Switcheroo, Who? - A Dream SMP Fanfiction

Ch. 7: Please?

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Most people like to romanticize the idea of slow motion, or seeing your entire life flash before your eyes.

It's a poetic factor in telling someone's demise, or reminiscing the days gone by when life gets hard.

Very few really live to relay this kind of epiphany to any witnesses or bystanders upon their passing, but the metaphorical translation of their death or perhaps the whispered words of finality really did make it out into the world.

Thus came the feeling of life itself slipping through someone's fingers as the world came crashing down around them, every chaotic disruption in the continuum becoming painfully clear and detailed for a dying person to see. Every fear, joy, hope, sorrow, loss, and triumph will have been brought into the light for your final observation. It's all speculation, really - theoretical imagination on what might happen at the final moments of mortality. However, the term has been scientifically diagnosed as akinetopsia.

For Dream, he had a severe case of akinetopsia.

Tommy Innit brandishing an enchanted weapon of Netherite while sporting a look of murderous rage might have induced the condition.

The blonde Brit had also called his mother an awful word, however, which probably also induced the indignant stance taken up firmly by the male.

Take it easy, Dream coached himself, his eyes darting around his surroundings. He's just as freaked out as you, maybe even more so. You did sort of kill him in another life, screw the revival BS people are trying to pass off on me. I'm not falling for it. Regardless, he thinks you're someone else and you're losing time. Puffy and Sam are in trouble, and you already messed this up. You were spotted by the last person you should've been spotted by - Now how are you going to get out of it?

"Hey....Uh, Tommy, right?" Dream suddenly offered a weak wave, shifting his balance as he offered a weak smile from behind his mask, which the boy couldn't see.

....Crap! The mask!

Dream's eyes widened, coming to a realization and completely missing the fact that he had supposedly not recognized Tommy fully. The mask had been the first red flag to go off in the boy's head! He just had to find a way to explain it wasn't really him-

"Don't fuckin' screw with me, you bastard!!" Tommy spat, his eyes flaring as his grip on the sword tightened. "You know who I fuckin' am, you arse-fuckin'-dick shit bitch! Don't you start an' fuckin' dare act like you haven' ever seen me!"

So talking to him was not an option.

Dream raised his hands up, still trying to fruitlessly make contact with Tommy. It wouldn't be easy. With all he had been told by Puffy and Sam, and comparing him to the present personality tendencies in his own Tommy, it would be difficult to get through to him using words. He looked at him with so much withering hatred and fear, and Dream felt saddened and slightly panicked at whatever might happen next.

People would supposedly kill him the next time they saw him.

He was on an unstable rescue mission with no real plan, and now got himself caught up in something with no good way out.

"Tommy, listen, I know this is crazy, but you have to hear me out," Dream swallowed, glancing at the ground beneath his feet. "You have to understand that there's something else going on here. I want to explain everything to you as best as I can, but-"

"Shut the hell up, man!!" Tommy barked angrily. "You don't get a fuckin' word! You're a-a-a liar! You're a fuckin' creep an'-!!"

"That's not me!" Dream interrupted, wincing at the lame interjection.