Short Stories of the SMP centred around Dream

A bird who doesn't wish to fly pt 2

-January 13th, 2021 -

- Dream's secret base -

His plan had to succeed no matter what. Emerald eyes stared at the blade in his hands. Snow white wings unfolded behind him, feathers brushing against the wooden floor. He pressed the cold steel into his shoulder blade. Slowly moving it downwards, the first trickles of blood-stained snow-white feathers. He could feel the blade dig deeper until, "What're you doing there, Dream?" A monotone voice caught him off guard.

"Nothing..." Dream ripped the dagger out of his wing and tucked it into his hoodie pocket. Porcelain mask hiding the pained expression perfectly.

"U-huh? Give me the dagger Dream. Or I will take it by force." Techno straightened their posture, towering over Dream.

"What dagger?" He tried to play it off, but the outstretched hand ended the conversation. Begrudgingly handing the weapon over, Dream pouted. He was so close, so why did Techno stop him?

"Why are you like this?" Techno asked as he tucked the weapon away.

Dream tried to play it cool. "That's an odd question for you to ask Technoblade?"

"Just answer the question nerd, we've known each other for five years, and I know that expression." Arms crossed stubbornly Techno watched Dream like a hawk did its prey.

"It doesn't matter why I don't need them, just let me be rid of them!!" Dream's anger boiled over.

"I don't think so Dream. Not unless you answer my question." Nothing, Dreams mouth sealed itself shut. "Thought so." Techno huffed. "I'm confiscating all weapons from this house until you stop this behaviour."

"You wouldn't!" Dream growled.

"Try me." Techno hissed back.

- January 16th, 2021 -

- Dream's secret base -

Three days after Techno caught Dream trying to clip his wings, all weapons in the house had been confiscated. Dream wasn't pleased by this, and neither was Tommy when he found out. The younger lectured the older for hours. 

"Why would you do that to your wings Dream?!" Tommy got right up into Dream's face. "You told me an Avian's wings are their pride! So why would you try to cut yours off?!?" Fist clenched Dream took it, his mouth sealed shut once more. "Dream, please talk to me!" The younger begged. "Please!!"

It was quiet and bitter. "Stop it."

"What?" Tommy asked.

"STOP IT!!" Dream shrieked. "Stop acting as if you care! I hurt you! I've hurt your family! I've hurt everyone!"

"I know! But, you've helped me!" Tommy retaliated. "After everything I've called you, you've treated me like a human being! You're not a bad person! And this is coming from me!!"

"I helped you because nobody else was there! If you were in L'Manburg right now we'd be having an entirely different conversation!" Dream snapped back. "None of this was supposed to happen, Tommy! And I'm not a FUCKING person! I'm the monster! The green bastard!! Don't you remember that Tommy? Where is that Tommy? Where's the Tommy who doesn't trust me, the Tommy who knows I'm plotting and that none of this is real! I'm just bidding my time until..." Dream froze, realising his slip up, Dream zipped his mouth once more. 

"What do you mean bidding your time, Dream?" Silence befell the home. "What do you mean Dream?" Tommy asked, his voice demanding an answer.

"It doesn't matter." He stormed up the stairs. The sound of his door slamming ended the conversation.