O you, I could have loved

They won't be there when I'm not doing good

A/N: I only started watching the DreamSMP from November 2020 so forgive me if I get some details wrong but I love the idea of DreamXD after George's first lore stream. Also from today's (4/23) Ranboo lore stream mentioning experiments. This is deffo self-indulgent and taking my liberties with the lore to fit my story.

Inspired by the cosplay of DreamXD by @heyhaycosplay, and specifically this tiktok: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeQF1aKw/. Please go follow them and support their awesome content!

------------

When his eyes were able to recover from the sudden brightness, Ranboo found himself looking up at the countenance of a terrifying monster. With the glow of the lava behind him, a tall figure floated over Quackity and him who had been thrown to the floor by the explosion. Above them was a caricature of Dream, his mask fused to his face, the skin fused onto the plastic like it had scarred over after decades of healing. Instead of the trademark smile, the mask looked like it had been slashed by a knife leaving an X and a D where the eyes were supposed to be. A white halo encircled his head framed by a silhouette of a pair of black wings and in the shadow of the lava, dozens of green eyes spanned across the skin of Dream's neck, slitted pupils trained on the two on the floor.

A green glow began to emanate from the creature and it was then that Ranboo saw the shadow of a figure flat on the ground. A mirror image of Dream without the otherworldly features the first one had. The enderman's eyes snapped back up to the floating man and flinched when he found himself being in the locked gaze of a glowing lime eye from behind the mask. A chill ran threw him and he glanced over to Quackity who was looking up at the creature with equally dumbfounded eyes.

"What the fuck is that?" Quackity said in a whisper, his voice shaking.

3 Hours Earlier

The wind was bitterly cold and biting at the exposed skin of Quackity's outfit as he trudged his way to Tubbo and Ranboo's temporary house from the Soul Sand tunnel. What kind of fucking idiots made a water tunnel into a place called Snowchester? It was like they were asking their guests to get fucking pneumonia or something. For anyone else, the trick might've successfully drive them off but Quackity had a mission today. He'd be damned if a damn cold would drive him off.

He knocked on the front door already feeling the warmth of the inside being near the entrance. He heard footsteps coming and he straightened up to do away with the pathetic image of himself huddled over trying to warm himself.

When Ranboo opened the door, he hadn't expected to see the ex-Vice President of L'Manburg hiding shivers with a maniacal grin spread over his face.

"Quackity, hello," Ranboo frowned, confused as to why he was there. He stepped aside. "Come in, it must be freezing out there."

"Thanks," Quackity gave him a tight grin quickly getting into the warmth of the house. It was almost painful how much hotter it was in the house and he took off his scarf putting it on the clothes stand next to the door. Everything in the house screamed an attempt at homeliness with the amount of wood items and patterns that decorated the first floor. However, the complete barrenness of the room save for a few work stations betrayed the owner's being unaccustomed to a home. Both Tubbo and Ranboo had so often been yanked from conflict to conflict that they had so little faith in this temporary shelter. This only fueled the dark fury that had prompted him to come.

"So what can I help you with, Quackity?" Ranboo gave a polite smile as he put his arms behind his back.

"No, my friend. It's the other way around." Ranboo's eyebrows rose at Quackity's words. The other began laughing. "Don't you want revenge? How can you stand being holed up in this house when that—that green son of a bitch is out there?" The enderman's head jerked back like he was about to be struck and he instantly looked more wary and guarded.