Pogshots!

Colors

Not me writing something somewhat short since the other thing I'm working on is now at 1.7k words and I'm nowhere near done, nope nope nope.

The whole chapter might be a trigger warning, as it has been since I started the warning at the bottom of the text.

Song of the chapter: The entirety of Ramboo's Spotify streaming playlist. Nuff' said.

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"Do you remember me?" 

Such a simple question, something that most would reply with a "Yes, of course, I do" or a  "No, I don't, sorry". Most would be able to smile right back at the question, being able to either brush it off or in hopes to jog the other's memory of them. They go back and forth, not at all stressed with the fact that maybe, just maybe, they were forgotten. 

This question, however, is something that Ramboo hates. Absolutely despises of, to the very core of his being.  

Many people would come up, claiming that they used to be great friends, that they used to run in the hill at dawn and catch the lights in the night. He doesn't remember this, nor does he truly want to.

He has his green, his dream, and that's all that matters to him. 

His green doesn't exactly like it whenever others see him, he says he's scared that they'll take him away from him again. Ramboo agrees every time, seeing as how he only remembers his green and isn't trying to jog any more memories knowing that he forgot them for some reason.

His green would tell him stories, stories of a man in yellow who tried to create a land, one which green did not exactly allow. He told stories on how the yellow used to be nice, used to be a loving brother to others, and yet just spiraled into madness. Not even the yellows green had saved him. 

His green then told him stories of a man in black, one alcoholic president of the land that the yellow made. He told the amnesiac how much of a tyrant he was, how unhealthy anything that he touched was. His green even told him that the man in black was married of all things, and yet still abused his spouse. 

His green also told stories of another green, the father of the yellow. He told him how neglectful that green was, how he'd only stay with his other son, one Ramboo would call pink, and leave his other two kids, yellow and red, alone. He'd tell stories of how the man was legendary, one of if not the eldest person in all the lands and still being able to hold his own against armies. 

The stories about the pink were rather funny to Ramboo, a pigman hybrid that's an anarchist? That's absurd. But, he trusts his green not to lie to him, like who would lie to the person they'd bring into their home?

His favorite would be the stories with a red, a boy so young and yet so brave. A boy who green has been trying to get into his arms for a long time now, but boy was that kid stubborn. His green would tell stories on how he started and finished wars, how he was exiled twice. How nice he was to his friends normally, how much he just wanted someone to be there for him. 

Ramboo wanted the red here, he wanted to see how much the red has grown, exactly why his green wanted the boy so badly. 

And like any person who gained a dependency on someone, would beg to his green to bring the red. He'd get on his hands and knees, yelling, screaming, and beg for the green to bring red. Every time the green would only glance down before leaving the lost boy on the ground.

Until he stopped. 

Ramboo was extremely dependent of Dream, to the point where he doesn't even bathe himself half the time. Dream sheltered him, he knew exactly what he was doing. Make the child dependent of him, then leave only to come back with what he wanted. Making both of them love him, dependent of him, to the point where they wouldn't even breathe unless he told them to. 

He wanted children that would listen to his every command, willing to DIE for him. 

And so, he left the tall lanky kid on his own for a few weeks. He knew that the boy wouldn't come out of his room, not since he told him not to come out unless he wants to never see the light of day again. 

It only took the green man a few hours to find Tommy, turns out the ghost was rather taken with just floating around Wilburs grave that he had made when he was alive and just stayed there. He managed to convince the ghost rather easily that he could help regain his memories, and that he has another child around his age at his home. 

He happily floated along, singing his stupid little song about bees that "Someone who calls me their best friend taught it to me! I don't think of them as a best friends, but I don't let them know that. I don't like it when they get sad, do you know why?"

The two children met, and completely hit it off, and Dream was ecstatic. His weapons need not fight each other, not when Dream didn't want them to. 

He needed them strong, needed them to be fighters that could even beat the Blood God himself. 

After all, what kind of leader would he be if he couldn't train two children to fight his wars for him?

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Dream had won. Won the wars, won the battle, won everything.

Anyone who opposed him was promptly publically killed, by none other than Tommy. Tommy was and still is, loud and hard-headed, but if Dream said anything to him, he'd shut off completely. 

Tommy was already pretty good at PVP before, able to hold his own for 3 minutes versus the blood god. Now? He has beaten the pig multiple times, without remorse, even killing him. 

Ramboo, became his right-hand man, his deadly assassin, his favorite. If anyone saw Dream, they'd fully expected to see the tall not-so lanky anymore half-enderman. He's sadistic, ruthless, and bloodthirsty. 

After all, his favorite color is red.


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Hehe don't kill me, I did want a ramboo centric chapter once. Might make a part two outta this, it might be fun. 

TW//:
Blood
Surprise Adoption (Kidnapping)
Manipulation of Children
DreamSMP!Dream 

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