While he could recognize the familiar terrain of his server, it was strange to see what was missing- and what stood in place of that vacancy.
Structures stood erect - and crumbled - all over the place, all of which Delusion remembered seeing through the mirrors.
It...hits you hard seeing it firsthand, huh. His smile wavered a little. Reality sure isn't forgiving.
He thinks of the soft spring breeze, wafting through the air the scent of earth and dew. But now, in it mixed the smell of lingering smoke and dust.
And this forest...seems smaller than before. Have I grown, or has it shrunk? He looked around a little more. Had something left?
But he couldn't think to himself for long, as his ghostly appearance had attracted the SMP's residents. They turned their heads, first with curiosity for what the pale visage in the corner of their eyes was, then with surprise as their eyes opened wide.
"Look!" Someone shouted. "Is that... Dream's ghost?" Some gasped, some took a step back.
Delusion had been in a trance-like state, drowning in memory. But the noises snapped him out of it, and he turned towards the source.
"Ah, hello!" Delusion smiled and waved, beginning to float toward the small crowd.
They, in return, were shocked at the ghost's friendly demeanor. Like everyone before them, it was a side of "Dream" almost none of them had seen before.
"He-hello." Mumbled Niki, cautious of Delusion's next move. A few silent whispers passed between mouths in the background, until someone passed the crowd and strode toward Delusion.
He wore a white t-shirt with a black turtleneck underneath, the edges of his clothes singed. His hair was black, but it waved in the air like flames, the tips a slight orange, like fire flicking away.
"What do you want," Sapnap said, voicing wariness and a hint of agitation. His eyes, although orange in color, were cold.
But Delusion didn't notice the hostility. Rather, he was more focused on how different his friend seemed. He tried to speak.
"Sa-" But before he could, a flare of pain hit his head, making him wince. Images flashed through his mind.
Remember, a voice seemed to echo.
"If you break out of this prison, it's going to be me who takes your final life." He heard his friend's voice ring in his ears.
"N-no..." Delusion wanted to refuse the memory. He staggered backward
This caught Sapnap off guard. What...?
"He-hey, what are you doing?" He pulled out his sword, hand tightening on the grip.
Hearing the sound of Sapnap's voice, Delusion bursts open his eyes. He suddenly turned his head towards the one he knew as his friend, shock painted on his face.
His mouth, gaping open, whispered, "Sapnap..." He released his hands from his hair. Sapnap furrowed his brows at the sound of his name and took a step back.
"Don't come closer, you-" He began to threaten the ghost in front of him, but Delusion cut him off.
"Are you Sapnap?" He asked, looking right at the man with a sword. Although his eyes were completely white, Sapnap felt as if Delusion was staring into his soul.
"Y-yeah, I'm Sapnap! What, don't tell me you're scared!" He became flustered, his voice rising.
"You're really Sapnap...why...did you say that?" Delusion whispered, the last few words almost too quiet for Dream's former friend to hear. But hearing them only confused Sapnap more.
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Finally, Free
FanfictionOn the dark obsidian floor lied a man. He's quite famous, actually, known as the biggest, baddest villain on the entire SMP. So bad were his crimes that he is now contained in a small, black room that doesn't even fit to be called a prison. He hasn'...
