One messed up family.

No.5

Hi. So. How's life? Now...  I AM SO SO SORRY THAT THIS IS COMING OUT LATE!! I'VE BEEN TRYING TO MAKE SURE THEY COME OUT ON TIME, BUT NOW I REALIZE THAT THAT IS VERY DIFFICULT. Anywho, I 4got to mention, again, that Techno never got trapped in the prison with Dream. Also, I HATE AUTO CORRECT.  LIKE BISH, YES I KNOW THAT "DREAM." IS TECHNICALLY USED WITH AN "A" OR AN "THE" IN FRONT OF IT. BUT NOT IN THIS FANFIC, SO NO!! AHHHHHHHHHHH- Agent_Fluff has been kicked b/c of extremely obnoxious screaming and yelling. 

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"You ok big man?" _________ knew him. He knew this boy with sun-kissed hair. He this boy, with azure blue eyes that shone with knowledge, and pain. He knew this boy- or at least, he knew he was supposed to. And, he knew, somewhere deep inside his heart, that he had caused most of this boy's misery that was evident on his face. 

-EAM. DREAM. RESPOND TO ME RIGHT NOW. DREAM. 

Not Dream. He said back quietly. Please, not Dream. 

Oh, thank the gods.  I don't think I've ever been that worried for a human since... never. 

Technically, he's not a human, and secondly, no need to thank the gods when I'm right here. 😏

Wut the huh? You're a God?? Also, how do you do the emojis? 

You shall learn child. You shall learn.

  ______ chuckled slightly at the voices antics. Annnnd that was when he remembered the boy. Oops. (A.N Bruh. u just went from a panic attack to a chill child. Wtf???) 

Tommy Pov now bishes. 😏😏😏😏😏

Tommy was in confusion. The person, for he was still refusing to call him Dream, was laughing. Was there some joke that he was missing? He had just had a panic attack. Wat da fuqu was going on?? Seriously though, the man was looking like he had never seen a person before. Tommy took this time to study him. He had lang, pale, slightly grey, sandy-blond hair that was tied up in a man bun. An assortment of freckles was spread out across his face, like constellations. His eyes looked washed out, like someone had taken a sponge and tried to suck all of the colors out of them. He could see that they were originally green though. An emerald green. Like Dream's eyes, a tiny part of him said. He was wearing an oversized mint green mock turtle neck hoodie, dotted with little patches of red sewn on. He wore dark grey jeans that were slightly faded. There was a chain attached to his pants, and on that chain was a circular smiley mask. Dreams mask, Tommy realized with a start. And he was right. It was almost a replica. It had all the same dents, all the same. An abundance of burn marks, scratches, and blood were littered all over messily. The only difference was the fact that it had a large crack down the middle.  

After a long and awkward silence, Tommy spoke up. 

"Who are you?" He asked, shuddering slightly when a burst of cold wind flew across his shoulders.

"I-I don't know. Who are you?"  

"What how can you not know who you are? Oh, and I'm Tommy."

The man looked down in shame, sadness crossing his face. Tommy sighed, already kinda annoyed. 

"Look, I'm sorry, but-"

"They say I'm Dream. But I don't want to be. Dream hurts people. I don't want that." At this, Tommy's heart went cold. This, he realized, was Dream's ghost. He did his best to put on a blank face, but in reality, he was scared.  This was the ghost of the man who hurt him, hurt his friends, killed him, and manipulated him. Even as a ghost, he could be dangerous. And manipulative. But... if he was a ghost, then that would mean that he lost his memory. And if he lost his memory... maybe, just maybe, he can be changed. Maybe. 

"Well, Dream, we need to get you out of here," Tommy said, choosing his words carefully.  "so, do you want to come over to my place?" 

"Not Dream." Dream said. "I don't want to be him. And wouldn't I be intruding if I came over- TOMMY WATCH OUT." Tommy didn't need to be told twice. As soon as he heard the familiar hissing sound, he swiftly turned around. Cursing, he killed the creeper without much difficulty. 

"Shit. We need to leave now. It may be almost light, but it's not, and there are still mobs out. That wouldn't be a problem if we were still on the path but now we're in the middle of the forest. And the worst part is that I have absolutely NO idea where we are." As Tommy said this, Drea- sorry, not Dream's face paled. If it could pale, it was already really transparent. Tommy, who was now soaked, due to the increasing rain, urged him to hurry. 

"Come on! We need to go-"

"I can't. I- the rain burns." 

"Ahhhhh. Yep, forgot 'bout that." Tommy knew what he needed to do, but it was not something he wanted to do. Yuck. 

With a slight hesitation, Tommy charged. He went straight for a couple of stable trees nearby, sliding under the feet of an unsuspecting zombie. He clambered back up swiftly, not missing a beat. With a twist, he dodged an incoming arrow. He stabbed a creeper right in the solar plexus with his ax as it snuck up on him, killing it instantly. With a start, he realized he had reached the tree. He looked back to see a hoard of mobs. Quickly, he turned back to the tree, trying to mine the tree before they got to him. And, surprisingly, he did. Well, almost. As he mined the last block, he felt a rotten hand grab his shoulder. With a wrench, he pulled his way out of the thing's grasp. It was a zombie. A zombie, an undead. Its hair was falling out, and you could tell that it was newly turned by the way that blood dripped from its eyes. Then, he ran straight back to the tree stump, with the new blocks in his hand. Next time, he thought. I'm bringing cobblestone. 

Another awkward silence filled the hollow tree as Tommy and... wait, what was he supposed to call him? Tommy sighed, not wanting to be in this situation. That's when a small voice spoke up.

"Can-can you tell me who... who I was?" Tommy looked back at him in surprise. 

"I thought you said that you didn't want to be-"

"No, no, not like that. I DON'T want to be Dream, but I want to know what happened. Please? They won't tell me much." Tommy wondered who 'They' were, but did not press. 

"You were Dreamwastaken. A villain, a friend, and a powerful person. Many think that it was that power that corrupted you. Badboyhalo, one of your only friends after the whole prison thing, said you just wanted a family. I don't know which side I'm on, but... you had killed me. That's all I'm going to say for now." He was silent, hurt, guilt, and many more emotions flashing across his face. 

"I'm sorry. But- I think- I don't know, but I think that Dream hadn't wanted to kill you. I think that he had made a deal with someone. Sorry-"

"It's fine," Tommy said. That was all he needed to say. For, it was fine. Those were the words that he had wanted to hear since his death. It may not have made up for it, no, but it was a start. A good start. "you aren't him. You, don't need to apologize." At this, he glowed. "Now, what do I call you?" 

"Ummm... Gream?"

"No."

"Dhrost?"

"Is that a cleaning detergent?"

"Ghost dream?"

"Too long."

"Duck?"

"Wut."

"Someone called me that at one point I think."

"Ohhh. K, but no."

"Daydream? Day for short?" 

"YES!" Tommy shouted, slightly scaring Day. "I lovesssss it!" Daydream chuckled, his joy increasing. 

"Alright. I guess I should introduce myself, huh? Hi, my name is Daydream, your neighborhood-friendly ghost."

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So. I may not be able to post tomorrow, but I shall try!! Also, that was my first fight scene. U could prob tell, lol XD

Have a good day/night my nuggies.-Fluff.