Dream SMP oneshots (98% Dream Centric) [Closed]

Silent scream|🖤💞

The idea is belonging to Kizahr

I'm only working with it.

Enjoy.

And sorry for the late post, I was busy.

Quackity had enough. Enough of Dream's screaming, begging... He was annoyed by his voice. So he decided to shut him up. Forever.

The lava slowly lovered, and Dream weakly raised his head, tired and broken gaze fell onto the visitor. The emerald orbs widened in fear, when the prisoner processed who stood on the platform. The duck hybrid grinned, as he pulled out his trusted axe, stepping inside the cell.

"Please don't.... Please... I can't." Dream begged, he was on the edge of tears. Quackity just rolled his eye (the other is disabled by the one and only blood god), and crouched to the level of the prisoner, who started trembling. He grabbed the face of the blonde with one of his hands, the other seraching in his pockets.

"You know, I'm bored hearing your voice." The duck stated, pulling oit a needle, a rather long string was in it already. Dream started squirming, trying to get away.
"Aww, it won't hurt. At least me." The evil smile burned inside the tormented man's brain, and he felt the sharp litle iron pierce trought his lips repeatedly. Tears ran down on his cheecks, as the sniches slowly closed his mounth shut permanently. When Quackity was done, he stood up, leaving a shaking, silently sobbing man on the ground. He called for Sam, then landed a final cick on the prisoner's stomach, before leaving. Dream slowly carved towards cauldron, standing up to shaky leggs. He saw his reflection in the dirty water. He was disquested by how he looked. There was a small place between the sniches, where he could place in small pieces of food if he tried. He needed a mask. That instant. So he reached for a book, starting to craft a mask. He draw a smiley face on it with blood, and placed it on his head. It was uncomfortable, but hid his horrible face, and that's what mattered for him.

Months, weeks, maybe years passed. He didn't know. But Quackity got bored with him at one time, so he was left alone. The ticking of the clock was interrupted by the sound of redstone. Dream looked up from his drawing, his motionless expression didn't changed, howewer the mask cowered it anyways, as he saw his ex best friends and the warden stepping inside his cage.

"C'mon Dream, you are free. But no funny bussinesses." Sapnap said, offering his hand for his friend. But Dream just flinched, and crawled away from the visitors, looking back to his draving, but shaking visibly.

"Dream? Are you alright?" George asked, walking closer. This caused the prisoner to back away ewen more, visibly trembling closing the book. The two friend was concerned. Dream was definietly not this jumpy before. Nor silent. Sapnap would expected at LEAST a word of dissapointment, or sarcasm, but Dream was awfully quiet, and it freaked eweryone out.

They then sucsessfully escorted the blob out of the horrid place they call Pandora's Vault. I guess the name fits, after all the prison lock out hope, just like it was locked inside of the original box. Outside stood ewery member, waiting anxiously for the trial of the man they considered terrible. They wanted to hear Dream apologise. They wanted to start ower... Litle did they know that nothing will be the same. As the "tyrant" stepped outside, the sun almost blinded him. It was summer, but the man, who get used to the temperature of the boiling cell, was shivering, not quite enjoying the outside. Technoblade was the first one to notice. Of course he was. He walked up to the boy, who stepped backwards, shivering now from fear too. But he wasn't carefull enough, he tripped in his own foot, falling backwards. The blood god's reflexes ackted, caching the boy before he could get hurt more. The pinkette helped him regain his balance, before carefully placing the cape on the boy.

"Don't worry Dream. I won't hurt you." He whispered, hugging the trembling boy.

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Techno just groaned, the voices being useless as always. Dream was trembling in Techno's embrance, slowly calming down.

"You alright mate?" Phil asked, but Dream just jumped a litle. It was seemingly all to much for him, so Techno did what he did with Tommy when the boy was litle. He gently pushed the ex prisoner's head against his chest, slowly draving circles on his back.

"It's fiiinnneee." He said in his monotone voice, making Dream somewhat calm down. The shaking of the boy slowly dissapeared, and his breathing stabilized, and he fell asleep shortly. Technoblade slowly settled him on the ground, and took off the ugly, discusting handmade mask. But what laid under it schocked eweryone, ewen Sam.

I'll continue if my idea comes back.

I'm sorry, this is terrible (ŏ﹏ŏ)