Wilbur: Hey Dream, it's your turn to wash the dishes.
Dream: I'll wash the walls red with your blood!
Techno: Nah, his blood is nasty.
Wilbur: 'Kay, before you two are going to paint the walls with whoever blood, you are going to wash the dishes. And use soap, please.
*Tommy and Wilbur, sitting in jail.*
Wilbur: Sooo. Who are we gonna call?
Tommy: Ghostbusters? I would say Dream or Techno, but honestly, I feel safer in jail.
Techno: Wait, so why is your car broken?
Wilbur: Well we were driving-
Techno: No duh.
Wilbur: Ahem. As I was saying, we were driving-
(A.N he keeps on getting interrupted, lol.)
Dream: And I said, "Wilbur, DEER."
Techno: ...
Wilbur: ...
Dream: You wanna tell him what you said?
Wilbur: I said, "Yes darling?"
Dream, talking to the simps: Oh come, guys, I'm not that cute-
Wilbur: *Bursts into the room holding a 20,047,267,492,076,602,638,883-page long essay.*
Wilbur: Now let me explain to you EXACTLY why you are wrong.
Phil: Ok, are you guys d-
Techno: Deadly?
Dream: Dishonest and manipulative?
Wilbur: Dead inside and outside, + dying?
Tommy: Disliked?
Tubbo: Destructive?
Ranboo: Demonic?
Purpled: Depressed?
Phil: -done with your homework. What is wrong with you people?
Tommy, done with Dream's shit: *Sigh* So why exactly is the government out for you again?
Dream: Mass murder, arson, robbery, other felonies that I can't seem to remember, homicide, assault, slapping a cop-
Tommy: Slapping a cop?! Bruh you could go to jail for 6 months 'cause of that! What were you thinking?
Dream: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.
Tommy: You had Wilbur with you.
Wilbur: *Burying the boodies* In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.
Ranboo: What do you say when someone stabs you?
Dream: That's fair.
Tubbo: Wut.
Techno: Rude.
Wilbur: Not again.
Tommy: You want this back or can I have it?
Phil: You're paying for the hospital bill, not me.
Techno: Dream, are you the big spoon or the little spoon?
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One messed up family.
FanfictionDream was alone, in a sense. He still had patches. He still had Badboyhalo, or Bad, as he called him. He still had the voices, and as violent as they were, they were good company. Sure. His friends had left him. Sure, his family hated him. Still, he...
