had to say.

"I can bring Wilbur back!"

The axe clattered to the ground.

"W-what?"

"I can bring Wilbur back from the dead" Dream repeated, a bit more confidently.

"Why should I believe you? You have every reason to lie" Tommy reasonably questioned.

"Schlatt gave me a book, remember? That was the reason I had to side with him. He gave me the knowledge to bring people back" Dream blurted out, desperate to convince the child to let him live. Not that he would die anyway, but they couldn't find out.

"You're lying" Tommy growled.

"Do you want your brother back or not?" Dream countered, shutting Tommy up.

The crowd surrounding them stared as Tommy picked up the axe and put it into his inventory, the weapon seemingly disappearing into thin air.

"I don't want to leave you alive, Dream," Tommy said.

"But you have to. Neither can kill the other. We're stuck running circles around each other" Dream stated, summarizing their relationship ever since the beginning.

"I could end it right now. I should. After everything you did to me, to all of us. Things they don't even know about" Tommy motioned towards the rest.

Dream stayed silent. What could he say when he was amongst the people who didn't know?

"You know what, " Tommy started, "why don't you tell them what you did. Go on Dream, tell them how you manipulated us all"

Tommy's tone was mocking. He was in control. Dream had never felt more helpless.

Dream stayed silent and avoided Tommy's gaze, choosing instead to make eye contact with Sapnap again, but Sapnap ignored him, turning to whisper something to Quackity instead.

"Guess you're too ashamed to talk" Tommy scuffed.
"I'll just tell them myself then"

Dream was terrified. Not particularly of Tommy, but of what Tommy would say. Dream wasn't sure if he even wanted to know what he did to gather a mob this size against him.

"Why don't we start with the fact that you quite literally gaslighted me and made me think no one but you cared about me, you faked the death of peoples beloved pets to use them for control, abandoned everyone you maybe once cared about in some sick quest for power, and apparently you fucked with Ranboo too and made him think he betrayed us. Hell, you made him think he blew up the community house, when in reality, it was you, wasn't it? You blew up the oldest building on this server just to pin it on me. Honestly Dream, you don't even deserve death, that would be a mercy"

Whispers arose among the group.

"Nothing to say, you green fuck?" Tommy mocked.

Dream's eyes danced over the group, trying to find a friendly-or at least not murderous-face. Sapnap was turned away, his arm protectively flung around Karls and Quackity's shoulders.
Punz and Sam were standing right behind Tommy, not a hint of emotion apparent on their stern faces.
Dream locked eyes with Ranboo.

Dream had never actually talked to Ranboo, or, well, this side of Ranboo. The Ranboo Dream knew was quieter, taller and not as kind. And he only spoke ender, but that wasn't a problem for Dream, not since he met the dreamon.

This Ranboo seemed frozen. He was staring back at Dream in what looked to be confusion.

"Tommy." Sam drew everyone's attention, "what do you want to do with Dream?"

Tommy groaned in frustration
"I don't fucking know, Sam. He should be fucking dead but if he's telling the truth it's the only way to get my brother back"

"Alive", Sam hesitated, "doesn't mean free"

The realization dawned on Dream and Tommy, Dreams heart sinking.

"You want to put him in the prison?" Tommy questioned.

Sam nodded. "There he can't hurt anyone, and he'll stay there until we need him"

"Okay" Tommy sighed, "lock him up, Sam"