Oh, the Woes of Human Folly - Ghost Dream AU

The Unending March of Time

     When Dream woke you his back hurt again. He decided that was going to be a constant and that his back will never not be aching. He stood up and his back brushed the clock, in which bumped it off the wall. It bounced and started rolling. Dream's eyes widened and he leaped for his clock before it could roll into the lava. Now he laid on the floor in front of the lava with his clock in his grasp. With a sigh, he laid there for a bit. Finally standing up, he looked over the clock. Only a hardly noticeable, tiny dent in the side. It had shown that it was an hour or two before noon. He placed it back on the wall.

     What was he going to do? He started in disgust at the five books resting on the chest. He really didn't want to write those. Fifteen pages each book. He could fill it with bullshit but Tommy wouldn't like it and he wouldn't fall under Tommy's good graces. Wait, why did he care if he had Tommy's good graces? There's no reason to get the kid to like him now. Now he remembered, to get out of this hell hole. So Dream wrote. And wrote. And wrote. Then he stopped. The books were half bullshit and half semi-serious. I mean, seriously? How to Get Girls? How immature could Tommy get?

     Now, mind you. He wrote these with a break or two per book. During such breaks he would either eat another potato, stare at the clock, or mess around with some obsidian pebbles. It took him all of the day and until 3-ish the next day. He woke up around the same time the next day. He set the books in a neat pile next to the cauldron. If the covers got water damage he wouldn't care.

     He took a nap. It's all he seemed to do nowadays. Sleep, eat, sleep, eat, and sleep again. At least the writing gave him something to do. As he was thinking, trying to sleep, he realized he could just write in his journal. The journal sat forgotten under the cauldron. He set it there when Tommy was busy writing his prompts, so the journal didn't burn when he went for a swim.

     Snatching his journal, which should basically be treated as a diary, he flipped a few pages to a blank one. He wrote how dumb Tommy's books and Tommy himself were dumb, how the food sucked, and a doodle of the pebble family which he named. Their names were Richard, he was the biggest of the three pebbles, Sarah was the second largest, and Obi he was the smallest and smoother than the other two. What? He wasn't going crazy. Everyone names their rocks.

     Being in the mood, he doodled his room. Most of his sketches weren't very good. He spent a few hours trying to get everything just right and failing miserably. He groaned and looked at the clock. It was about 8-ish. He set his book and pencil aside and went to sleep. At least the lava kept the room warm.

     He repeated the process of drawing stuff til he got bored, writing, eating, and sleeping for the next few days. He got a different book for drawing, though. He was going to be here for a long time, plenty of time to practice. When got out everybody would want him to draw stuff for him.

     He sat drawing his hand. It was a pretty close to accurate scale of his hand so it looked pretty good even though it wasn't detailed. He hadn't figured out how to yet. The 'whir' could be heard again. Was it finally the 24th? He looked at the clock like it was actually going to tell him. He set his journal and sketchbook under the cauldron again and put his mask on. Sure enough it was Tommy in all his smug glory.

     The platform arrived. "Hello, Dream." Tommy grinned. "Got my novels done?" Dream nodded his head towards the books he moved to the opposite wall.

     "Ohoho, big man! You actually wrote them?" Tommy laughed and Dream rolled his eyes. Tommy picked up the first book and flipped through the pages. He laughed a little at the few tidbits he saw. "Why, thank you, Dream. I'll read these-snrk-novels when I get 'ome. How have you been, was writing these horrible. I hope it was."

     "Eh, I mean, it wasn't pleasant. I've been worse. How is everything up there?"

     "Oh you know, better without you. Everyone's happy now except the weirdos with the egg. It made Tubbo cry like a baby. No, like a big man 'cuz he's better than you! You're all in prison and shit."

     "That egg thing is still going? What's the egg doing, again?"

     "Blah blah blah trying to take over the server or something blah blah blah turing people evil and making most people who see it fall in love with it or something blah blah blah Bad's evil, shenanigans," Tommy spoke with disinterest.

     "Glad I'm down here so I don't have to witness that," Dream shrugged, scratching his chin.

     "You need to shave big man, I mean little man," Tommy noted that he had a little more stubble.

     "Seeing as you wouldn't trust me to hold anything that can cut skin, I don't think I'll be able to shave anytime soon. If I'm lucky I'll have a full beard when I get out." Dream chuckled to himself.

     "Phaaa! Sure, Dream, if you get out. Also, I think you'd look stupid with a beard."

     "Whatever you say, Tommy, whatever you say," Silence ensued. Last time Tommy was here he did all the talking, it was Dream's turn. "You know, Tommy, I'm glad I let you put me in here. It sounds like chaos out there."

     "Let me? I defeated you and you were cornered by everybody! What do you mean you let me?" Tommy was flabbergasted. (I love this word)

     "I could've gotten away, Tommy. You saw that I had pearls, right? There was nothing from stopping me from running. But no, I didn't run. I wanted to see what you would do. Admittedly, what you did do wasn't what I had expected but I still ended up where I wanted to go. Remember when I said it wasn't built for you? Well, it was built for me." Dream grinned, Tommy was shocked.

     "No, no you didn't let me win. I won because you were beat. You-you lost and we won. I know you tried to use your favor when everybody showed up like in the Avengers," Tommy felt like he was being manipulated.

     "I wish I was lying. But all of that is irrelevant now. Take your books and leave," Dream leaned against the cauldron. Tommy sighed and frowned at him.

     "Sam! I'd like to leave now." Sam acknowledged him and Tommy left in a different way since he had to take the books with him. This time he left the same way he came. Dream thought that he would talk a bit more but just ended up wanting Tommy to leave. Guess his villain monologue took all the talking out of him.

     Dream went back to his daily cycle as if it wasn't interrupted.

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I swear I'm just slow at advancing the plot and there is plot! I just take my time. Word count 1221 words. I honestly don't know whats going on with the egg so if im wrong I dont care. All I know is from titles of vids

Off-topic question but does anybody have a junk drawer in their house?

Thank you for your time :) - MoonShadow