Infected

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3RD POV (dream)

Dream was sat, almost dead like on the floor of the purple box he was trapped in for who knows how long. He doesn't know anymore all he knows is that a while ago Sam, the warden stopped dropping potatoes in for him and quackity the power hungry gambler stopped visiting for the revive book information. He didn't mind quackity coming everyday torturing him as he was a quick healer, he always has been from since he can remember. Yet here he was wired black goo constantly pouring out from his nose like a stream and his neck swollen from the last time quackity came to 'see' him.

His eyes showed no life nor emotion and his once clearish skin was a burned mess since the lava was never made to be cool enough not to burn, not even when Tommy was there, who was there for a week maybe even 2 weeks left with really bad burns.

Dream the once most feared villain was nothing more then a mere shell of what he once was and it was a sad sight. Dream had no idea what was happening outside the prison for all he knew everyone could have been able to escape the smp the one thing he was trying to do.

Thats right you heard me, Dream was never a villain The smp is a glitch once you join you cant leave not even dying will let you leave instead your trapped here for the rest of your life unless you find a natural rip in the releamor know how to do it yourself. Dream new the only two ways the smp would let people leave without risking their lives, they were simple. The first was to kill the god that trapped them in the first place which was gonna be hard so he went for the second option which he needed the discs. He had to collect all the disc and put then together in the order they were made in and the barrier around the smp would dropped and they'd be free, but when he tried to explain they didn't listen so he accepted the roll of the villain.

Dream had lost contact with his only source of info, He used blobs that would wonder the smp and they'd tell him on a later date but they haven't been coming at all. Dream was honestly worried.

A loud growl spread through the dark room and all dream did was look at the small pile of the two small potato he had left. something inside of him told him to eat the small potato's but he couldn't or he'd starve to death which he didn't want to do.

'Well it's gotta be better then out there with that damn egg' dream thought. This was a constant thought that hit dream, Dream new the egg and new what it was capable of so he was at least a tiny bit thankful for the prison even if it turned him into a shell of himself.

"I wonder whats is going on out there, other then the egg" he whispered in a rough voice that was barely a whisper. Dream straightened his posture and held a boney hand up and summoned a small green flame. Once the flame died the only thing left was a small and dirty blob. The blob was a small white squishy looking thing but it was covered in dirt and bruises. Dream looked in surprise that one of his little bobs answered his call.

"What happened to you" dream said trying his best to clean some of the dirt off the blob. The blob in question just squeaked and looked at the figure with a desperate look.

"UH. You joking right." dream said in horror at what he was told.

"They'll all going to die i need to get outa here and fast" dream said putting the scared blob on his shoulder. He was given something to do, a motivation to finally do something. with shaky legs dream tied his best to stand up. Nothing happened dream was to weak. Tired dream gave up sliding back down the wall giving himself a new batch of cuts on his back.

"Its over. I cant stop them this time" dream said with a pitiful laugh. while unnatural colored tears raced down his face from under the mask.