Dreaming of a new life

the warmth of the soul

\Dream Pov/

It had been a few hours since Onceler and him had tea, the ominous red sky becoming a scorching orange. Dream had been alone in the house for a while now, as Onceler said there "were some errands he needed to run", though any errands to run in this poisoned land was beyond him. A part of him was curious on how the land ended like it is now. What could've possibly happened to warrant such a tainted aftermath? No doubt at one point this place could've been considered some sort of paradise, but some cruel entity had seen it and twisted it into a nightmare.

In a way, it reminded him of what remained of L'manburg. Once a place looming of hopes and dreams, now reduced to the memorial of a fallen time, of fallen people. If he were to be honest, he didn't even really care about L'manburg, the discs, or Tommy. Whenever Dream tried to think of why he did any of the lamentable things he did, he found incomplete excuses he had used time and time again, an orchestra of strings playing an irrational melody. "One big happy family", he reasoned, a singular villain for the SMP to be united against. Dream scoffed at it, now. He had done nothing but sow the seeds of distrust and chaos.

Onceler seemed nice, but even after he returned from his errands, he and Dream had barely spoken at all. Onceler appeared wistful, looking out at the broken landscape, almost as if he was seeing a different place from the true world outside. Even during dinner, a strange mix of artificial blobs, silence was prevalent. It would not be until late into the night, where the scorching orange had settled into a looming, faded blue, where it became necessary to communicate. After all, there was only one bed, and two of them.

They both stood at the end of the bed, both pondering how to remedy this problem. Dream had already offered to sleep on the floor, downstairs, but Onceler had insisted on giving him the bed, as it was his obligation as host. So, they both stood at a crossroads on who would be comfortably sleeping tonight. Dream was about to just go downstairs and let Onceler have his bed, but before he could walk away, Onceler placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, don't go." He sat down on the bed, stretching his arms and flopping across the mattress. "Look, it might be a little awkward... but maybe there's room for both of us. I'd hate to have you sleep on the floor, after all, and you seem adamant to not let me sleep on the floor, either."

Onceler paused once more, his face betraying the most subtle shades of red. "Only if you're fine with it, of course." He laughed quietly to himself, as if the very idea of them sleeping next to one another was preposterous.

Dream, of course, was taken aback by the offer, but in the end decided to go along with it. Both of them awkwardly laid on the bed, trying their best to rest on opposite sides. Dream could hear Onceler's breathing slowly soften as he fell asleep, and before he knew it, he was dreaming as well.

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Dream awoke. His eyes had yet to open, yet he could feel the heavy weight of someone on him. He listened, and could hear the soft rising and falling of breathing. There had been no blanket, yet he felt warm. He opened his eyes, and found himself tangled in Oncelers body. Their limbs seemed interlocked in a puzzle that would be unsolvable by the greatest minds in a thousand years, unique to them and them alone.

Just before he was about to fall back asleep, Onceler opened his eyes. The two locked eyes for a moment, both still processing what was happening. When it finally clicked, they both clumsily rushed out of the bed, muttering apologies to each other. Dream could see Oncelers face flush into a bright pink, and could feel his own go equally as warm.

Before Dream even had the chance to actually say anything, Onceler had quickly excused himself, stammering something about 'an errand to run' and running downstairs, leaving Dream left to his thoughts and his feelings. He felt lost, almost. It hadn't even been 24 hours, yet he felt he had gotten closer to Onceler than almost everyone he had met before. The camaraderie and friendship wasn't the same, but... it was almost intimate.

... What was he thinking? It hadn't even been a day since he met him. He was being ridiculous, of course. Onceler was just a means to end, a way to survive before something better came along. That's how he had always lived before, why would it be any different now? It's not any different, he repeated in his head...

((im trying some new writing stuff, so i think ill limit 1 chapter per pov))