DISCONTINUED
(Once, he had been a God among mortals. Now Dream was but a shadow of who he had once been.)
Left to rot in the cell of an unfinished prison, rot Dream did.
Now, Dream lingers as a ghost.
But in death, well-guarded secrets finally see t...
On a side note, I picture Endermen (and so Ranboo & Dream) aren't as affected by the cold since the End dimension is on the colder side.
Technoblade next chapter :)
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✧ Chapter 3 ✧
【𝔻𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖】
Dream lay with his head on Glatt's thigh, asleep yet not. Drifting is what they called it. A state of unconsciousness, yet not quite sleeping.
Glatt exhaled, an instinctual motion neither he nor Ghostbur had been able to train themselves out of in all the time they had been ghosts.
He gently dragged his fingers through Dream's hair as he turned his gaze away from him and to the window to see the flurry of snowfall.
Ghostbur had left with Philza for more information after Dream had been...reintroduced? No that wouldn't be the right word, they remembered each other. After they had seen Dream and the fact he was a ghost, Ghostbur had selected to follow his dad for more information but since it had started snowing, Ghostbur had likely gotten stuck over there.
(They really needed to finish up those underground tunnels since the snow was a common sight in the biome they lived in after all and as ghosts, they had an aversion to water.)
Dream had dropped off after another round of emotional slingshotting and Glatt wasn't going to disturb Dream any time soon either. Not when it was clear, despite how his nephew tried to hide it, he was clearly traumatised by his isolation and imprisonment.
There had been a mutual agreement that Sam had no idea this was happening since the man was out of the area on a major resource gathering adventure with Puffy. So his mother, Glatt's sister, had no idea either.
The goat hybrid can't wait for the hellfire Puffy is going to rain down on them for doing this to Dream. After everything this land had gone through, that had happened—for them to claim to be any better than Dream is laughable.
Glatt remembered more than Ghostbur did—or well, more than Ghostbur let on anyway. It wasn't hard to convince those who needed to be convinced that neither of them knew much, that they could hardly remember anything or only remember certain emotions, but that was false.
He claimed regret—which is true, he never claimed to be perfect and admittedly had taken things way too far especially when he noticed Wilbur's state.
Technoblade wasn't the only one troubled by voices. Wilbur just learnt to control his—or ignore might be the better term.
Philza himself had long ago learnt to temper out the voices that plague their bloodline. But that doesn't mean they can't be affected by them when mentally out of the game. Wilbur had unfortunately succumbed to his during his exile.
Glatt grimaced at the thought, knowing he was one of the many reasons any of this happened in the first place.
They really were a bunch of messed up, fucked up people. But who wasn't? What was normal in the first place?
If anyone was close to normal, it was Puffy but even then, she would often put hers before anything else. Anyone she didn't know or care about? Forget about them. Everything she did was for the gain of herself or those she considered hers. To convince her otherwise was nigh impossible.
He exhaled again, enjoying the motion more than anything this time and his gaze once again drifted to Dream. There was a slight furrow of his brows, and his lips were downward turned.
Glatt hopes that if he's dreaming then it's only of happy memories.
***
Dream trailed after Technoblade as he delved into the mine. There was little need for conversation between them, it had always been that way, and so neither of them tried to fill the gap.
The ghost also knew Technoblade was still processing the fact Dream was dead.
Abruptly, Technoblade whispered a quiet: "Would you guys shut up?"
Dream tilted his head, eyeing the side of Technoblade's face to see agitation. The piglin hybrid blinked and turned to face Dream.
"What are they talking about?" He questioned.
Technoblade sighed, "You."
Dream blinked in surprise, "Me?"
"Yes. They want to wreak havoc on those who wronged you," there was a cruel curl of his lips and Dream's own lips threatened to stretch into a grin, "Ah, I'd pay you to if I could, you know, touch money."
Technoblade let out a loud and booming laugh, startling the nearby mobs and sending them scattering rather than draw them closer.
Technoblade had always had that effect—to scare mobs just by his mere presence if he wished.
Dream had a similar effect, just for a different reason.
They continued; the silence that had fallen in between them previously was now filled with chatter.
"Do you know what you can do as a ghost?" Technoblade asked out of the blue, "All things considered."
Dream fell silent, before having met back up with everyone, he had been exploring—trying to find his way and so had taken to testing things. He could phase through certain blocks but only a certain number at a time too.
He could still teleport short distances...
He hadn't tried anything else. Hadn't felt ready too.
Dream didn't see any reason he couldn't, considering just who and what he was. But he didn't want to accidentally get stuck like that. When he had first come to the Overworld, he had lacked control over his forms at times and were the cause of unpredictable contretemps.
Over the years and with help from his enchanted mask, Dream had managed to learn how to manage his forms and that had led to numerous hilarious situations because others didn't know of that form.
(Ranboo was so lucky to not suffer the same problems as he did, being solely an Enderling.)
But—those memories were foggy and distorted and Dream knows they had been with people he had once trusted, had once seen as friends. But what had once been happy memories were now tainted.
"Dream?" Technoblade's voice brought him back.
"Huh?"
"You kinda, you know, got lost in thought," Technoblade cocked a brow and Dream scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, feeling his cheeks warm.
"Right, yeah, I knew that," He bluffed, "But uh, I can do most ghost things. Still can teleport. Haven't tried anything else, don't trust my abilities."
Technoblade frowned, "Cause you're a ghost or—"
"Cause I'm a ghost. I don't really know how limited my powers are. Don't wanna get stuck."
