Short Stories of the SMP centred around Dream

A bird who doesn't wish to fly pt 1

- Here we go! Enjoy this train wreck of a pt 1! Please leave comments on sections that could do with improvements or where I stuff up. Thank you again for checking out my fanfiction! Goodbye!-

-January 13th, 2021 -

- Dream's secret base -

His plan had to succeed no matter the cost. Emerald eyes stared at the blade in his hands, his wings twinged at the thought of what would follow. Cold steel was gently placed against the shoulder blade of his shimmering wings. Gently pressing downwards, the first trickles of blood-stained snow-white feathers wine red.

"What'cha ya doing there, Dream?" A monotone voice asked from behind.

- December 10th, 2020 -

- Tommy's exile tent, Logshedstire -

"Shit. Shit. SHIT!"

Calm hands straightened Tommy's back as the child continued to spasm violently. "It's going to be okay Tommy, I've messaged Phil and Techno. Someone will arrive shortly. In the meantime, I need you to relax your back."

"It hurts so bad!" Tommy barely managed to speak before screaming once more.

Talking wasn't helping, so gentle, reassuring movements were used to communicate to the panicking child. Squeezing the younger's hand, Dream whispered, "Nearly there." The sound was absorbed by the heart-wrenching screams as two large bony wings erupted from Tommy's back. Squishy pink flesh slowly encircled the bony limbs. A wildfire of fiery red feathers lined themselves across the exposed flesh. The two wings fluttered before flopping to the ground. Tommy was out cold, leaving Dream to quietly work. Tending to the younger's wounds, Dream's mind wandered. Bandages were neatly wrapped around the delicate wings nevertheless, they were heavy as Dream trudged onwards.

"Why can't they be lighter!" Dream cursed, taking another step up the steep hill. Tommy's limp form resting upon his back. "Just a couple of miles left, and then I can rest!" The promise of soft sheets and a warm cup of tea drove Dream on.

- December 11th, 2020 -

- Dream's secret base -

"Morning sleepyhead! Get enough rest after screaming all night?" Dream teased as he entered the small bedroom. His porcelain mask sat perfectly upon his face.

"Where am I? This isn't my tent!" Tommy shouted, his voice hoarse.

"You're in my secret base. You need a safe place to stay while your wings finish developing, hatchling." Dream stated as he placed a tray down upon Tommy's lap. "Eat. I'll bring you a drink of water."

"Wait!" Tommy shouted (tried to). "Why are you helping me?"

"It's the least I can do for separating you from your family at such a critical time." Dream said, turning and making for the door once more.

"What do you mean separating me from my family?" Tommy asked.

"You're officially on the way to becoming an avian Tommy. Meaning your family should have been there for your hatching. Not me." Tommy watched the older man leave the room, the atmosphere he left was tense.

Shaking off the feeling that there was more to his enemy than meet the eye. Tommy decided to take in the details of the small room. White walls with dark oak logs framed the room nicely. Dark oak furniture complimented the look. Potted plants were placed around the room at random while Redstone lights were incorporated into the ceiling.

A singular window sat on Tommy's right, the view it gave was mesmerising. He appeared to be somewhere warm, with large mushrooms scattered amongst dark oak trees. The bleating of sheep and mows from cows drifted into the room. Wherever he was, it was beautiful. Peaceful even. On Tommy's left were two doors, one lead out the other, Tommy presumed was the bathroom.