Dreamnotfound One Shots

Dethroned

TW: Blood, graphic scenes, swearing, suicide

Takes place during the events of the Dream SMP

"Eret, can we talk?"

A green masked knight adorned with deep purple armour greeted another upon the wooden road. A smile dressed in lies wormed its way across the knight's face. Facing him was Eret, the infamous traitor. A red cape trailed behind him, eyes gleaming white beneath the dark lenses upon his face. A scar, which had been recently cut, rested on his forehead. It was still red, a painful reminder of betrayal. The betrayal to not serve Dream.

"Hello, Dream. What can I do for you?" Eret's axe swung slightly by his side. It was a bit windy. Overcast. Clouds had gathered overhead and both parties had begun to expect rain.

"Listen, Eret," Began Dream. His mind was scheming, plotting carefully of how he wanted things to go. "You've stayed neutral through much of this war and I want you to get back on your throne."  Dream clapped his calloused hands together and sighed. "George can no longer be king is what I'm saying."

George, who had been standing next to Dream, shot his head up. Surprise flashed across his brown eyes and his mouth turned into a frown.  "Dream, I'm right here-"

"I want you to take back your rightful place as King, Eret. George has been getting hurt too often. I want him safe."

"Dream, I'm right here!" Exclaimed the Brit. His hands curled into fists. His body began to shake with anxiety and anger.  "You put me on the throne! You can't just remove me like that!"

Dream turned slightly to look at George. "George, you've been attacked non-stop. I want the best for you. I want you to be safe."

George grit his teeth. "You don't want that at all!" His face became flushed. "You want someone who can sit pretty and not involve themselves in the world! You want to keep everyone on a nice little string and pretend they'll stay that way!"  Tears glistened against George's red face. Hands shook as he gestured with urgency to his so-called 'knight.'

"George.."

"Just tell me you hate me!" George screamed, setting Dream into a cold silence.

Sapnap, who had been standing next to George, came over and hugged his crying friend.  His recent statement had hit a little too close to home; Sapnap needed to chime in.

"This entire time you've been playing us. You've given my fish away to Tommy, you've stripped one of your only friends of a title he so rightfully earned, and you fit yourself into every little thing!"  Quackity's words echoed in his mind.  "These wars aren't for you to fight and it's certainly not your place to try!"

George pushed off of Sapnap and looked Dream dead in his eyes. "You never fucking cared for Sapnap. You never fucking cared about me. All those stupid little quotes and gifts were just for show!"

Dream took a small step back.  "George wait-"

"I'm not waiting for you to have your fun while the rest of us suffer!" George screamed every ounce of pain he could at Dream. He wanted Dream to feel just as worthless. He wanted Dream to feel insecure. He wanted Dream to feel guilt.

Before Dream could explain himself, he felt a sharp pain on his face. With a shaking hand, he reached up and touched his face before pulling back and looking at his palm. Blood had gathered in his hand and begun to drip onto the ground.

A cold silence settled between the two parties. It took Dream a moment to register who had actually slashed him and looked up... his face twisted into bewilderment.