Original Intent

Deal

Dream was falling.

That was the best way to describe what was happening to him.

Dream didn’t want to be here but he panicked and made a rash move that resulted in his current situation. But how did he get here? Well…

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Dream was curled up in the back of his cell. There wasn’t much he could do, right? It was solitary and they only gave him books which were later burned. Dream heard some voices but didn’t really hear them. It was probably Quackity again. Dream was getting used to the pain and he didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing.

“Dream!” the admin looked up after hearing that tone. It was nice, welcoming. There was no excessive animosity or mockery. Just a pleasant greeting. Dream hasn’t heard it in so long. Dream got up and moved towards the cell opening. Dream was so caught up in the warmth of Ghostbur’s greeting that he didn’t stop to think about why Ghostbur was there.

“Hello Ghostbur, how are y-”

“COME HERE YOU GREEN BASTARD!” Dream froze in the middle of the room as Tommy appeared in his view. He was trying his best to reach Dream with an axe in his hand. Dream didn’t register anything else. He didn’t hear Sam calling out to Tommy. He didn’t see Tommy get on the bridge. He didn’t hear Tommy and Sam argue. All he saw was the axe.

The axe.

That axe was a danger.

The axe brought pain.

The axe brought Quackity.

Dream what should we do today?

That voice was taunting him. Making him feel what wasn’t real. Dream couldn’t breathe. There had to be some way to stop this. He couldn’t handle anymore, not like this. He needed some way out, he needed some way to protect himself.

The idea came as soon as he looked at Ghostbur. 

Will.

Sweet Wil.

Understanding Wil.

Wil would keep him safe. He just needed to bring him back. It was easy. He did it before and he could do it again. The moments blurred together, and Dream moved on auto-pilot. He didn't wake up until Wil was back...but something was wrong. 

Pain burst through his body, making him burn hotter than the heat from the lava. Dream screamed loud as he felt something rip from his body and then…

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He didn't know how long he was falling but he couldn't bring himself to care. Anything was better than that torture. If this is his fate, so be it. He made his bed, now he has to lay in it.

But what if the bed wasn't meant to be laid in?

Dream is crazy now. He heard a voice from nowhere. A voice from inside this bottomless trench. He hoped he would never have to deal with shit like Techno did because the voices seem to be like hundreds of different personalities.

You're not crazy. You can hear me.

Dream huffed before opening his eyes, well his eye. He found out he lost his voice and his right eye went blind.

In front of Dream was a small, floating blue flame. But he knew it had life to it. He could feel the essence of the flame.

What do you want from me?

I don't want much and I'm willing to bargain.

What exactly are you asking for?