"Just let me see the sun"

Chapter 1

Tick... Tick..... Tick....... Tick....... How long has it been? Hearing the same ticking noise, counting the seconds until Quackity comes again. Counting how many times he's prayed to XD to let him out, for anyone to help and stop the pain. Did anyone even know? Quackity said they did. They didn't care.. did they? They thought he was a monster, a problem, a villain they put away so they can be the hero.

How was it fair? to be forgotten in the dirt...His thoughts were stopped by the lava falling, as slow as it can be. Dream slowly turned his head from the clock to the honey warm glow of orange lava that seemed ugly to him now. Why though? he didn't understand. The prisoner stood up putting his hands together in front of him as he leaned tiredly on the rough dark black- purple obsidian wall. "Hello sir.." He said, in a rough voice, scratchy from the screaming, the crying, the begging, ....they praying.... "Why, Hello Dream! How have you been?" Dream, was about to answer before Quackity chimed in, "I don't care, let's get started already hm?" He asked, looking at the other man with a twisted looking glee in his eye, and Dream fears it..

Quackity just smirked, taking out his tools from his now blood covered bag, "So, what game should we play today?" He asked, picking up sheers and staring him down like a hawk. Dream gulped, hugging himself and keeping his eyes on the bag. "I- sir please.." He tried to beg, looking at Quackity. Quackity's smile went away, and turned into a scowl, "This" he lifted his arms, "can all end in a snap." He said, snapping in Dream's face. "All you need to do... is listen. And obey. Or... give the revive book? Don't expect me to pity you, your act isn't gonna work on me." He said in a dangerously low voice, lifting the sheers and digging them deep into Dream's arm. He closed the sheers and tore a big patch of skin off, leaving Dream to scream and cower away into nothing but a sobbing, apologetic mess.

"That's more like it" He said with another growl and grabbed the axe. He walked over, taking one of Dreams wings. Being an Ender Dragon hybrid meant he had pretty big wings, hints of purple. "Such pretty wings.. would be a shame if-" he tugged the wings as Dream tried to get away from the axe swinging at where his back connects to them. He loud high pitch scream came from the small cell, Sam could hear it. He always does. A few more swings and both wings are off, a pool of blood forming, drippng don Dream's scarred back. Dream felt light headed, numb. Why can't he think straight? "Actually.... I think i've given you enough chances. Don't you think?" He asked, grabbing Dreams hair, having a tight grip and slamming his head in the wall. "I think, you should be exicuted. That will be fun right?" Dream shakes his head, quicker then he thought he could. "N- no please! Sir!"

"Be quiet!"

Silence.

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"An exicution. Held tomorrow at sunset,understand?" Quackity asked, Dream just nodded softly staying quiet as hot tears ran down his face. "Great. I'll be back for you tomorrow, maybe then you'd give me what I want." He said, going to the Lava. "Sam! I'm ready!" and with that, Quackity left and Dream could finally sleep. But one thing stuck in his mind. One day left to live... He prayed one last time. "Just... let me see the sun.." 

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As planned, Sam took Dream out the cell, everyone gasping at what they saw, a selective few not there to see. Dream was quiet, the sun. The beautiful outside, he smiled as he was shoved down with a whince, Quackity raising the axe, wasting no time in killing the other.