Dead? Dream au

A day with blobs: Part 1

Hey guys! Wanna state that at times I see blobs as either women or men, it often switches with the same blobs as well. They dont have a gender, but for this chapter I gave up on trying to continuously remember to go back and change everything to 'they', instead opting to treat them like agender beings. Do not take this as a perfect representation of agender human beings tho, as they aren't human, but definitely people, or, are least, sentient creatures.

Dream woke up to the sun on his face. He yawned and stretched, quickly noting that a few of his blobs were still there. He slipped out of bed without disturbing any of them, he did it so smoothly it was as if he flew. He grabbed his mask and put it on the side of his face, having it 'on', but not covering his face. He left his room and made some breakfast. He wasn't at all a chef, but he had lived many years and could cook a few things. As long as he had the ingredients, of course.

Throughout the centuries, he had collected many different kinds of plants. Some of them are now lost due to the people dying and their crops being ruined by others, never having someone to carry on their knowledge. Because of this, he has a few plants that shouldn't even exist anymore. Herb takes care of them all now, along with all the animals they have. Dream, despite being immortal, (or maybe it was because he was immortal) didn't really have many pets. They do have one cat tho, and their name was Patches. Dream isn't sure why, maybe it's the power of the forest, but Patches didn't seem to age, just like his blobs and him. Dream wanted one day to maybe bring his horse here...

Dream shook the thought from his head, he wouldn't dwell too much on the past, as, it was, in the past. Dream finished breakfast and started to eat. The remaining blobs in his room came down, Dream was surprised to not see Pea or Bloom, but then quickly remembered they were still on his head. He isn't sure how they hadn't fallen off, or how he didnt notice, but it did earn a chuckle out of him. He quickly took the two off his head with his hand, and put them right next to him on the table.

"Good morning my blobs!" Dream said cheerfully, but not too loud. This earned many different versions of 'morning' to be meeped back at him. Dream ate his food, while the blobs ate from two other plates. His blobs didn't seem to need to eat, or at least, didn't need to eat a lot, but they seemed to have taste buds, which meant they still enjoyed the activity. Because of this, Dream would always make 2 or 3 extra plates for them, sometimes more depending on the situation, like for a celebration.

Dream remembered the party the blobs insisted they had when he finished making the flowerbed. He made a lot of food and the blobs definitely ate their fill. Dream couldn't help but chuckle at the memory. "Meep?" Dream snapped out of his thoughts. "H-Huh? Oh! I'm sorry, what did you say?"" Dream said apologetically. Nicky spoke up again, "What were you chuckling about da- I-I mean, Dream?...." Nicky replied, looking away quickly after they finished speaking. Dream paused, before replying. "Well, I was thinking about that huge party we threw when we finished the flower bed, I couldn't help but laugh." Dream replied, he always felt flattered when they called him 'dad',  but even now-a-days, centuries later, he was still not completely comfortable with it. Although he would catch his blobs saying it in a sentence here and there anyways. He had decided to try to get more comfortable with them calling him that, but, like I just mentioned, it still made him a little uncomfortable.

Dream shook his head of these thoughts and smiled at Nicky, petting their head, before getting up to put away his dishes.

When he was done, he readjusted his cloak, and walked outside, glad to feel the grass underneath his feet, and to smell the fresh air. He couldn't help but be reminded he wasn't in the prison anymore, this was so much more refreshing! Dream then decided to run off, waving bye to the blobs that were still there. He raced around his forest, his home. He jumped over stumps, dodged bushes, and ducked under branches. The air through his hair was amazing! This all reminded him so much of the manhunts he... and...