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Rules of Death.|🖤

Something silly I had in my mind for some time now.

Tw: Suicidal idealization, near death experience, mentoined torture.

I did this instead of sleeping.

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Agony, pain, fear... Dream hated these feelings. He hated being stuck in the tiny cell, hated the raw potatoes, he hated and hated and hated, because it wasn't fear or pain. He longed for the feeling of safety, something he always treasured, because it was rare and the best feeling in the world.

But in this cell, with his torturer standing above him, safety was the last thing he felt. It was cold, and sir said something, but Dream couldn't hear it. It was cold, and he felt a healing potion on his skin, but they rarely worked anyway.

It was cold, then it wasn't. A soft hand touched his head and craddled his tattered, toren up body. He opened his eyes and saw a void surrounding him. A giant lady held him with such kindness, such love, he wanted to cry.

"Well, hello, little admin." Her voice was soft, gentle, not an ounce of malice. He felt the tears rolling down his cheecks, but he couldn't care less. He was out. He was safe! Lady death craddled him like one would a child after a nightmahre, gently rocking back and forth, hushing him with promises of a better life.

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He opened his eyes, and he was back in prison, and everything hurt. The iron taste in his mouth was a telltale sign of a totem being used by him.

"You were dead for a minute there, buddy." Quackity said with false kindness in his voice, while the warden stood a few feet away from them, another totem in his hand. Dream wanted to say he wished he stayed dead so bad, but he couldn't bring himself to speak. The only coherent thought in his mind was the gentleness of the Goddess and the safe feeling he felt in her presence.

He wanted it back.

So when the warden and sir left, he threw himself into the lava. And again, and again, and again, but he just respawned over and over, and it was terrible. He hated it. He yearned for the touch. He wanted it back!

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If something dies, it must stay dead. When someone dies, they will feel free, away from the burden and pain life brings. If you bring someone back from the dead, they will do anything to return to the Lady.

Because one can not defy the law of nature. The order of life and death can not be overruled by anyone.

And they were about to learn that the hard way.

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The server decided to release the admin. It was a server wide meeting, three years after the man's imprisonment, two-ish years after his meeting with the Lady. Tommy was oddly quiet the whole time, crimson wings fluffing up at times.

"Are you okay with this, big man?" Tubbo asked his best friend. The youngest member of the server looked up, a mournful expression appearing on his face.

"It's too late." He said.

"What's too late, duckling? Is something wrong?" Puffy asked, and Tommy frowned at the nickname.

"He met mom already." Tommy said after a moment.
"Those who meet her, never stay long." He said, looking down.
"You can let him out. But once he met mom, he will want to see her again."

And wasn't that cryptid as fuck?

"What do you mean, Toms?" Sam asked, placing a hand in the teens shoulder, who moved away from the comforting touch.