Living In A Nightmare | A Dream Smp fanfiction

7) The Thin Line Between Delusion and Reality

How long did it take me to finish this crap? 3 Months or something? Well that's just sad.

So like, you bitches are probably the most supportive strangers I've ever seen, like the amount of support and sweet words you dumped on me is absolutely disproportionated, especially since this is literally a crappy fanfic.

Okay seriously though, I know I haven't really been that active these past months (I actually had a problem with my account and I couldn't even reply to comments so rip for me) but I've actually been reading all of them and I can't say how much I appreciated all of the support you threw at me (I remember in particular someone saying in the comments to not rush me, I wasn't actually feeling rushed by you, but I remember particularly liking that comment so if your read this, thank you pal.)

Alright I've said enough, enjoy the chapter and whatnot.

(3600 words)

The news of Tommy's death and of Dream and Tubbo's little quarrel spread like wildfire and, soon enough, the chaotic and carefree aura of L'Manburg drowned by a veil of gloominess.

Some were openly sad about the loss of their youngest member, others tried to act happily to cheer the rest up, but it wasn't hard to break through their facade. There was only one thing all these players had in common: they all blamed Dream for pushing Tommy towards the edge.

There was a minority of players who just decided to stay away from the drama as much as possible, mostly because they still had some sense in their heads and nobody in their right minds would even think of going against Dream. They either stayed in their bases working on personal projects or, in case they had some other things to work on, they just dedicated all of their time to their jobs.

Awesamdude (my phone wanted to write Awesamdad I can't-) was one of those people. Though he had never been part of Tommy’s friend group, he couldn’t deny that the memories he carried of him were nothing but pleasant. He had heard of his bratty side, but had never seen it himself. The Tommy he remembered was a curious and easily excitable teenager with the most contagious laugh he had ever had the privilege of hearing. No matter what other people told him, that was the boy he met, that was the boy he would remember.

Sam was never someone that listened to rumors, and even though as time went on Dream’s involvement in the young player’s death only became clearer, he still kept on working on Pandora's Vault. The Dream he met in the past would’ve never done such a thing. His friend Dream would’ve never done such a thing.

The L'manburgians would try to convince him to drop the job at every chance they got. He told them off multiple times, but no matter what argument he used, they all just scoffed and eventually bugged him again the next day. They called him delusional for still believing that Dream hadn’t changed, that he wasn’t a power hungry sociopath. For still believing that Dream cared.

He knew the members of the Badlands were on the same page as the L'manburgians, , but they either tried to support his decision as best as they could or at the very least tried to avoid the topic, and he was thankful for that, though at that point, it didn’t even matter anymore. The ember of hope that burned in him got dimmer as each day went by, and he just got too tired of fighting to keep it alive.

He had arrived at Pandora's Vault and he had started working on some contraptions. That day he had seen Quackity by the Prime Path, but instead of approaching him like any other day, he just watched him walk by helplessly. Sam knew that he hadn’t been trying to get him away from Dream just because of a vengeful desire. 

He was worried, just like any good friend would be. Maybe it was because, after losing Tommy, he wanted to hold everyone dear to him close, so that he could make sure he didn’t lose anybody else, but a part of him felt like he just couldn’t accept that Sam was safer standing by Dream’s side rather than his. Sam couldn’t blame him, he hated it too.