Dreamnotfound Angst Oneshots

- Revival Book -

Credit to @angel_bud on Tiktok who made this amazing Tiktok which l unfortunately can not link but this was the inspiration for this one-shot.

TW: Blood, Singing, Gore detail, Crying, Screaming, Torture, Grief and Death (once reading if you wish for me to go in more detail on any of these please let me know)

Dream could feel the burning of his skin from the last time he had been visited by the one and only person who was bothered to visit him anymore. He wished that next time would be different, he would not get blisters or scabs from the harsh torture he received. Badboyhalo had stopped visiting him and as much as he had begged for answers he only got the bubbling sound of the lava outside his cell. The heat made no effort to help him, when he woke up in the morning due to his wounds a fever was always raging as well as a few open cuts and the job of peeling scabs that he had to remove with his fingertips otherwise they would get caught on the obsidian walls and tear his skin even more.

His mask had not been displayed on his face for a few days now. He missed it the idea of disclosing his appearance and to not show any true emotion by only showing a smiley face mask to deceive everyone around him. It was thrown in the bubbling pit of lava after he had fort with his torturer to require it from the mans right hand, it became difficult once he had swung the axe at him from a distance leaving stretching cuts all over his fore arm and elbow. By the end of the chasing for it he had signalled to Sam he would be departing the cell and once the barrier had been opened he had thrown it into the lava. Dream screamed once he had destroyed his final act of pure safety as he realised through harsh sobs that shook his shoulder, his identity he had kept a secret for years was finally free to the world. 

This day like any other he was sat with his legs slightly to his chest with one of them extending out while his scared arms rested on his knees. His face once covered in scars big and small which had healed although his mask he thought of so often was now a distant memory since it was thrown into the scorching lava surrounding his cell. Everyone and everything could see his face with his emerald eyes, light scars and his messy blonde hair was now fully visible but he guessed only two people had seen it. The thing he thought of the most is of his boyfriend George he was charming, adorable and knew a direct passageway to his heart every fibre of his body loved that mushroom prince to bits.

Dream chuckled at the memory as he whispered a silent "Miss you George" before he rose his head to the gears turning around him at last after al this time someone had finally arrived to have a conversation with him. Happiness rose in his chest as he smiled at the corner of his lips 'maybe it is George" he thought as he sat up a bit more. He had not seen George for a long while and missed him to the worlds end. He remembered his gorgeous boyfriend with his fluffy brown locks, his blue and brown eyes that sparkled, his cuddly nature and his charming laugh that seemed to be just as contagious as his own.

Finally as the gates started to open he did not see the adorable face of his lover instead it was a bitter smirk as a figure with small wings from his back walked in. The light illuminated the silhouette as he saw the worst person he wanted to see the one that had inflicted those injuries on him almost everyday bringing him closer and closer to death until by the end of the day he was begging for it only until he left him to heal before returning later on. 

"I'm not giving you the Revival Book Quackity!" he glared as he narrowed his emerald eyes at the man who showed no emotions as the room began to darken to a degree as the gate closed behind them. They were both trapped inside with one another and its only when he looked up at Quackity he could see the huge smirk displayed on his face, something was not right. 

The prisoner then observed the mans look, he was in a torn and ripped shirt with straps to hold up his trousers that he had worn a few years ago at the election, the tears allowed it to fit around his body since he had gained his strength since his rebellious nature had been born. A red tie was tied to his neck with the collar of his muddy shirt folded over it.  An axe was leaning on his shoulders being held by his left hand that glistened in the torch light. While in his right was a soaked sack filled with god knows what with a liquid dripping from it, echoing around the cell. HIs face was a mess even to Dream but it was one of those things the two had in common their actions had ruined their face as well as their mind. Quackity had tanned skin with pearly white teeth as well as a golden top tooth that glistened with his smirk with the visible scars on the side of his mouth; he had one brown eye while his left had gone white by the scar he had gained going across his eye from his fight with Techno. 

He dropped his smirk as his eyes stiffened into a old stare as he dropped the bag which thumped on the floor. Using his right foot he kicked it towards the criminal who stared right back at it, he swung his body into a more comfortable position. Leaning further forward he reached over to it pulling it closer to himself as a damp line was left as he brought it into his lap. 

The liquid soaked his lap but he didn't care as he unfastened the knot around the top until it was fully undone leaving a small gap at the top of which he could see a silhouette of a huge object at the bottom. With both hands he separated the top of the bag fully until he reached in breathing in deeply closing his eyes he picked it up with both hands and pulled it close to his face. 

Finally he opened his eyes and stared at the thing before him and regretted the fact that he could see at that moment. Staring right back at his was the decapitated head of his beloved with heterochromia eyes glassed over and staring right back at him. Blood leaked from were it had been cleanly cut from his neck as his hair was matted with broken clout glasses and covered in blood, tear tracks marked under his eyes. 

Dream hadn't ever realised he had screamed until it left his throat causing him to drop the head and cower to the wall to return his eyes as he kept on screaming. Sobs worse then ever left his lips as he screamed and cried while Quackity smirked, his axe was covered in dried blood. Dreams eyes watered as his throat became raw but he kept on crying as he suddenly came to the realisation. 

The man he loved was dead and the only reason was because he was too self centred to not give away the revival book, he knew the spell to make him return but it would be recorded and his torturer would know. George was dead never to take oxygen from the earth with no smile still on his face but a open mouth with blood pouring out at it rocked on the stone floor. Quackity was going to need that revival book and as Dream screamed and cried he could have sworn the whole of L'manberg could hear him as he knew the Revival song was going to be spread. 

                                                                      THE END 

Hi bookworms, l hope this wasn't too angsty but this did take me a few hours and l absolutely love this concept.

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Word Count: 1415

- Eddie they/them (thinking of neo pronouns but l don't know what they all are)