30 Years (DSMP)

Chapter 35 - The Real Origin

In the next few weeks Technoblade ordered the start to rebuild the town. Completing the citizen's houses first, they left the palace shelter in a couple of weeks and back to their rebuilt homes. The funeral for Wilbur had been done and over with. He's body was buried next to the queen. Tommy was announced as the next heir to the public. Tubbo and Ranboo continued to live in the palace. Ranboo continued his training with Tommy to try and to take the place of the in- command who would go on to be General soon. No one visited Dream after Tommy's first visit apart from Tubbo. Ghostbur went around town being a friendly person to anyone he met. Everyone felt weird that their Prince was talking to them like a normal person, like he never was a royal member at all but eventually would end up having small conversations with him. Ghostbur started his own library in the palace. Collecting information from around the Town in his free time, the library was open to anyone on the weekends. Tubbo became the only ever person to visit Dream to give him food and to tend to his wounds. They would have small conversations in the 5 or 10 minutes Tubbo was in his cell, Dream gradually started to be more comfortable around Tubbo and actually feel like his old self again.

"If you don't mind me asking, what are you?" Tubbo asked removing the bandage around Dream's torso a few weeks later. Dream went quiet. He hadn't revealed what he truly was and the origin story that everyone was spreading around was the only thing closest to the real story, kind off.

"*sigh* you promise you won't tell anyone...?"

"I won't tell anyone." Tubbo said pausing his work and sitting down against the wall next to him.

"So, the story of my parents being the two gods and me being a cursed mortal isn't really true in a way. I thought was just a normal human until around your age. I was just off on my own in a forest one day when something, I'm still not entirely sure what, just took over me. I just fell to the floor and when I gained conscious I freaked out to see myself with green eyes. There were green particles landing around me and I had no idea what happened. I went back to my town but... it was all gone. Everything was blown up and nothing was there. I headed to my home to only find that...th-" Dream went quiet. Tubbo noticed something run down his cheek. The drop falling onto his sleeve and blotting the area dark green.

"My parents had left. They had blown up the town. I didn't know why, but they had left a book. It said something that just enraged me. They revealed how they were the God of Destruction and Misfortune. They told that it was prophesized for me to get my abilities at that age. But they...they left their lives of human and back to the skies as gods... leaving me alone to figure this out on my own... They didn't want to have to deal with helping me... they didn't care... they didn't give a f**king sh*t of what I thought about all this..." Tubbo started to pick up a bit of anger in Dream and started to slowly back away from where he was sitting. He was glad to have do that, when Dream, without warning, swung his arm into the wall where Tubbo's head would've been. The obsidian cracked and pulling his hand away the pieces fell to the floor. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you or anything..." He said pulling his arm back and getting into a cannonball position and tucking his head in. "Tubbo, I'm a god of some sort. I don't know a god of what, but either way I'm not human like I thought I was. That's why I don't feel any pain. I'm an immortal. No one can kill me. And that's what my curse is. I can't even kill myself if I wanted to. I'm cursed to live forever" Tubbo didn't know what to say. Out of everyone, Dream was the last person he would have thought to have an issue like that.

"What... what about the mask?" Tubbo asked sitting back next to him carefully.

"It's my father"

"what..."

"After a few years I was able to hunt him down and I didn't hold back. I let him know the mistake he did by leaving."

"Why the smile...? In the skull and your banner?"

Dream wore a weak smile. "You know the one thing right in that rumored story is that I have my father and mother's mentality. Despite f**king hating that they are my parents, I still for some reason find joy in seeing others go through hell. I guess it's because I'm just having a bad time and want others to suffer just because their having a good time and I'm jealous maybe... I don't know... you know, I sometimes wonder what it would be like if my life was normal. I didn't have to deal with all of these things and just have a regular life." Dream said giving a weak scoff and looking down at the floor.

"I'm going to be honest... That must be a lot..." Tubbo said forgetting Dream as who he was and instead a regular person who just wanted to talk.

"Oh its fine *sniff* I don't really have a choice right? I can't just end it either... I might as well just spend the rest of... ever in this cell..." Dream said getting up and going over to the sink. The water dripped down his face and chin cleaning the tears.

"Is there anything I can do?" Tubbo asked still sitting on the floor next to Dream's spot.

"No, it's ok though. Having someone listen to me was enough" He said sitting on the bed right beside of Tubbo.

"Well, if it's the only thing I can do. Also how... old are you?" There was a silence.

"I don't know"

"Oh. I mean that's ok. I guess the age doesn't really matter when it comes to you right...?" Tubbo asked hoping he didn't mess up on what to say.

"Tubbo, I think you should go now... thanks for listening though. But I'll see you later..." Dream said lying down on the bed and turning to face the wall.

"Sure. I'll be back tomorrow to give you your food. See you!" Tubbo said closing the cell door and leaving. Walking back Tubbo realized that Dream wasn't just a person with a black soul. He's just a hurt soul that was protecting itself with the shell of power. He wanted power to not reveal how he actually was. Tubbo didn't know if he should tell Tommy or anyone. He never broke any promise on personal issues, but this was something that could change everything.

Dream smiled, satisfied he was able to trick Tubbo. He was able to make Tubbo think he was sad. He used Tubbo's gullibility to his advantage. Dream wasn't sad. Though the story he said is the true one, he doesn't care. He saw that he had power and that he found joy in other people's pain, and that's enough for him. Dream doesn't care if his parents cared or not. He doesn't care that his town was blown up. All he cares about is power. As long as he had power and the ability to have people fear him, Dream didn't care and for the first time since he came to the prison he regained the feeling of power again.