Tales Of A Ghost || DSMP Fanfiction, DreamHarem

Chapter 5

Dream stood up from amongst the fog that covered him up, he no longer was in his 6 years old form, "Tch, Troublesome." He spoke as he cracks his neck, in which Philza and Ghostbur flinched, not liking it. Dream stood firmly on the ground, as the others can see him clearly.

He still wore his typical green type clothing, but this time it was a long sleeve dress shirt, the sleeve rolled back towards his elbows, his shirt tuck in his black ripped jeans. He had a huge axe attach to his back, as he was wearing grey shoes and his mask to top it all together. In short, he was too handsome for a 12-year-old. (He too was already handsome in his current years, what is the difference?) The others look at the blonde with their mouth agape. "What?" He spat, voice laced with an expression of those who are royalty.

"Erm, How did you just-?" Ghostbur tried to question but he had somehow lost his vocabulary. Dream just stared, a tired expression plastered across his face as he yawned. "I thought we were going? Come on, I want to sleep." Dream held onto his authority as he started to walk away, dropping his 'royalty' act, his shoulders slump as he let out a sighed. "Stupid Memories..." He murmured to himself, but it was heard by the others individual who was still standing by Philza's door.

"Quickly, follow him, he might get lost." Philza whispered. "Shut up old man, I already memorized this place since I was 10." Dream grumbled, facing the four as he crossed his arms. "Are you coming or not? As I've said I'm tired and I want to sleep." Dream yawned, which was sarcastically intended.

Immediately, all of them apart from Philza went down the stairs and made their way towards the blonde. "Bye Phil!" Ghostbur smiled, along with Techno and Tommy giving their small waves. "Farewell Phil." Dream includes himself as he started to walk away.

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They finally reach Techno's house, in which Dream immediately let down the axe from his back and the strap that carried it. He adjusted his mask to make it comfortable before finding his way through Techno's house. Ghostbur and Tommy have already left to their 'totally permission to lived' area of the house, while Techno eyed Dream cautiously, watching him traipse towards his bedroom.

"That's mine, you know." Techno crossed his arms, as he grumbled at the blonde, who had had already hog his bed. "Your point?" Dream hugged his pillow, turning away from Technoblade so he could sleep. Techno could only grumble and sighed. For a 12-year-old, he is too annoying and a pain to handle.

He got out of his bedroom, making his way towards his living room where Tommy and Ghostbur had coincidently shown up. The three out of their rooms for once, sat in a nice ambiance, as they felt the tiredness of today.

"Having fun?" A voice from above Techno's roof echoed through the house, they got on their feet in an instant, scrambling outside of the pouring snow, unbothered by the coldness as they were far too occupied by who the unfamiliar voice is.

"He is quite a handful, is he not?" The voice spoke again, but they couldn't pinpoint where it may be. "You all are too tranquil, he was right, some of you get boring." Footsteps were heard on top of Techno's House as a cloaked figure finally showed his presence. "Pleasure to meet you all."

"A mask." Techno whispered, in which Tommy quickly shot his eyes wide upon seeing the mask. It wasn't like Dream's but it was practically the same. No, they all didn't like this submissive feeling, they feel far too vulnerable. Tommy felt like he was in exile again with the manipulative antagonist but worse.

Indeed the figure was different from the sleeping Dream 12-year-old
who is currently on Techno's bed at the moment. This one was different in color, (red to be precise) slightly shorter than Dream's original height.

"I'm not quite intelligent, slick and have the spring and talent like my Big Brother but I have something that he can never surpass." The figure flow down coolly, feet touching the ground, his cloak flew with the wind away from sight. "I'm much more manipulative than him."

Revealing his red hoodie with the same emoticon on his mask. "Big Brother?" Tommy yelled as he ready all the things he needed if a fight started on his Hotbar. "Indeed..." He started to walk towards the three, two of them, all ready for a fight. "I'm just here to bring you all to the past." He announced as another cloaked figure flow down. "It's part of Lucid's plan after all." He completed, much faster than time, the cloaked figure knocks them out before tapping each of their foreheads.

"Put them all inside Big Brother Night." He ordered as he started to type a Teleportation Command to the void for the both of them. Nightmare grinned before he put a weird dark red potion on them. They slowly then, started to float, which Nightmare easily got the advantage to move the three of them. (Ghostbur is included, as a Ghost, he can still be touched.)

"I'm finished." Nightmare dusted his hands before putting them inside his pocket. The other nodded, he taps the 'Finish' on his tab before they got transported.

"What now?" Hallu questioned when the two of his siblings arrived. "For now, we wait," Lucid informed, walking his way to his chamber, throwing a dark yellow potion towards Nightmare. "You'll need that for later." He spoke once more, shutting the door behind him.

"How about you? Peruse the thing I gave you yet?" Hallu instantly knew what he was talking about, he furrowed his brows as he shook his head for an answer. "You clearly curious, so why?" Nightmare smirked, throwing the potion inside his chambers before he leans his body on his door. "I don't have the authority to." Hallu answered, before summoning the said book.

The book then started to float, as it open and move from page to page at a quick pace. It stops on a blank page before it started writing with a non-existent pen.

"A Memory." Nightmare points out, as Hallu started to walk near the book, taking a peek.
'Pink Haired Anarchist, written by 12 years old Ghost? Dream' Says it, it continues to write down, Hallu didn't really bother to read. Nightmare just quirk his brow and grinned before giving a small teasing wave and shut his door tight.

The WasTaken Family was indeed weird.

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"Welcome Back! Clay!"

There stood six figures, faces were blurry yet clothing with different colors. Blue, Purple, Pink, Black, Grey, and White. In the middle was Dream in green, his face also blurry, yet the mask pointed that out, beside him were Red, Orange, and Yellow, along with their mask.

These were the people in the last SMP: WasTakenSMP/ WTSMP

"Nice of you to visit!" The yellow moved slightly, indicating that he was the one who spoke. Dream just nodded before looking straight towards the newcomers.

He chuckled in euphoria. "Welcome to Hell!!"

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Here You All Go. I have finalized my publishing schedule, it will be from Monday to Friday, not sure if it's this book though, I have another book that is about to be published. Saturday and Sunday will be my rest days.

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