A Matter Of Self

Sleep Little...

You have forgotten I see?

Dre was pretty sure they were asleep, after having a long day of play with Cheerful.

Much is lost, but not beyond repair

"I don't understand?" Dre said, blinking in surprise as it came out in an actual voice.

I know my dear Dreamer, mortals cannot see the fog of deception as you or I

Dre looked down at his body within dreams, and found himself to have hands. Which was confusing, as didn't have any as he should be a blob.

"I don't know why... my heart hurts..." Dre whispered, long robed arms circled around him a warm presence that seemed familiar.

My Child, even though your mind forgot your heart remembers

He barely noticed the beautiful wings surrounding them, wings belong to the one hugging him from behind.

"I'm scared... but I don't know why," he admitted.

Shhh.... relax the other whispered, soothing him even though I cannot interfere, I am always here even unseen

With the comfort of this being, Dre felt himself fall into a deeper sleep.

Sleep well my Dreamer

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Ranboo couldn't resist, he took a picture.

What he was seeing was to cute not to take, he'd woken in the morning for a bathroom run and checked on Michael to find the tiny child fast asleep and curled around the tiny white creature they'd adopted.

"Boo?" Tubbo asked yawned, walking down the hallway where Ranboo stood with a camera.

"Take a look," Ranboo whispered, Curious Tubbo peered into the room.

"Awww..." Tubbo said with a smile.

Michael sneezed cutely in his sleep.

They stood there a moment, then shuffled back to there room as it was rather to early to get up.

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"Where is the book Dream, it won't hurt as much if you give me the revive book."

"Never," 'Dream rasped.

"I gave you the chance."

The pickaxe came down.

Behind his mask, 'Dream' smirked wickedly as the hatred grew in the air poisoning and spreading corruptions.

They made it so easy.