dream gets hit by an explosion. he hits his head hard, not being able to hear and not only that- he doesn't remember particularly anyone.
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A ring in his head. Darkness diluted all over his vision. He felt a void caress the back of his head, submerging his mindset into an abyss of utter emptiness. The emptiness begins to get overwhelming, he starts to feel his fingers tingle, he starts to gasp for air. He needs to get up. He needs to-
One green eye opened, then the other followed. a fragile-kept together mask on his face. He laid on the ground of the hot netherrack, seeing blurs of heads or bodies around him. His eyes gave way for a more clearer view.
He could see them. People. He wasn't alone afterall.
His eyebrows crunched together in confusion, identifying the slightly blurry faces that crowded around him. "He's awake! Shhh!"
Dream vaguely heard someone scolding the group of people. He sat up, head dangling down. Bringing his hands up to his field of vision, he looked at how scarred and irritated they were. He felt reassuring hands help him up, echo-y voices shaking inside his mind. He didn't feel safe. He didn't feel reassured.
Panic started to rise in the male, suddenly feeling smaller. Their lips are moving. They're talking. The piglins behind them are grunting- he knows it. They never stay silent.
Why are his ears ringing? Why can't he hear anything? Why is nothing happening?
Anxiety swelled up in the boy. He looked intensely at the mouths of people, vision sometimes blurring. Sweat rolled down his forehead. His shirt was damp from all the sweat- he even felt red liquid drip down from his head. But that didn't matter.
He didn't know who these people were, but they were the only ones around, and they looked awfully familiar to the male, so he tried engaging in conversation with them. "I can't hear you!" he shouted, maybe a bit too loud. He couldn't hear himself. He could only feel how his body shook with every word that came out of his mouth. He could only feel how the air slightly vibrated around him whenever he'd talk or someone near him would talk.
The palms of his hands shakily rose to his ears, clamping them over the skin. He felt his head slightly spinning. It was as if covering his ears would do anything else. He didn't want to talk- he just wanted to listen. He needed to- because right now, the only thing he can hear is the deafening silence that constantly rings through his eardrums. The silence is so loud. His mask is slipping.
He noticed how the others suddenly- one by one- began to notice what was happening. A blonde haired boy gripped Dream's shoulders tightly, shaking him forwards and backwards as if to snap him out of a trance. He felt people clutch at his hands, ripping them off of his covered ears. He saw how some people were already at a verge of tears near the corner of his eyes. His eyes caught a brown-haired male, eyes teary and a gaze that was so fixated onto Dream- a gaze so broken that Dream wondered what would make the male so sad suddenly. He felt hands tug at his shirt, pushing him forwards and backwards aggressively now. He noticed an enraged- no, confused and scared look- on another blonde haired boy.
Dream noticed these people. He knows that they're someone important. Why would they be reacting this way? Why would they be screaming at his already deaf ears? Why would some look at him brokenly, a look similar to betrayal clearly evident in their faces. He suddenly felt himself tear up.
He can't hear them. He can only feel how they tug at him, how they grip his skin tightly and how they hug him, wetness soaking through his clothes. It's not his sweat- not theirs either. It's their tears.
Dream feels an unbelievable amount of guilt start to well up inside of him. His eyes start to glossen, bottom lip quivering, body slightly heaving up and down shakily. His mask is slipping.
Pink haired boy. Clout goggles. White headband. Red and black hoodie. Fox-human. Everyone.
Why can't he remember them? Who are they to him? Who are they all?
"Who are you?" Dream feels his legs slowly lose strength underneath him. He feels himself drift down to the netherrack again. He feels the hands around him tighten in protectiveness, more panic painted into their eyes. Tears and tears. They fall down his cheeks, onto the hot ground and evaporating into a thin mist. He looked sympathetically yet blankly at a sobbing male, his entire body shaking. He knows he's special to them and that they're special to him- so why can't he remember them?
He feels every single one of the people crowd around him. They all embrace him into a tight hug, as if this was their final goodbye. Dream feels like an auto-generated machine, overworked and tired. Almost empty of chemicals to serve to its people. He stares blankly at the netherrack wall in front of the crowd, 15 blocks away from them. His mask is slipping.
It's falling off his face. The bands are becoming unloose, everything is shattering. The mask is already broken.
And Dream doesn't even have the energy to save how it is damaged anymore.
He feels the porcelain material slip off his face. He feels how a huge part of him has just been shown to the world. He feels like he's showing someone dangerous emotions pent up inside of him.
The mask finally slips. It crashes to the ground, shattering and slightly sizzling at the floor temperature.
Dream is here. He can see properly. He can see how the others look once they finally see his face. The look of surprise. Wonder. Fascination. Empathy.
A tear rolls down his cheek, falling to the floor.
It evaporates.
"I can't hear you."
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UHHH THAT'S IT FOR MY FIRST ONE
tiktok really yeeted writer's block outta here tho lol THIS WAS INSPIRED SOLELY BY A TIKTOK I ENCOUNTERED
UHHH I THINK THIS'LL BE THE ONLY CHAPTER ILL UPDATE BECAUSE IM NOT SURE WHETHER I SHOULD START WRITING MY OTHER ONE OR WHETHER I SHOULD GO TO BED, IT'SS 4:47 AM CURRENTLY
LMFAO DREAM CAN GET ALL MY CLOUT #simpfordream
UH YEAH ANYWAY I THINK THAT'S IT?
love you all! byebye, i'll see you in the next chapter.
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Hayran Kurgu(lower case intended, however i will use capitals and all that jazz in my actual writing.) heyhey! i've been getting into the minecraft community and stuff for around 4 months, so i decided i'd get a bit creative with myself. i will explain everythi...
