Headcannons - Dream Smp

Ranboo Alone

I recommend reading slowly, do not rush and listen to the music, let yourself relax. Warning for disassociation.

What is this feeling.

Would i even know? Is it my place to remember?

A part of me that I cannot see. It feels empty but I know it's not.

Look around the room.

It's dark, it's purple, it's lonely.

Look at yourself.

My hands.

My arms.

My chest.

My face.

I'm real.

Aren't I?

I feel real, but would I even know?

Dammit.

What is this feeling.

Am I supposed to know?

Like nostalgia, but without the childhood.

My memory being held hostage.

Is there a reason I don't remember?

Did something happen?

Was it on purpose?

Why does this happen to me?

Do I deserve it? What did I do...

Can I escape it?

I want to escape it, but would I even know.

I can't trust my own mind, I need help.

He's here with me, he always is.

Who is he.

What does he want from me?

Does he know?

This feeling,

Like black, dark, spirals, twisting and turning crookedly deep inside my  chest.

My cheeks burn, this isn't fair.

Or maybe it it, do I deserve it?

Someone help me.

I can hear him.

He echoes in my mind, even when I'm not here.

I've seen his eyes.

Tubbo?

Why does he care,

What if I hurt people.

I do hurt people.

Maybe they should've executed me when they had the chance.

Agh-

It hurts.

Muscles contracting that don't even exist.

My head is spinning, my vision is flat.

Stay away from me.

It's all in my head.

Bouncing in my skull, each corner hurting more than the last.

Why am I here.

I don't remember.

Do they lie?

They could use me.

No he won't do that

He loves me.

It still hurts.