Going to Hell in a Hand Basket (Dreamsmp And Hermitcraft)

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(Short last chapter)

Sam was free, from the cage at least. X had felt sorry for him and released him. He was never free of Dream though, hunted for all eternity. He was the prey that need to think like the predator. The creeper hybrid stood stock still like instructed. They had promised protection but they were no where to be seen.

His seedling stood beside him, her paws way to big for her small body. She was bait just like him. She dies, he'll die too. He dies, she will still be able to live.

"Done running?" The voice was steady yet crazed, smooth but hoarse. White against lime green. False God. "Come to your senses?" It was everywhere, echoing around the trees, whistling in the wind.

"Let us end this Dream. For Tommy, my child you have tortured. For Her, my Queen you have slaughtered. For Ponk, my lover I harmed to cage you. I will not run again." Sam flexes his claws out and waits. He'll come, he has no choice. "Fight me False God. I challenge you here and now, to the death."

'X your plan better work.' He silently prays and then...

Cold, fire, heat, snow. Around and around his body is thrown. This isn't real. It can't be real. She's gone then back. Seedling. Tommy torn apart and stitched back together. Ponk armless the armed. Techno. Phil. Tubbo. Bad. Puffy. Hannah. Ranboo. Jack. Sam nook. Fran.

One after the other his friends, family almost, appear are torture then put back together. Green string cutting in to wrist and ankles, wrapped around throats like a noose. "You could have saved them!" The voice that forever haunts his waking world snarls. "You failed them!" Ponk steps out of the green hazy mist that now encircles him.

"I thought you love me Sam!" Ponk yells jamming a finger into his chest with his organic arm. "I do." Sam hears his own voice whine out. "You only care about yourself." His ex love walks away towards the half shark half god. Hot jealousy courses through his body.

"You let me die in that prison Sam!" Tommy with have is head smashed in. Tear were running down the boy's face, smoke billowing out his mouth. "I had to." He didn't but he had to keeping saying it. He had to make himself believe it. "I don't wanna hear it!" The young creeper hybrid walks towards fire towards Phil and Wilbur. Fear of being replaced bubbles in his chest.

"Make it stop!" He screams to the heavens.

"Make it stop." He whimpers curling into a ball on the ground. He was surrounded by people he barely knew. He draws his trident but his seedling hops on him, paws digging in to his shoulders. She hisses with all her tiny might but it doesn't make anyone afraid. Sam chuckles before roaring at the laughing parrot person.

"Enough." The other creeper says, walking between them. "It's over. You can go home now."

Sam as to blink for a few seconds looking to the bloody patch of grass. He's free.