Back at Technoblade's cabin in the isolated tundra, Delusion was realizing something of his own.
I've...regained some of my memories.
Well, to be clear, they were Dream's memories, not necessarily his. But putting that aside, ever since the two met, the connection between them had been continuously growing stronger. Just like how when you pour two different-colored glasses of water together, they slowly mix together until they create a new color, Delusion could tell that he was closer and closer to becoming "Dream."
And...is this how he felt?
Delusion looked up at the sky outside his window as he let the memories wash over him. The sight of birds flapping their wings overlapped with an image of blood splashing into the air, dyeing the soil crimson red. He looked for the eyes of the one that was slain, and all he found was fear.
Accompanying the reminisce were Dream's emotions, as if Delusion was reliving those very moments. He could feel the heart in his chest that thumped from adrenaline, and how his blood rushed through his veins. He could almost feel a sword on his fingertips, ready to slash though anything in his way. Pressure built up in his throat as Delusion felt his muscles tense, and once the recollection ended he fought for a breath, clutching his chest.
He looked at his hands that trembled. The sensation of blade slicing though flesh was almost too real, enough to make him think he'd done it himself. And although Delusion was plenty used to hunting food occasionally–in Dream's earlier days–there was an indescribable difference when the opponent, the prey, was human.
Delusion was sure that more of such memories would return regularly as both he and Dream become closer to being whole, and that his current feelings won't continue to remain foreign for long. At the same time, he wondered how in the past that he'd forgotten, all the people of the SMP had to endure this for years. All the fear, all the wars, all the death.
How breathless would they have been? He wondered to himself. When even the air was filled with the stench of blood?
His resolve for remergance became a little stronger.
• • •
Punz wiped the sweat dripping on his chin with a hand as he leaned on his pickaxe, resting for just a moment before finishing work for the day.
It was just a few days before the scheduled departure for the search and extermination of those 'daylight mobs,' and there was even less time to rest. Being the mercenary he was, he always made sure to collect some extra material in case an emergency popped up.
By the time the clouds started turning orange, Punz was back by his base, looking through what he'd collected so far and making some calculations.
The grass rustled behind him.
Noticing a presence, Punz swung around with his weapon in hand to face the possible assailant. You never know; maybe someone still had a grudge, or wanted something from him.
However, to his surprise, hovering slightly above the ground was a man he couldn't be more familiar with. Although his face was more scarred than before and his body glowed like gold, his smile never changed.
"Dream...?" Punz mumbled, eyes wide open.
"Hey, that's me." Dream responded. "Now, before you say anything, I-"
Dream stopped mid-sentence as Punz suddenly charged towards him. Out of habit, Dream squeezed his eyes shut and held up a defensive position. So this is how it will go, huh...
Yet, rather than an attempted stab at his throat or a slash across his chest, Dream was met with Punz's embrace. Though, due to his constitution, the man fell right through and stumbled before turning back around.
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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'...
