(P.O.V.: dream pretty much has a fucking epiphany)
Ok. I know I am a bad person but— I can't even make an excuse. I don't have one. I'm for once unable to make one. This is unusual. . . I'm sorry. That's all I can say, I apologise. I feel..bad..for what I've done. Maybe, I don't know if bad is a good word. However im unsure what else to say but I will miss people. George of course— Sapnap. He was a good friend before I lost my morales. Quinn too, she was a great person. More than what I deserved, Ace as well. Sweet boy, didn't deserve what I did to him. If this letter ever gets to Quackity, I want to tell him that he really, really, was an idiot. But I shouldn't have hurt him. I hope he and Soot get together. That'd be funny. I'll watch from hell of course. It will be fun I assume. Anyway, I don't want this note to be too long.— I forgot Tommy. Tommy. I can't even start. Nothing I will say can even make one thing I did right. But I am sorry. That is the truth. I shouldn't have done any of those things— yes I was mad. I was mad at other things however. Tommy, you were annoying. I'll say that, but you were a child. I messed up a lot of kids. Maybe that's why no women wanted me? Maybe. Then again im gay. I'll just say it since this the last thing I can say really. I don't know who will find this, or if people will care. I doubt anyone will. Drista—. . . Ok Drista. You're the reason I didn't do this sooner. I'll miss you, i love you. And i swear if you get a shitty boyfriend I WILL rise from the dead and throttle him. I hope you find this well. Tell everyone that you're my favourite because you are and always will be. No matter what. This is getting really long so I am going to cut it off here. Whoever finds this, hi. I am bad person and I always will be. Goodbye.
— 𝒟𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂 シ
That was easier than expected. Was what Dream initially thought after carefully tucking the parchment into a thin envelope. He set it down on the wilted grass before sitting against the black tree trunk and sighing. His garden had truly gone to waste. Maybe Drista would improve it. He guessed not, but hoped so. Dream looked at the sword in his hand and sighed. His last life, soon to be gone, and all too late. It should have been taken earlier. It shouldn't be him to do it but he knew no one yet who'd actually have the confidence to do it. He was tempted to ask Quackity, but he'd heard Quackity was gone. Quinn had killed him once but..that was a different story. He didn't like that story.
This was the best option. Killing himself. He knew it would work and he was not going to do it quickly. He wanted to suffer. To die slowly. It was only the right thing to do. Dream had a bottle of a withering potion and a sword. That was a good idea. Yeah.
After gaining some courage— it didn't take long luckily— he took a small drink of the potion and gagged immediately. It almost made him puke but he swallowed the bile that rose in his throat. Dream took a moment to regain composure before he used the sword to rip a gash in his leg. He poured the withering potion into it and then laid back against the tree. Tears had brimmed in his eyes and he was trying not to scream as the potion took its effect. He grit his teeth together and slammed his balled up fist against the ground hard. "Fuck!" He muttered, "I hate this I hate this— shit im stupid."
As he spoke he started rocking back and forth and humming to try and calm himself. He was now clutching his thigh where the bleeding gash was. The skin around it was black and decaying quickly. He'd discarded the now empty bottle as the potion tore up his intestines and burned whatever it touched.
He continued to rock himself while holding his leg and humming. It was a fairly melancholy tune, but one that calmed him. He remembered hearing Wilbur sing and play it on guitar a few times if he'd been slinking around L'Manberg. Dream didn't understand why it he remembered it so well but he did.
Dream laid his head back more after he was calmer. His vision was dark around the edges, and his heart was slowly slowing down. He used his hands to fumble with the strap and get it off. Earlier that day, he'd engraved the inside saying FOR DRISTA. No one else was allowed to have it. Only his family got that. Did he care that people would now see his mutilated face? No. He'd be dead. A black line was going up the two scars on each side of his lips and decaying the scar tissue. It didn't take long for him to be mostly unconscious, his head lolled to the side and a bit of drool was coming out of his mouth. He mumbled a quiet curse and then passed fully out. His heartbeat was slow, as if he was asleep. He wasn't however, there were no dreams in this state, only a dull pain that he could only vaguely be aware of due to the toxin in his body.
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Soon enough, his heart stopped and the message appeared moments later. Dream withered away. Kind of nice to hear. After the body despawned, it didn't respawn. That was his last life, gone. Now? He was going to limbo. I wonder what it would be— oh. Looks like we don't have to wait! He's spawning in now. Oh, it's a castle! How odd. Dream began to look around, and then he started walking about the castle. All the doors and windows were locked, any window he could see out of, it was simply darkness. The only light came from a candles placed carefully around. He hit one of the windows with his fist and then shouted out of frustration. Dream did this a few times before finding his room— oh, I forgot to mention this was his castle, meaning it had been his father's— meaning this was a place of most of his trauma. Well. Isn't that fun? There was a clock on the wall as he remembered it, but it was spinning aimlessly. How interesting, no concept of time! Well he won't take long to start breaking down, but he deserves this. Does he not? He was a horrible person who hurt others for his own entertainment or gain. Yes he would deserve a slow descent into madness in a place where he could never escape or hear that of another persons voice because who in their right minds would visit him or even be able to? No one would other than his sibling but even then he'd hurt them at some point, he hoped no one would visit. Maybe DreamXD would visit to make fun of him for dying in such a cowardly way, he wouldn't mind that. He deserved it. He deserved everything that would come to him.
Right?
