A presence in the prison makes itself known after one of Quackitys visit (spirit the horse :) )
Pain
That's all Dream could feel.
He couldn't feel the way tears were running down his cheeks, he could only feel the way his eyes burned from crying too long.
He couldn't feel and count his breaths like he used to do to calm himself, he could only feel a pain in his chest and how sore his throat was from screaming.
He couldn't move his fingers to assure himself Quackity hadn't cut anymore off due to the way his hand was currently burning from laying too close to the lava. And the other in an awkward position with his laying on top of it.
He couldn't feel his legs, he just knew one was bent the wrong way, shaped the wrong way...
He knew 110% chunks of his hair had been ripped out.
Quackitys torture just got more sadistic from cutting off fingers or cutting of his horns.
He breaks the bones in Dreams hand so he can't push Quackity as easily, dislocated his knee so he couldn't walk or crawl away as fast. Hit the blonds chest to render breathing difficult. Carved his brand of a smiley face into Dream like he was some thing to be claimed. Threatened George and Sap, even Puffy, Purpled, Foolish and Tubbo.
In all honesty, Dream couldn't give two shits about what happens to him in the prison as long as those he tried so hard not to care about didn't get hurt.
He tried so hard to hate them, leave no attachments but never succeeded in cutting those strings, so if he couldn't cut them... he'd have to get them to.
And with doing that he was able to with majority of people except for two or three. Purpled and Foolish refused to give up on him for whatever known reason. Sure he didn't try to do anything directly to them he tried that with Tubbo and that worked quite awfully, with the determination to make the ram hybrid hate him, he pushed it too far... literally miles over the line.
Then there was Eryn.. for whatever reason worshipped the man or something. Most likely just for the chaos.
And so..If Quackity was to kill Dream, as long as those he... cared.. about. He could be a peaceful ghost.
And with that...take us to where we are now. What we were talking about before.
Dream laying on the dirty, hot floor of the prison in a pool of his own blood. His chest was split open, pouring blood, his arm left foot cut off laying a foot away from him. A couple of his fingers laying around. Eyes slowly drifting closed as he started falling into unconsciousness.
As the light faded to darkness Dream felt a sense of cold behind him. It felt as if he wrapped in a body, the same feeling as when he cuddled with Sap or got a hug from bad after going to him for comfort.
The only difference being where with Sapnap or Bad, he felt the comforting warmth of another body, this presence was larger and caused chills down his spine regardless the fact he was literally next to a wall of lava.
The body behind him moved closer and something rested onto his chest, slowly opening his eyes Dream saw what appeared to be a white mist surrounded him. The blond prisoner looked to his left noticing the white mist took form of a horses tail leg and hooves were most prominent. Then looking down there was the horses head resting on his chest.
No normal mob wouldn't be able to get in, and spirit...being the only horse Dream had ever owned let alone one that died.
Knowing that the presence that caused shivers in Dream was his beloved deceased horse calmed him, he laid back resting against the surprisingly solid form and just sat in silence like that. Dreams breath shallowed out and calmed to a regular pace.
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With the new sense of peace and knowing it wasn't all gonna end alone... Dream had finally accepted it, happy with it. Sure he wasn't the best person, but he wasn't the worst either.
Dream laid his head back. Finally fully closing his eyes. Keeping his breathing calm. And imagined if it were just like the old times, him and spirit.. laying under the stars slowly drifting to sleep. A calm...long sleep.
He was finally ready to give up the fight he'd been against his whole life.
Until the prison alarms started blaring
And of course like always....
He wasn't allowed to give up.
———————————————————- Not my art! But it's so beautiful!
