Just a random group of stories centred around Dream. Can't say they will be any good, however, here you go. Enjoy.
These shorts include a variety of different Dream forms, so hopefully, there is something here for everyone. As well as different cha...
- WARNING!!!! Description of blood, dead corpses and violence. Please don't read if you're not a fan, also there will be constant switching of perspective. This may get annoying, I have tried my best to make it easier to read. However, you have been WARNED! -
-Dream was slain by Quackity wielding The Warden's Will. -
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The ominous message appeared in chat bringing a tidal wave of emotions to all who read it.
Quackity dismounted the platform, wiping the blade clean upon a stray piece of fabric. The body of Dream left to slowly rot away within the enclosed cell.
"What have you done!" Sam released his anger onto Quackity. "Now everybody knows something is up between us!! How are we gonna explain this???"
"Oh calm down drama king. No one will care." Shrugging the taller off, Quackity waltzed to the exit. "They'll thank me for ending him, he wasn't giving that secret up. So, he may as well take it to his grave. Whereas you on the other hand won't be treated the same if you answer incorrectly..." The portal sparked to life. "Now I have a country to run, I'll see you around Sammy." Just like that, the portal went out leaving Sam alone with Quackity's threat hanging above his head.
'The others would be furious if they found out he allowed Quackity to torture Dream.' Pausing his paces, 'I could say Quackity manipulated me? No, but that would be wrong. Then, what should I do?' Sam continued to pace around the prison. Fingers traced every dent in the wall, while his eyes remained glued to the floor. 'What if they're all disappointed because they weren't the ones to torture him? That could be a possibility, but...' Sneaking a glance at the Wardens Will snuggly tucked into its scabbard, the newest reminder of his failure.
When Tommy saw the notification, he was confused and then overjoyed. The bastard was dead! Yet, a foreboding feeling traveled up his spine, whispering promises of trouble ahead shutting down the aforementioned joy.
Tubbo announced: Mandatory meeting in front of the prison.
Netherite armour strapped on tightly. Healing, Fire resist and Speed boost potions tucked neatly away in his inventory. Tommy plotted his route to the prison. Kicking stones along the way, a stray stone managed a headshot on zombie.
A horde followed him the entire way there. The headshot zombie led the charge following him straight into broad daylight. Instantly the sounds of burning mobs filled the peaceful forest.
"Haha! Suckers! I'd hate to be you!!" Tommy shouted back. One zombie got a hit in and set him alight. Tommy wasn't happy after that.
Tumbling into the clearing, rolling on the spot until the fire went out. Bolting to attention, he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.
"I'm not late am I?"
"You know what, I'm not gonna ask." Puffy sighed, her fluffy white hair following the motion of her head.
