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✧☆For Nothing At All☆✧

Summary:
big big trigger warning!!! this has very touchy and sensitive topics so please be careful if you decide to read

Notes:
this is based off of murders by Miracle Musical :)

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Chapter Text:

Dream remembers when he was brought into prison.

He was running through a thich forest, trampling pretty poppies and dandelions under his feet, the moonlight shining onto his pale skin as he pants with exhaustion. He'd known that day that they were chasing him down, ready to lock him in Pandora's Box, the prison that felt incredibly inhuman and enough to make one's stomach drop just at the through of being kept in there like you were a little pet gerbil, trapped in a cage for months at a timebecause the owner had forgotten you had existed.

He remembers getting caught. How they ripped him of his armor and pulled him into a position he couldn't escape from, wrists held together by bulky chains and a netherite enchanted sword that shined in the lighting held against his adam's apple.

He knew he deserved to be in here, he just liked to believe he wasn't the entire issue.

He was.

He'd lost everything and gained everything at once. He lost all his friends, breaking ties with them purely because he knew he was no longer a good person and he didn't think they needed to be with him any longer to be subject to it. He sobbed over them night after night, living in a pathetic stone room located above the stronghold with a singular green colored bed sitting in the far corner.  He'd lost sleep over them, traveling through the night and patrolling, watching over everyone and gathering all the info he could get just so he could try and get some clarity in the chaos that constantly made itself prominent in L'manburg, the wars and problems piling up to become more than he could handle.

Now as he lay silent on the warm obsidian, mask cracked and on the brink of breaking, his clock shattered on the ground with glass everywhere, and his books filled with regrets, he can't find a reason to live.

He lost it all for nothing. He brought himself through years of trauma and pain and misery and regret and guilt just to get too powerhungry while trying to balance everything out only for it to be completely taken from him in one simple moment.

All of it. For nothing at all. The good memories, the bad, the times where he thought he was doing good, the times where he knew he was incredulously bad, and the times where he just wanted to make it all stop, meant nothing. He was alone forever. To forever sit in quiet solitude, with nobody to call his friend and nobody to ever turn to. nothing got solved until he was made the one to make the solution.

all his days of being the worst person on the entire server.

and for what?

for nothing. for absolutely nothing.

and thats exactly how he liked it.

thats exactly how it had to be.

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This lonely story was created by! @deceivingonionrings sorry if it was short!

Link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29578128/chapters/72697101#workskin
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