Trigger Warning ⚠️
-implied suicide
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Dream was never good enough.
There always had to be something wrong with what he did. Something he should have done differently, something he should change.
His content was never high quality enough. Never entertaining enough. It always took too long for videos to come out. Those videos were too short. They were "scripted". They were trash. They were cringe. He could have done better.
No one was ever sasified with what he did. It didn't even stop at his videos.
His merch was too expensive. It was cheap quality. The designs were stupid and too simple. He was being too lazy with it. He just wanted his fans money.
He didn't stream enough. He hardly streamed anymore. He thought he was "too good" for his fans now. That's what they all thought.
His music was bad too. His voice sucked. There was such better stuff out there. He didn't deserve any of the love on his songs. The lyrics were all cringe and it was just another money grab.
That's all he wanted. Money. He had such a big ego. Thought he was so important and had so sort of god compex.
His fan base was so toxic too. They were all insane and sensitive. Complaining about everything under the sun. They had no taste in good content. No wonder they liked such a pathetic guy.
Dream was always the monster to everyone. He could never do anything good no matter how hard he tried. Even if he had the best of intentions it always seemed to be spun the other way.
Eventually, he started to think that maybe he was a monster. No one really liked him anyway. Sapnap had left to go to London. Even he couldn't stay around long. He obviously perferred George.
George.
He was the one whose opinion really mattered. He was the only one Dream had ever truly loved.
He was the sunshine on the rainy days.
He was a diamond in a pile of useless rocks.
He was Dream's prince charming.
So as Dream sit on his bathroom floor slumped against the wall, razor blade in hand, he decided to give it one last shot. He lifted his scarred and bloody arm to his phone to call out for his prince to come save him, and clicked on George's contact. It rang and rang and rang. Until it didn't. Until it was George's voicemail claiming he "wasn't available currently" and would "call you back later".
Of course George wasn't there. He didn't love Dream anyway. The prince doesn't come save the monster. How could he love a monster? George wanted him gone just like everyone else.
And with his last bit of hope crushed, Dream picked the bloody razor blade back up, and decided to slay the monster that had been made of himself. Monsters were meant to be killed.
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