Bottom Dream One-Shots

I'm the what..?

He hadn't been conscious for what felt like ages, only getting glimpses. He felt lucky just to get at least a couple seconds of time.

When he finally woke up and had full control over his body, he looked around, realizing he didn't know where he was.

He felt around on the obsidian, everything feeling so bland and the heat. He crawled over to the cauldron, barely having the strength. He looked at himself, not recognizing himself. He let his hands roam over his face, feeling every bone in it.

He curled up next to the cauldron, his knees going up and his arms wrapping around them.

He started shaking and crying. He didn't recognize himself, and then he realized his mask was gone. The one thing covering all the emotions he couldn't control.

Dream, the name barely felt like his anymore, just wanted George or Sapnap or Bad to give him hugs and tell him its okay.

He wanted Puffy to call him her little duckling. A name he had grown fond of when she started using it. He had even called her mom a couple of times, she never knew that though.

He heard a noise, and looked up to see the lava coming down. The whole server was standing there, on the platform. 

Sam was standing in the front and he saw a couple other people standing behind him. He saw all their stern faces. He stuffed himself more into the corner. He looked at them confused.

"What am I doing here?" Dream asked.

They looked at him confused.

"You know exactly why you are here!" Tommy screamed.

Dream flinched back even more. Holding his hands up.

"I don't, I really don't." Dream had tears running down his face.

Dream had been looking down and they were all looking at him.

When he finally looked up, he looked scared.

They realized he was looking behind them and some of them turned around. They saw it, just like how he saw it. A black figure, that looked exactly like dream did before he went to prison.

"W-Who are you." Tommy asked.

The figure slowly walked over towards Dream. None of them stepping up to help him.

The figure grabbed his chin. He grunted from the rough fingers.

It sneered at Dream before throwing his face down, forcing his head to smash against the wall. Blood starting to drip down.

It looked towards the group. Walking closer.

"Who am I?" The figure asked, looking back at Dream for an answer.

"A d-dreamon.." Dream answered quietly.

The figure, annoyed, walked back to Dream and grabbed his neck.

"What did I say about speaking quietly?'

Dream looked at him, with tears in his eyes.

"You are a dreamon." Dream said louder.

The figure smiled at dreamon, his perfect teeth smiling back.

"Good boy.."

The group cringed at the nickname this thing gave their Dream.

"A Dreamon!?" Tubbo said surprised. " I thought we exercised all of them months ago.?"

"You did, but you realize that you only made ME stronger."

He snapped his fingers and they were outside. Dream staying inside.

"It's been months since that day, the day you doomed your poor Dream." The figure explained." Poor old Dream, he's been stuck inside his mind for months and none of his "friends" cared to notice."

He snapped his fingers once again and Dream appeared in his arms. Carrying him in a bridal style, moving his knotty hair out of his eyes.

"You can't just take him, he deserves to be in prison." Tommy said.

"This little shell of a person, deserves to be in prison?" The figure asked." Have you seen what you have done to him!"

"You have been controlling him for months!" Sapnap screamed.

"I have been nothing but there for him, why do you think I was able to take control." The figure said.

They all looked at it, a face of guilt.

"This man didn't even know he was the villain of the story.."

~I don't like how this story ended at all. I write to many stories like this though. Please tell me if you are getting bored of these kinds of stories.:)