Short Stories of the SMP centred around Dream

To heal and grow

-Warning! This hasn't been properly proofread and there isn't too much of this because I stopped writing it because I had doubts about the plot.- 

XD had been watching over this world for years now, his creations continued to amaze him and not in a good way. The big bad villain was locked away left to rot while everybody else got chance after chance. Originally XD thought Dream would be moderately fine within Pandora, he thought people would visit and slowly he'd get a second chance. However, visitors became a rare occurrence until Quackity became his only visitor. It would have been a good thing if not for the torture Quackity put Dream through.

He took matters into his own hands upon seeing the treatment Dream was receiving he stepped in. Choosing to begin as a voice, a friend amongst the hell Dream was now stuck in.

Dream ignored him for the first month, but slowly he gave up pretending and replied. He probably thought he was going insane and XD didn't blame him.

-perspective switch to first person.-

"What do you want?" Dream growled, his voice hoarse and dry.

"To be your friend." I responded, my ethereal body invisible to his mortal eye.

"Have I really gone that insane that I've created a friend for myself?" Dream chuckled dryly. Head slumping into his shrunken up form.

"I promise you Dream, I am real." I responded calmly.

Dream paused, shifting his position to stare into the trickling lava wall. "If you're my friend I guess I need a name to call you other than voice."

"You may call me XD."

"XD, huh." Dream pondering stopped and he shifted once more, yet he remained silent. Ignoring him for the rest of the week.

-One month later-

My progress with Dream has been slow. It's taken me a month yet again to get through to him. He still thinks I'm a figment of his imagination even though he knows my name. But with the amount of torture Dream went through each day I don't blame him.

With a flash of golden light I left the bright, cozy atmosphere of Kinko Kingdom and appeared with the bleak, blood soaked cell Dream resided in. Announcing my presence like always, "Dream." The young man's head tilted in response, only drooping back down once he saw nothing.

Blood leaked out of the wounds criss-crossing his body. His jumpsuit was ruined by months of blood.

"Another long session from the duck?"

"You could say that." Dream's melancholy voice pulled at my heart-strings. Gods weren't meant to interfere with their subjects, yet it felt wrong for me to leave him like this when it was so similar to what I'd endured. "What exactly do you do when you're not stuck here with me?" The question stumped me, Dream hadn't been treating me like a living being. However, this puzzled me.

"I am here of my own will, Dream. No one, or no thing forced me here."

"Yeah right." Dream snorted, leaving us in an awkward silence. "Just answer the question." His tone softened, head bowed as more blood leaked out of him.

"Before I hung out with you, I would spend hours up in my palace looking down upon you all. Just watching the chaos unfold, the corruption growing, the screams, everything." I paused, turning my head to face Dream even though he couldn't see me. I knew he could sense my eyes upon him, "That is until I hung out with you. I have been spending more time interacting with the people of this world and I have found this place is... nevermind."

"Hmm." Dream shifted uncomfortably, wincing at the pain blossoming from his ankle and thighs.

Pity grew within my chest forcing my hand. "Let me help ease the pain." I let my feet gently touch the ground, the soles of my feet burned upon contact. (How did Dream deal with this everyday?) Bending down I allowed a glimpse of my form to appear in Dream's vision. An ethereal golden glow emitted from my palms slowly healing any and all wounds etched into his skin.

"You're a god, you're an actual god!" Pure awe filled Dream's eyes, his broken mask doing little to hide his expression.

"Now do you believe me when I say I'm real?" I tilted an nonexistent brow at the other, a small smile appearing upon his mask.

Dream remained speechless as his wounds continued to heal.

From there onwards Dream didn't question my existence, only my reason for being there. This was getting on my nerves, it didn't help that Quackity was getting worse with his torture. If the platform had days where it wouldn't function no one would question my involvement other than Dream of course.

His senses were getting sharper. When speaking to me he will usually stare into the spot I'm occupying. Of course he couldn't see me, however that was about to change.

"XD?" Dream called out, George had dropped me a couple of months ago and called me a faker. Said I would never be his Dream..

Dream was now the only mortal I was visiting.

"Yes Dream?"

"Could you help me with my hair?" Dream sheepishly requested, fingers fidgeting with nerves.

A fond smile blossomed underneath my mask, "Of course Dream. Do you wish for anything else?" I struggled to say no to him especially after developing a soft spot for him. He'd been pondering why make the effort, and of course he figured it out. He didn't want to see anyone be treated the way he was treated.

"No." He whispered.

A ripple of gold waves slowly tore down the invisibility spell. Leaving my ethereal form to glow softly against the harsh light from the lava. Long white robes billowed with the invisible breeze, large white wings tucked themselves away neatly. Bending down, I let myself touch the obsidian floor. I gently ran my fingers through Dream clumped, silver hair, pulling out clumps of bloody scalp. Dream's hair was a mess, Quackity wasn't going easy on him. A gentle glow of gold emitted from my hand, healing any injuries on his head and regrowing damaged strands. I continued to comb my fingers through the newly grown hair, sinking further into my mind in the process.

'How long can Dream keep this up? He's been here for almost a year now and Quackity's torturing has only gotten worse!' Small jagged edges of nasty scars pecked out from underneath his prison jumpsuit. XD didn't dare imagine the ones hidden.

Dream's body slacked with my gentle movement.

"Do you need anything else?" I tilted my head to look in his direction.

"M-fine." His sluggish reply told me all I needed to know.

"See you later, Dream." A gold shimmer engulfed my body returning me to my castle.

-Three months later-

Technoblade was paying Dream a visit. The piglin brute kept Quackity away, for the meantime. Floating centimetres away from Dream I watched them communicate. Techno didn't seem to be taking this seriously and that was grinding against his and Dream's nerves. Just the kind of interaction he needed.

Another week flew by and Technoblade attitude changed. He still promised freedom, but his feet remained chained to the cell. Dream's mood improved with the other warriors' company which was a plus in my books.

Three months ticked by slowly. I had no one to speak to, all I could do was watch as the two of them conversed. Quackity left them alone for the most part, but after three months he returned.