Dead? Dream au

The end?

Dream was stuck in prison, he was currently fiddling with his mask he had taken off and put in his hands. He didn't like this at all, he was just sick of everything. He didn't even want revenge from them for putting him in prison, he just wanted to escape. He had forgotten what fresh air smelled like, and he had an incredible distaste for potatoes. He hated it all, everyone hated him, he was sure of it. No one would miss him if he disappeared and stopped existing....
He was done. He was going to leave. One way or another.

Dream put his mask back on and grabbed one of his books before pausing. Who would he even write to? Would anyone even care? He's seen that many people like to draw out there last words, or put this big over-arching apology to those they've done wrong, but Dream couldn't care less. In the end he wrote a single word, placing the book in the middle of the room, before standing in front of the lava pit. He usually appeared back in the cell before he completely died, but this time was different, he wasn't looking for a way out. Only hesitating to look back at his cell, he put his whole body on the lava, just staying there, feeling his death coming each passing second, the pain scorching through him, until it wasn't...

Suddenly, he saw a light, two lights, one where he could see everyone who had died, and the other was the revive book. Dream was getting pulled by the book, eventually he was floating in front of it. Suddenly the book opened up, and Dream realized he could be revived. This page let him be revived to the place where he died, but he wasn't going back to jail. He floated his hand above the book, pretending to turn the page, and as he did, the page in the book turned too. Dream read the book, but he didnt want to be in any of these places, but he also didn't know where he wanted to be. Until it hit him, the only ones to still love him, were his blobs. They could be described as his pets, or his creations, maybe even his children. Every few years he felt too big, and so he took his power, and this feeling, basically taking a piece of himself off. From there a blob would just spawn in front of him. They were wonderful creatures, they didn't speak English, speaking in a language only Dream understood, they were also very small and not usually very strong. They all inhabit a forest where Dream's house was, although he hadn't been there in over five years. He would usually go there when he had made a new blob, or felt as if he was going to. It was always instantaneous, but there was always a feeling before hand. Dream had also given each of them names, some more creative then others, but somehow Dream remembered them all. As Dream thought of his forest with such fondness, the book turned multiple pages, stopping on one. As Dream read it, he smiled, this would put his right outside his forest. Dream smile widen. He grabbed the book with both hands before everything went black.