Oblivion

Chapter 1 || Escapes and Deals

(No pov)
!!Mentions of death!!

-Five years later-

Dream smiled at the thought of his past friends, he had quite the history in his previous dimension, and now it was the same with his current one, luckily no one found out about where he actually came from... well... kind of.

Dream had gone from warm smiles, inside jokes, sparring, teasing, laughing, and helping people, to a completely different person.

The other 'SMP' members found it extremely horrifying that the warm and kind man managed to turn into a murdering, manipulating, betraying, ambushing, cold-hearted, and emotionless man that apparently didn't care about anything.

In reality Dream cried behind the mask from what he was forced to do, he cared so much about the dimension that helped him, what cruel world this was, wasn't it? He just wanted to go home...

Dream hadn't seen his sister in over five years, he honestly tried giving up on ever seeing Drista again but couldn't bare the thought, they'd been through everything together, escapes, thievery, abandonment, and the manhunts, part of Dream was certain she was alive but the other part was convinced that she was dead.

Throughout the years Dream had been here he spent most of his time in a library, always searching for spells to get him home, but instead he ended up in an obsidian room surrounded by lava and guilt.

The minute he had Tommy and Tubbo go to the mountain, he knew instantly how to get his sister back.

But just as he was going to let them go, Punz came through that portal.

And now here he was, in an obsidian cell.

No friends.

No family.

Nothing.

Just the hatred towards him.

Trustworthy.

Trustworthy was just a funny word, as soon as his mind whispered it to him, it mocked him.

Telling him something he wasn't.

Trustworthy.

Such a disgusting word now.

Techno came and left, he said he would get Dream out of the prison, but Dream might have to do it himself. He never wanted to expose himself as a hybrid on the smp, but he needed to get out of this cursed cell.

Oh wait-

Oh shit.

Karl.

(Dream's pov)

You know what? Scratch that, someone did know, an I pray that Karl will forgot eventually.

You know what? Scratch that all, I'm getting out of here. Right. Now.

I don't care the threats the make, I need to keep my secrets to myself, I sigh, how long had it been... seven years since I stretched my wings? I remember how to fly...