Writing Randomness (Headcanons, AUs, One-shots, etc)

{This Is Why I Don't Socialize} - Dream joins Hermitcraft

Leaving the prison had been a tough task, but he had done it.

Even if he couldn't grab his mask on the way out.

He knew that stopping would allow Sam to catch him, so even with his injuries—inflicted by Sam and himself—Dream hadn't stopped running.

He needed to get away from that damned prison.

That prison, filled with nightmares and endless hours of silent torture.

Yes, he needed to leave.

He needed to leave the SMP.

He knew where to go.

There were rumours of an ancient world unaccessible to mortals or those deemed unworthy.

Good thing he definitely wasn't the first one.

The second one? Eh, that was debatable.

He knew he had screwed up. He just... It was natural. It was that blasted curse. It always was.

And he was punished for it.

Every single f*cking time.

The prison, the lack of social interaction. The void that once was filled by feeding off of chaos was now painfully empty.

He needed to fix that.

Good this is mystical world was said to be filled with... interesting people.

Praying to Notch that he still knew how to access his powers—he did, but it took a bit of digging—he tried to remember the magic that once coursed through his powerful veins.

He needed to leave this world.

He didn't care if he was a wanted man across the universe. Hell, he didn't care if the curse would chase him til he died. Just a change of scenery, being able to just talk to someone besides the ones he had grown up with, would help.

He drew his magic into his palm, placing it out in front of him, feet still pumping, pushing further and further away from what used to be his home.

The SMP. His kingdom.

"The one they took away from me."

"From us."

"It was never yours." Dream concentrated dually now, block out the demon in his head and pouring out his magic, helping him run faster and faster.

He needed to go faster.

He needed the speed to crossover.

His magic screamed at him, the blood roaring in his ears. Go, go, go, it chanted. Let it free.

He could feel the world fade, the edges of reality blur, his vision darkening as he reached the target speed.

There was a flash of bright green light... then darkness.

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Darkness... then light.

It filtered in through his eyelids, his brain making out the faint shadows of something in his vision.

Then, the deafening silence faded slowly. There were moos. Soft, unhurried noises of peaceful animals.

Next, smells. Chocolate...?

No, mycelium. Ah yes, he could feel the squish of the soft fungus under his back as he shifted his sore shoulder blades.

Back to the sounds. He kept his eyes closed, making out as much as he could. There were distant sounds he couldn't really make out, but he could hear waves.