DreamSMP Imagines

Nothing | c!Dream

You stepped onto the platform that would lead you to the cell of the most hated person.

"Just holler for me when you're ready to leave," Sam spoke behind you to which you replied with a simple nod.

Quackity had sent you to do his work today and you were perfectly fine with it. You quite frankly didn't care for Dream at all so torturing him was something you didn't mind doing. You had your reasons for what you were doing and Quackity had his.

As you walked across the bridge you saw Dream writing in a book that Q had given him.

You stepped into the cell and patiently waited for the bridge to retract so you could finally do what you came here to do.

"Ooh, whatcha writin'?" you peak over his shoulder but he quickly shuts the book.

You frown at his rudeness, "This isn't for anyone else but me." he puts the book in a chest with several other books.

"Oh really?" you noted in your head to look in there later.

"Why are you here, Y/n?" he crosses his arms.

"That's a very good question." your eyes examine the small room and land on his clock.

You stride over to the clock and really examine it.

"Did you know that your clock is wrong?" you point to the clock and look back at him.

"What?! It is not!" he rushes over and grabs the clock off of the wall.

"You're right. It's not wrong, but your reaction makes me think that the clock may be your only friend at this point." you walk away from him and over to the chest in the corner of the room.

You open the chest and grab the book and open it. "Hey! That's my book, put it down!" he hurries to grab the book.

Before he can get too close you pull your axe out and aim it at his neck. He almost runs into the blade with how quickly you pull it out.

"Let's not forget who's in charge here, Dream." you smirk at him.

With one hand pointing the axe at his neck and the other holding the book, you look away from him and read the words written on the pages.

Day: 174

I've been here for too long, Quackity keeps coming back to torture me for the Revive Book but I'll never give it to him unless he lets me out of this prison.

I miss my friends and hope they'll visit me.

"Aw, what a pity." you stick out your bottom lip sarcastically.

You flip to the most recent page and read what he was writing before you interrupted him.

Day: ?

I hear Sam talking to someone, hopefully it's one of my friends and not Quackity or

"I'm sorry to break it to you but I'm not your friend nor am I Quackity. Oh, wait... I'm not sorry!" you laugh.

"Just tell me what you're doing here." he steps away from the axe.

"Well, I guess I'm here to ask you for the Revive Book, Dream." you bring your axe to your side.

"I don't have—"

"I know you don't have it. But you know where it is, and you can't deny it now that I've read your book."

He doesn't respond to you and just stands, contemplating what to do next.

"Listen, if I'm being honest, I don't care about the Revive Book at all. I don't care what happens to anyone, I don't care about the dead people, I don't even care about Quackity."

"Then why don't you help me escape?" he puts his arms out to you, hoping to convince you to help him escape.

You raise your weapon to his chest and push him back.

"I don't think you're hearing me, Dream. I don't care for anyone. I couldn't give less of a fuck about what happens to ANY of them. I don't care. The only person I care about is myself." you push him back more.

"I understand that you don't care, and neither do I! We would be a great team, you and I!"

You keep a calm expression which worries him a bit. "You're not getting it, Dream. Get it through your thick skull." you push him so hard that he falls to the floor.

You look down at him with a menacing look.

"You are weak, Dream. You continue to think that your "friends" still even care about you. Nobody cares about you, nobody even mentions your name anymore. You. Are. Nothing."

"I–I don't care about them anymore, I gave up on them! I can be something! We could be powerful together and rule the SMP! You need my help, without me, you won't get far!"

You drop your axe to the floor and walk closer to him, who is still sitting on the floor. He looks up at you looming above him, he's now silent and looking away from you.

If he were to be honest, he would say that you completely terrified him. You were worse than him, he had his weaknesses but you clearly didn't have any at all. You could easily be more powerful than him in less time. He hated how easy it was for you to not care.

You place your index and middle finger on his chin and turn his face for him to look you in the eyes, you keep calm. "I don't need you for anything. I don't need anyone and I never did."

Crouching down to his level you roughly grab his chin. "If I wouldn't get locked in this cell I would kill you right now. You mean nothing to me and you will never be anything."

His face is pushed away by your hand as you let go of his chin. You stand up from crouching in front of him and grab your axe.

"Well, this was fun but I'm not getting any information about the book so I think I'll be on my way." you smile.

"SAM! I'M READY TO GO!" you hear the gears of the bridge.

"Remember what I told you, Dream."

The man just sat there stunned and afraid.

"And just know that even if you do somehow escape this prison, you will never be anything ever again. You will never have more power than me."

He watched as you walked onto the platform as if nothing had even happened. You played the role of an innocent.

He wanted to prove you wrong, he was going to prove you wrong. And when he did, you would be on his side and you would rule the SMP alongside him.

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July 29th, 2022

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