Short Stories of the SMP centred around Dream

Hey Kid, you doing okay?

-Warnings mentions murder, use of vulgar language (sorry Bad), poaching and slavery(kinda).-

-let's get this over with, alright in this story Fundy and Dream never went on that date. Dream turned him down. Got it! Another thing, ghosts don't exist in this world. The server is an entire world covered in ruins after the end! Most of the plot is the same except for a few things... I'll explain later. -

-Another warning this is over 3,000 words so have fun reading this.-

White quartz framed the room with bookshelves filled with knowledge lining the walls. A contract sat in front of him. His pen dipped in ink readied for an hour of signatures. Quackity hated diplomacy or anything related to governments because of what they did to his family. Even though one of them were responsible for the entire situation, but he doesn't hold that against them. Only what he had to do afterwards.

His door burst open and a blur zips underneath his desk.

"Hey, Sunshine what's wrong?" Quackity chirped to the shadow underneath his desk.

"Shh! Pretend that I'm not here?" The younger whispered.

A nervous smile sat upon the younger's face. Quackity playfully rolled his eyes and carefully repositioned himself around the hiding child. No one would ever harm his kid ever again, and if they did. He'd kill everyone on the server and then himself.

-A Quackity flashback-

He was arguing with Sam over what the prisoner needed. "Sam, you need to believe me Dream can't just eat raw potato's he needs gemstones as well."

"When did you care about Dream Quackity? I thought you hated him? And why gemstones?" A puzzled expression was sent to Quackity, who shrugged it off and continued to walk further into the prison.

They paused at the lava.
"Just hop onto the smooth stone and don't move or else!" Sam warned, walking to the other side of the room. The wall was covered in switches and buttons, Quackity didn't bother watching. He was more focused on the green man on the other side of the lava. "Moving now!"

The lava fell and Quackity saw Dream pacing around the five by five space. His signature green hoodie was replaced by an ugly orange jumpsuit.

Hands neatly folded behind his back, Quackity now stood inside of the cell. "You have five minutes and then I'm coming over! And you're both explaining why Dream needs gemstones!" Sam shouted over the lava lake. "Also, no funny business Dream!"

"Yes sir!" Dream mocked.

"Hello Dream." Quackity stepped further inside, eyebrows quirking up as Dream backed away from him.

"Hello Quackity, it's 'nice to see you." The taller backed himself into a corner.

"Drop the act." Quackity took a step closer. "It's been long enough."

"Straight to the point as always." Dream chuckled dryly. He inched away carefully, fingers nervously fiddling with his cuffs. White porcelain mask tilting away from him

Neither spoke for the remaining minutes, both awaited Sam's arrival. Porcelain mask watched the lava fall once more, Sam's figure appearing on the other side catching both of their attentions.

"Do you know why Quackity is here Dream?" Sam asked once he stepped into the cell.

The older towering over Dream, black soulless eyes glared back into small black beady ones.

"Nope, he didn't bother to elaborate." Dream turned the mask away from Sam's gaze, fingers continuing to fiddle with the cuffs of his suit.

"Do you want to explain yourself Quackity, maybe that'll help him understand." Sam turned to the smaller.