I hope you like the way I've portrayed Foolish! I had so much writing him and flushing out just who he is in this AU!
✧ Chapter 6 ✧
【𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝔽𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤】
There were very few things that Foolish would interfere with (It wasn't his job after all, interfering with things that don't concern him or could just cause more trouble was never his opinion of fun. He had learnt a long time ago that it was best to just sit back and watch from the outside unless there was no other choice and—). He was a go-with-the-flow kinda god. He had always been like that, despite how some might see him as a pushover or absent-minded. Which wasn't true, thank you very much but sometimes people like him have to play roles and blend in with those that live only so long.
But currently, Foolish was kinda pissed.
Not completely, no, because he had known Dream for a long, long time, even before t̶h̶e̶y̶ he had come to the Overworld. Long before Ranboo had hatched into existence.
Foolish came to be from the ocean's currents, he rose up from the quiet sift of wind that brushes against the rippling water, the soft ambience of swimming fish, of dolphins, of squids and the cries of birds above. The swooshing and trickling of waves as they rock with the wind, as they crash and erode that the cliff faces.
He had been one of the first gods that Supreme Deity Prime had crafted. With Foolish came Mistress Death, his opposite, his yin to his yang, so to speak.
But Foolish had never been like Mistress Death, who had found her calling easily. Foolish walked the earth and subtly guided Life. He had witnessed humans come into being and rise and fall, evolve and grow and learn. He had existed for as long as life had on this planet.
Unlike Mistress Death, who had found love and adoration for a former mortal who was so closely tied to death, Foolish had never found a connection like that. Until he had met Puffy and Schlatt, Foolish had never met a human with who he bonded so closely with, let alone two.
But with infinite time, with no rush, no need to be somewhere or do something in such a short time, Foolish had come to see that mortals could be fickle, could be selfish and greedy and they only had so much time in the grand scheme of things.
Gods didn't perceive time like mortals did.
Perhaps that is where Dream and Wilbur made their first mistake. Despite being so young still, they were still different. Still so different from mortals, and so their attempts to play a game evolved into more than just a game between them when they involved others; where mortals got invested without knowing this was all just a game.
Foolish understood this much more than the young god and immortal child of Mistress Death herself do.
They let things get out of hand and devolve into chaos.
...Then Schlatt arrived.
Oof.
There is no denying that Schlatt is an agent of chaos, he thrived in it and often forgot where to draw the line. It was, admittedly, what had drawn Foolish to him in the first place.
Then Technoblade arrived and double oof.
Does Foolish need to go on? Does he need to drag out everything that happened was simply because two young less than mortal kids forgot that sometimes not everyone was like them?
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He gave it time. Left if so that Dream would have a chance to find somewhere safe and warm and away from the prying eyes of those that had thrown him in the prison in the first place.
Foolish really hates himself for not breaking Dream out. He really, really does.
Foolish knew he should have known better. Known that Sam had made it clear before he left with Puffy that the prison was in no way finished.
Yet what did he do after hearing Dream had been thrown in there? Nothing.
Foolish trudged through the snow and quietly grumbled about the temperature. The faster he got to Technoblade's place, the better. Despite being life itself, Foolish wasn't made for cold places, he enjoyed the scorching deserts and crashing of waves against beaches.
The smoke rising from chimneys brings him relief and so Foolish hurries along, hoping to get there before nightfall. Mobs were just an annoyance to him, but it got even colder outside during the night.
Philza is the one to answer the door, "Hey mate."
"Philza," Foolish nods, "I'm here to see Dream."
The avian immortal nods and steps aside to let Foolish inside.
"Techno currently has Dre has Chirp," Philza starts to explain, "He had—he went unresponsive earlier so Techno wanted to give him a break."
Foolish hums, "Dream never used Chirp to his full extend."
All gods had alternate forms. It varied, of course, Foolish himself had a more aquatic form to travel across oceans.
Between X-Dee and Chirp, Dream's humanoid form was a bit of a strange one. Foolish had suggested it was a subconscious part of Dream that wished to hide and blend in, and thus the mortal form—the one he was now dead in—came into being.
Foolish had to give it to Dream, even if the choice had been a subconscious one, the disguised had worked, is working.
Never once had anyone questioned him about using magic to hide something. People just thought he was ashamed by scarring and others just thought he wasn't comfortable showing his face.
Never had anyone, vocally, wondered if maybe Dream was using magic to hide inhuman features.
Foolish really doesn't understand Dream's thinking sometimes, he had been gifted an Enderling form, one to blend in among mortals (Ranboo was an Enderling as well, so it wasn't like he was to sole one) and yet he used magic to hide those too.
He can't wait until people start figuring this out now because Foolish had known X̶-̶D̶e̶e̶ Dream long enough to know he wasn't just going to sit in hiding and cower. Not when those that had made him suffer were out there living their lives as if they hadn't locked a person in an unfinished prison and left him to rot.
Revenge, one Foolish can't wait to see.
He also knows Dream could go either way. Either petty revenge, play his trauma up or going full-on revenge and make them suffer. It was hard to tell.
People like them don't take being slighted well after all.
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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...