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There was something stressful in the air, the ender hybrid and his husband were talking is hushed tones a lot.
Dre didn't like it, the tenseness seemed to dig at his skin scream at him that something was about to go down.
"Micheal, I want you to stay in your room and be quiet alright. If anyone else come sin but us, I want you to hide alright," Ranboo told the child, the zombie piglin child nodded understanding, gently Tubbo kissed his head.
"We'll be back soon okay, you just play with Ghosty alright," Tubbo told him, Micheal beamed at the thought of a day of play with his tiny friend.
Dre gave a tiny huff, Ghosty was a name in a long list of names they'd tried to give him. His name was Dre, not Ghosty, not Mushroom, not Cookies... no matter how funny it was or Blobby.
They'd only tried Blobby once, he'd been so annoyed at that name he'd thrown a cup off a table.
No one, not even himself had known he could create tiny arms till that moment. That was the worst name so far, and there had been many more.
They had a name, it was Dre.
Wasn't there fault no one could understand him.
Another thing, they'd discovered Dre's body had no gender but he'd decided that he was a he.
Tubbo only tried to put him in a tiny dress once, he'd stopped trying when Dre started hiding his bee ornaments.
The three humanoids were all nicknamed in his mind, Ranboo was the big one, Tubbo was bee and Micheal his playmate was Cheerful.
"Chrr?" Dre asked worriedly.
"Keep him safe Ghosty," Tubbo said, gently patting the blobs tiny head.
"Chrrrrrrr," Dre purred, of course he'd protect Cheerful.
Then they were gone, leaving the two smaller beings to play.
"Lets play Ghast!" Micheal said happily, Dre cheered.
Hours later Dre paused, a frown on his tiny face.
Unknown to him, it was at that moment 'Dream' was imprisoned.
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A Matter Of Self
FanficThe Dreamon was not kicked from the body, instead it allowed it to displace Dream. Now Dream is stuck in a body not his own, his memories fading... he knows there is unlikely to be a rescue.