From now on Dream will be referred to as Dre by those that know about him being a ghost.
✧ Chapter 5 ✧
【ℂ𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔】
Hunger, hunger, hunger, unbearable hunger
Unbearable heat
Burning blisters
Hunger
Non-stop lava
Enclosed
Ravenous
Smaller and smaller
Pop, pop, pop
Scritch, scritch, scritch
Buzzing, unending silence
"How long has he been like this?" Ranboo questions, kneeling before the catatonic Dre.
"I—I don't know, it was Michael that found him," Tubbo stutters, adjusting the clearly worried Michael on his hip.
Ranboo nibbles on his bottom lip, "Could you go get Ghostbur or Glatt? They're the only ones that can touch him."
"Right," Tubbo nods rapidly and hurries out the door.
It's not long before Ghostbur phases through the wall and darts close to Dre, wrappings his arms around the catatonic ghost. Ghostbur can only hold him close, could only offer some form of comfort but no direct solution.
Technoblade arrives next, crouching beside Ranboo, a frown tugging heavily at his brows, "Do you think he's remembering something?"
Possibly, Ranboo fiddled with the tuff at the end of his tail, "He's not said much about what he remembers."
But he clearly remembers the entirety of his imprisonment. There was no denying it—the way Dre's eyes sort them out, the way he would linger close to them and follow them around trying to seem nonchalant but really, he was scared of being left alone.
A lot of Dream's memories involved happy memories, be it some now distorted beyond recognition but—they weren't solely happy memories, his imprisonment, those few months of being the sole inhabitant of the cell with no company...
That would take its toll on even the most resilient.
Dre being one of those people.
Now Dre was a mentally scarred ghost after losing his life. After no longer being able to take the inside of that cell, he had taken his fate with both hands and ended his life.
Not that he had much of a choice with the lack of food. It just made it all the easier to choose.
"Why don't you help Tubbo settle Michael down for the night," Technoblade not so subtly hints and Ranboo exhaled nasally.
"Okay," the young Enderling slowly stood upright, sparing one final lingering glance at his brother before leaving the room.
Technoblade sighs, scratching his scalp in worry and annoyance at not being able to help Dre.
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Aurora Borealis | Dreamnoblade
FanfictionDISCONTINUED (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...
