Dream SMP Oneshots (Under Editing)

My [REDACTED]'s Death

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Hello everyone my name is Cheeto and welcome back to Dream SMP oneshots!Before we begin this is based off of the song "My Grandfather's Clock" this does take place when Dream is in prison and it is in the time period when Quackity is torturing him. The song lyrics will be underlined but the actual lyrics will be altered to fit the story. Keep in mind this is my work if you found it here from the Multi Fandom Oneshots it is still my work so please do not accuse me of stealing it There will be trigger warnings below this AN so without further ado, let us begin.
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🍃TW's:
Yelling (capital letters)
Swearing
Death
Blood
Self harm (starving oneself)
Murder
Torture
Overall a lot of violence 🍃
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3rd POV:

Dream stared at the obsidian wall in front of him, the only sounds to be heard are the ticking of the clock he has mounted on the wall beside him in his small cell, and the flowing lava that kept him in his 'home'. A pile of raw potatoes sat in the corner of the small room that could last anyone for weeks, months, even, he didn't bother to eat, he told himself he didn't deserve it, his usual clean dirty blonde hair was matted and had so much dirt in it that anyone could mistake him for a brunette.
The man was snapped out of his trance when he heard the lava at the entrance drain to reveal his tormentor himself, Quackity. "What do you want Quackity? I already said your not getting the book from me." Dream said, "well you still seem set on your decision huh? Maybe this will change your mind" with that Quackity reveals a netherite axe that was secured in its satchel seconds before. Quackity removed Dreams mask revealing dull emerald green eyes. Quackity stared at Dreams dull eyes that showed no emotion, not even fear, before slashing Dreams face from his forehead on the left side of his face to his cheek on the right. Quackity tortured Dream for thirty minutes, before he left without the item he went there for in the first place. Dream sat in the corner of the room with his head leaned back, his breaths were short and shallow, he knew he was dying, he had excepted his fate already. No human could go through the same amount of torture he has been receiving for oh so long and make it out alive, that was just common sense, Dream smiled slightly at the thought of being free from the torture he had to go through for....well, he doesn't know how long, he lost his sense of time and days a long time ago, from what Sam had told him he has been there for seven years. He was relieved, he could finally sleep, he could finally be at peace, he wouldn't have anymore pain brought upon him from Quackity's little sessions of torture to attempt to get the revival book from him. Seven years without slumbering tick tock tick Dream regretted what he had done before he was imprisoned and was left to rot (as feasts for dogs and birds as Zeus' will was done. Sorry- I'll stop-) if he got a chance to apologize, he would. Dream gets up and limps over to his chest pulling out an empty book and a quill to write his final goodbye in. He limps back to his spot in the corner, accidentally bumping the clock causing it to shatter. After he got back to his corner, this, this is what he wrote:

Hello, if anyone is reading this, that means I am dead. I apologize for causing so much trouble, I only wanted a family. 'Family' that is an odd word, what does it mean to have a 'family'? Well, I couldn't tell you, as I have never had one of my own before. I apologize, I am getting off topic. Well, I don't have long left, so let's make this brief shall we? George, I'm sorry I dethroned you, I want you to understand though it was for your own good. Sapnap, I'm sorry for everything that happened. Ranboo, I'm sorry I manipulated you and made you do my dirty work. I am running out of time so I want to address one more person directly, Tommy, I am sorry for everything I have done to you. It was incredibly wrong of me, especially because you are a kid, but, even then, that is no excuse. I am sorry to everyone else who I have wronged. I would address you all by name, but, my time has come. Well, I suppose you can say "I was never meant to be" huh? This is goodbye, I hope everything will be better for everyone after I am gone.

~Dream

Dream placed the book beside him his life seconds numbering tick tock tick blood was pooling underneath the poor dirty blonde more and more as he sat still and waited for Lady Death to take him with her. Apparently, when his clock fell it must have made enough noise that it reached Sam all the way in his office, because he heard footsteps walking down the hallway getting closer to the bridge that was pulled across the pond of lava with a redstone machine. Dream groaned slightly out of annoyance and pain. He felt his eyes droop and close lightly as his breathing slowed down his breath stopped short never to go again. Sam got into the cell seeing the male leaned up against the wall unconscious and not breathing. The warden ran up to his dead (ex) friend shaking him in an attempt to wake him up as he felt himself tear up. "DREAM, Dream wake up, WAKE UP GODDAMNIT!" Sam said as the tears in his eyes started to roll down his cheeks as he starts sobbing over the dead man. Finally, the server sent out a message that broke some hearts, a message that enraged some, a message that confused some, and, a message that made some relieved.

DreamWasTaken bled to death after
being tortured by Quackity

New admin(s):
Ph1LzA
Tommyinnit
Ranboo_Beloved
Tubbo_
Technoblade

When the admin died
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So this is an interesting chapter- I might rewrite it later I don't know though- anyway! Until next update everyone, eat food, drink water, and remember you are loved!

~Cheeto
Word count is: 1050 including authors notes, and trigger warnings.
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