Dream SMP oneshots

Dream in prison

Tw: blood, gore, shouting, pain, suicide, torture, abuse, knives. If I missed any, please tell me! It's quite a triggering chapter so if you do get triggered, please don't read! Also, Janice I worry for your mind. Do you need therapy?
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"Dream, Quackity is here." The intercom sounded. Dream gulped. Nothing ever good ever happened when Quackity was around. The bridge moved towards the prison cell and there stood Quackity, a wheel in one hand and a large box in the other. A malicious smirk was set on his face, each step towards Dream fueled his confidence. Quackity put down the box with a loud thump. He set the wheel down and grinned.

"Dream oh Dream, your in for a treat today. See this wheel? Each section says how I will torture you today. We have 10 sections, and I will be nice and let you spin." Dream's face paled at each word. Shakily, he spun the wheel.

"Oho~ Carving?" Dream's eyes widened. No no no no no, he thought, as Quackity pulled out a knife and smirked. Slowly, Quackity dug the blade into Dream's skin, carving out the words"failure""disappointment" and so on. Dream screamed and cried and anguish. Blood outlined the words as Quackity mercilessly dug the blade continuously.

After what seemed like an eternity, Quackity stopped and pulled the wheel out again."This is getting boring, new one now ay?" Dream feebly opened his eyes. There stood the wheel. He had no choice but to spin it once more.

"Boiling water?" Quackity laughed. Dream whimpered. Quackity put back the bloody knife and pulled out 2 pitchers of boiling water. Before he could do anything, a high pitched scream rang out.

Dream lost too much blood
Lives: 2

Quackity saw Dream's body now clean of any scars or wounds. A clean canvas. With a sinister chuckle, he began pouring the water all over his arms and legs before cutting deeper this time. When a player loses a life, they feel like their body is being ripped from them, and therefore are extremely vulnerable for the first 24 hours. Quackity was well aware of this since he was currently on 2 lives, and oh boy did he take advantage of it.

Dream's screams were music to his ears. He wanted to show Dream how much pain and suffering he had brought the SMP. Soon, he realised that Dream could no longer spin the wheel and he spun it himself.

"He he he he he, AHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA! Endless torture, here I come~"

Dream was in pure agony, excruciating pain rippling through his veins, screams ripped from his throat. With one more stab to the stomach, a message was pinged

Dream lost too much blood
Lives: 1

Now, Dream would remember what killed him and who had done so. His green emerald eyes became a dull forest green, his dirty blond hair now stained permanently with blood, his shirt was torn and feet were bare. It was quite a disgusting sight to see. Quackity gave a low chuckle," I'll be back tomorrow."

Dream, on the other hand, would not wait for "tomorrow". As soon as the Netherite blocks were pulled down, Dream summoned all his energy and plunged into the lava. On the communicator, a tune rung.

It was The Death Tune

Dream tried to swim in lava
Dream is now GhostDré

Gasps echoed through the land. What now?

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Hello! ViolentA here again. Should I make a part 2?
Word count: 580 words

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