Short Stories of the SMP centred around Dream

To anger an admin

-This story went through two phases. The one I'm happy with taking some time to get to, but with enough editing and thinking I got there. Now enjoy this long time-consuming piece! Also sorry for any spelling mistakes, I got half way through the editing and gave up... BYE!!!- 

Wrists sore from the hours spent chained to the floor like a wild animal only to freeze. The ground below him trembled before rising up. Throwing him in front of the wolves. People's voices blend together, the volume ever rising. Tall figures glared down at him, disgust clear upon their shadowed faces. He was only a child when they put him on trial. They didn't care about the unfair punishment served out to barely a century-old child. They just wanted revenge, much like those he once trusted did at this very moment.

Netherite chains keep his wrists bound. A muzzle silences his cries for help. The shimmering effect of enchantments illuminate the dim community house where they held him captive. Voices out of tune raise the ceiling higher and higher. None of them willing to give the other a chance to speak.

While all of them were more intrigued at who could shout the loudest. Dream to pondered his failure. 'How did he fail? He had everyone right where he wanted them! HOW?!?' Hands close to his chest. The feeling of his soul being ript out and put back in was still present after an hour.

Zoning back in he heard Tubbo's voice amongst the racket of the others. "We should just kick him back to whatever Admin spawned him!!!"

XD stood motionless beside Dream, their wings twitching every so often. "I cannot send him back. His home server was destroyed along with his admin." The Admin bluntly replied, mask moving across the faces of the SMP members.

Pushing through his panic and exhaustion, he ran on. Lungs burning with each toxic breath he weaved through the crumbling buildings. Barefeet kicking up burnt soil while fire lapped at his ankles.

His Admin fought with vigor but his enemies had the numbers. He watched them flash across the crumbling sky. Metoerites and lighting rained down from above followed by his Admin.

Skidding to a stop beside his Admin, he remembered fumbling down the side of the crater. Hands shakily putting pressure upon the wound. He had looked for something, anything to stop the bleeding.

"******** get up! We need you! Please!" Fat tears stained his ash covered cheeks. "Please."

"What do you mean his Admin is dead?" Someone shouted.

Tall pristine white pillars surrounded them. Both heavily chained to the floor as the Ancients peered down on them. Disgust radiating off of their heavily shadowed figures.

"********* and creation you have both been charged with life sentences. *********, you will serve us for the rest of your existence, while your creation fights in the arena for the rest of their pitiful existence!"

The fear Dream felt that day was like nothing he'd felt before. Since then he's buried his fear deep inside, killing it whenever it rears its ugly head. The only feeling he found now was finality. His end drew near after every desperate fight to keep his life, it was going to be taken away by people he once trusted. 'How pitiful,' he scolded himself.

Quackity decided now was the best moment to speak, "Well it'll be easier to get rid of him then. Obviously if his Admins dead, then it means he did something wrong, so technically speaking Dream is a glitch and should be disposed of!" Others began to agree with Quackity.

Some voices silenced themselves after the statement, Dream caught a glance of Sapnap and George staring at him. Faces a gape like fish out of water. Punz shifted to look at Dream, worry clear in his gaze. Dream shrugged it off and allowed the others to speak poorly about him. Its nothing he hasn't heard before.