My Purpose: A Dream...or a Nightmare

Chapter 7: Nightmare & Assassin

"So who's Technoblade?"

It had been two months since the tournament, and thankfully, the King hadn't done anything with the information that Dream was a Dreamon. King Calvin had kept it a secret, but Dream wasn't sure what The King intended to do with it.

"Hmm?" Bad asked, roused from his thoughts.

The four friends Dream, Bad, Sapnap, and George were sitting on the grass in the back lawn of the royal park. They were all munching away on muffins Bad had baked.

"Technoblade," Dream repeated, "the person who everyone seems to be afraid of?"

"Oh, Technoblade?" Bad sat up straighter, wiping muffin crumbs away, "I don't know much about him. Other than he's basically undefeatable in pvp and his uncanny ability to seemingly never die."

Dream spat out his muffin. "What!?"

"Yeah," Bad shivered, "I kind of met him once. If you count seeing him from across an arena when I used to compete in the old Mincraft Monday championships. He's...interesting. I've never heard him talk before, and he always wears this pig mask." Bad grinned, "Sort of like you, Dream."

"Ha, yeah."

"He's the son of King Philza, if you should know. Prince Technoblade," Bad told him out, "Heir to the throne. But there's this rumor that he doesn't want it." Bad reached for another muffin, "Guess Tommyinnit can take his glory as the new king now," Bad joked. "But he's basically a legend. A god, if you must in the other kingdoms. I'm surprised you haven't heard of him."

Dream was silent, lost in thought. Then he blinked, and pulled out his knife, fiddling with it.

"Welp, if I consume anymore muffins, I think I'm gonna puke," Sapnap declared, standing up while brushing muffin crumbs away.

"Hey!" Bad cried, swatting him.

George groaned, laying down on the picnic mat while Bad chased Sapnap around.

"You okay, Dream?" George asked, a small crease folding his brow.

"I'm fine," Dream lied. All he could think about these days was the fact that King Calvin knew what he was.

Dream hadn't told his friends what he was, but he guessed that was for the better as they would probably abandon him if he told them. Well, maybe not, he thought, looking fondly at his friends. But still, better not to risk it.

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Oh no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no -

Dream was having another episode. The "hallucination" was crowding his eyes, obscuring his view. He gripped his head, whimpering a little.

It had been a few days since the picnic with his friends. He had decided to go to bed early today, but the moment he closed his eyes, everything turned to the suffocating black of his "hallucinations".

Thankfully, this time he was most likely dreaming, meaning he wouldn't interact with real time things. But it didn't make the experience any better.

"Aaaarrgh," Dream moaned, pressing his eyes shut. "Wake up, wake up!"

Dream felt a weird cold cover him. A chilly wind swept by him, causing him to jolt in surprise.

Then -

"Dreeeeeeaaaammm," a quiet voice whispered.

Dream gasped, his eyes still closed. "Who's there?" he cried.