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The Thing:

It was over for Dream. Powerless. Dream was detained, locked in a cell, alone. Hatred overwhelming the man. For days he sat staring into the unbreakable walls that surrounded him. Was this it? Had he lost?
The fight between good and evil, but who was really the evil one in this world?

Before the last fight between Dream and Tommy, Dream was never seen much. There were always questions on his whereabouts. This mysterious man that would only appear to dominate everyone as ruler of this earth of theirs. One step ahead. Dream would always say this. One step ahead.
After losing his friends, some of which he thought would stand by him through everything, Dream needed someone. Someone to be on his side, no matter what, even if Dream was in the wrong. Tired of the deceitful things everyone would do. In the end, who really is loyal? When it comes to life and death, most would choose to save themselves.

Dream worked for months. Creating something indestructible. Something that would be his eyes and ears when he couldn't. Something that would win this painful battle. He made several attempts, to be precise he had made four failing attempts. That left him with Five.
Five. By now all this thing was, was nothing but a metal frame, the skeleton of wires, bolts and screws all wiring up to two main places, the heart and brain. These places illuminated the dull work space with bright colours, they would change now and then, Dream programmed it. He wanted to have a visual representation of the emotions he'd coded into the machine. An indication that it was working. Flicking through the coded it semi activated the robot, it's eyes shot open, it wasn't able to move or talk yet because Dream hadn't added all the programming into the core of the computerised being yet. Red. glowing across the room, Dream had clicked anger. Gazing into the eyes of the lifeless creation, Dreams body grew cold, the eyes itself had enough power in them to even make his body get cold shivers. Pink. Filling the room once again. The beings eyes softened sending Dream in a state of safety. He smiled to himself. He could sense the caring side of the machine now, he didn't feel so alone. Well he knew that this thing was coded to never betray him. To follow his orders.

All that was left to do was add all the coding into the robots core. Then add the last finally part, the disguise. If everything went well Dreams project would look like everyone else. A human.