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

Guilt 2|...🖤

You really tought it would be fluff huh? Well no luck bud.

Winner(s): You'll figure it out. Can't have the fun spoiled now, can we?

Dream was laying on the comfi bed. Quackity and Sam didn't really gave him any work to do, and this place was like a more human version of the prison, and the ex prisoner was happy for the change of the athmosphere. And Charlie, the slimey guy, came often and talked with him. For some strange reason the slime always had a curious aura when he was around the blonde, but Dream didn't sweat on it, it was probably the fact they never met each other... Right?

Quackity was sitting in his office when he heard a knock on his door.
"Come in!" He said, not looking up from the papers. When he heard the familyar stepps approaching his desk, he smiled with a -somewhat- fatherly smile.
"What can I do for you Charls?" He asked.

"I want to talk about Dream from..." The boy went silent.

"Go on, finish the scentence." Quackity looked up, only to be met with a concerned gaze.

"I... Can't. I don't know where he's belonging... I don't know where his heart is..." The slime looked away, and in shock, the duck hybrid fell out from his chair.

"What?!" The boy screamed, and fell out of his chair.

Meanwhile Sam went to check on Dream, who was currently sitting on his bed, writing into a book. When he heard the redstone starting to work, he looked up, and when he was met with the gaze of the warden, he smiled a litle. But his dull eyes didn't followed the motion, making the supposedly warm greeting seem rather sad.

"Hi. I.... Brought you rabbit stew..." Sam placed the bowl on the table. The ex(?) prisoner nodded gratefully, placing down the book. Sam looked at the arm of the boy. The timer shown 24 hours.

"Can you come here again tomorrow?" The boy requested, and the warden nodded, curiosity slowly filling his weins. He sat down to one of the chairs, gesturing for the admin to sit down to the other, who did so.

"How are you doing these days?" The creeper tried to start a small talk, making the other relax.

"Better, to be honest. It dosen't hurt to breath anymore. And some of my wounds are healed." The boy told the older happily.
"What's up with the egg problem?" He asked with curiosity.

"It's a headache. The next week from your relocation it cowered the prison immedantely. It... Spoke to me recently." Sam didn't know why, but he trusted in Dream with this information.

"Hey... Can I ask something?"

"I suppose, yes." Sam answered.

"Can I go and see the egg tommorow before lunch?" The admin requested eyes shining with hope.

"I have to talk with Quackity, but I think it's possible."

"Alright..."

The next day came faster than anyone could have expected. The SMP agreed to Dream's visit to the egg, the members of the eggpire were unusually happy. But hey, ewerything would be okay. If the admin acts up, he dies. 

"C'mon Dream. They let you see that brekfast material." Techno patted the back of the boy, and glanced at the timer that shoved 3 hours.
"You sure you want this?" The blood god was concerned to say the least, but the boy just nodded, an assuring smile plastered across his face.

"Don't worry. This is my last show, and I'm happy I can go out with a big bang." He chuckled, and Techno smiled sadly. Phil joined them halfway, his black wings were loosely hanging, the tips on the ground. The angel of death was tired, the preparation took up all his energy.

In the huge room where the egg took place, a crowd of people stood in a half circle, Dream in the middle facing the egg. He looked at the crowd, no, at Connor, and nodded with a warm and honest smile. The boy happily walked beside his mama, letting out baby blue wings, suprising eweryone. Dream let out white huge angel wings with green shade at the end of ewery feather, and then the two started to sing.

"Are you, are you, coming to the tree?" Black and dark blue flames cowered the egg, and the wines. The members of the eggpire let out an evil screech, as the song continued.
"Where I told you to run, so we both be free." The father song duo smiled at each other, and held each other's hands. On Connor's wrist there was a timer, going down just like his fathers. 60 seconds.
"Strange things happened here." Dream sang, hugging his son.
"How strange it could be?" Connor asked, a single teardropp ran down on his cheeck. They started turning into stone, as the black and blue flames destroyed the demonic being called the egg.
"We meet again, in the admin tree." The timer went to zero, and they turned into stone. The flames died down, leaving an empity basement, and a buch of people standing around two hugging statues.

Philza Minecraft is now admin.