Your majesty

The Manberg Festival, pt 1

Dreamly's POV
"Come on Tubbo! We have to goooooooo!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the loud music and yells of happiness. Over the two months since I've moved back to Manberg, Schlatt had made me his "left hand woman" you know, Tubbo was his right hand MAN and I was his left hand woman. We headed toward the festival unaware of the festival's upcoming events. We played games and walked around and soon enough it was time for the speech. Tubbo and I headed to the stage it was still three hours until the speech but we had to check on Schlatt. Upon heading up onto the stage I saw a familiar shade of green. Dream. My father. He stood in the crowd. I walked on stage and stood on Schlatt's left side trying not to be caught staring at my father. He looked like he hadn't slept in months. There were dark bags under his eyes and his face was red. He'd been crying. My father never cried. But then I remember when George died. He cried. And remembered again that I, was also dead. Well, Dreamly was. Olivia was right here. "Who's that man Schlatt?" I whispered pointing at Dream. "That's Dream Taken. He is the King of the SMP." Schlatt said. "What happened to him?" I asked. "His only child was blown up by a creeper when she was pregnant and his husband was murdered." Schlatt said. My breath hitched. I stared at my father and I wanted to hug him. But it would blow my cover so it was probably best if I just didn—
"Hi I'm Olivia." I said holding my hand out to Dream. Didn't. Best if I didnt. Dream shook my hand. "Dream." I smiled. "Schlatt told me about your husband and your daughter and your grandchild. I'm so sorry for your loss." I said. He forced a smiled and made eye contact with me. He looked like he was gonna cry. "Thanks." He said. And I wanted to cry. "Meet me in the ally by the stage in 20 minutes." I said without even thinking. He looked confused and then nodded.

I stood in the ally. Holding my baby close. Dream, with his hood covering his head walk toward me. "What's this about?" He asked. He was eying Atlantis. "This," I said gesturing to the baby. "Is your granddaughter. Atlantis." Dream's eyes widened and ripped the hood off his head. Tears ran down his face. "Atlantis." He cried. "I knew Dreamly wouldn't chose something original." He laughed to himself. "And how did you know my daughter?" I smiled. "It's me dad." I said. I was going to cry now. "No. No it's not. Your dead." "You know that single gold fleck you have in your left eye?" I asked. He nodded. "Dreamly had it too didn't she?" "She did." I pulled out my contacts revealing my green eyes and that gold fleck in my left eye. He pulled me into his arms. "My daughter. Your alive. Your actually fucking alive." I handed him his granddaughter. "So. How's you and Wilbur since the wedding." He asked cradling the baby and as I stuck my contacts back in. "Well he started to go insane so I took Atlantis, changed my identity, and moved back to Manberg, but other then that good." He looked at me with concern filling his green eyes.

We sat in the ally and talked about everything just like we did when he was in prison. Maybe it wasn't the cleanest tidiest place to bring a two and a half month old baby but it was somewhere. "Dad. It seems like everything's finally falling together or is that just me?" He smiled. "Well every since George died and I thought you died, I had considered.. uh joining you? Like driving myself into a battle. Because if I was going down, I was going down in a blaze of glory." He smiled. "That's horrible dad." I said. "I know I know but I feel like it's all falling back into place. I have almost accepted the death of my husband."

~1 hour before Schlatt's speech~

We were still sitting in the ally. Talking. I told him the whole story. From me running from Manberg, to the creation of Pogtopia, to now. Footsteps headed toward us we both looked up and saw the man walking toward us. "Well well well. Isn't this a happy family reunion. Hello Dream, Dreamly. Did you miss me?"