Various Oneshots from Hurricane and Zinnia

DIDream and Schizophrenic Techno

WRITTEN BY: Hurricane

Summary: Dream was diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder a year or so ago, only telling Sapnap and George. But then Sapnap asks Dream to join him at a group therapy to talk about it. Dream complies, and ends up seeing faces he didn't expect.

CW:  Dissociative identity disorder, persecutor like behavior, cursing

Dream sighed, pulling at his hair some as he looked at the dyed green streaks in it. He had no recollection of the hair dye ever existing, but it was clear it was done at his house as there was an empty hair dye bottle and stained gloves in the trashcan and his shower had green staining. Dream sighed before brushing his hair, this had been getting worse lately. He was losing more time and sometimes days of his life were just gone. He knew why, he had a paper that said why and voices that said why. "Really? You vandalized my hair?"

"It looks good!" Lucid protested, "Besides, the blonde is boring, Dream. I could've done our whole head."

"You do that, and I'm... I don't know but I'll get you Lucid."

Nightmare laughed, "Dream will hide your coloring books."

"You wouldn't!" Dream sighed, shaking his head and walking out of the bathroom. "So, is there a plan for today Dream?"

"...Well," Dream said hesitantly.

"What did you do?" Para suddenly asked, short for Sleep Paralysis.

Dream shook his head, "I signed up for a group therapy thing." Dream sighed at the four different shouts of distaste. "Look, I need to talk to someone about this, and one of you keeps cancelling my actual therapy appointments. Besides, we need to socialize." Dream scowled as he heard Nightmare mock him.

Lucid hummed, "Will anyone we know be there."

"Sapnap recommended the group," Dream replied. Lucid cheered and told the others to let it happen. Dream heard Para and Nightmare agree, Fever once again just being somewhere in the inner world and no one knew where. "I get to pull up to Therapy looking like a teenage girl who got told she can't pierce her nose. Great."

"So nothing new," Nightmare replied.

"...Shut the fuck up," Dream said before going to get food.

"Waffles!" Para shouted, "Make waffles Dream! I want waffles!" Dream shook his head while pouring a bowl of cereal. "I hate you." The host continued to ignore Para's complaints as he ate breakfast. Nightmare eventually telling Para to shut up. Dream sighed, checking with Sapnap he had the time for the meeting correct. Dream had told his friends, well, George and Sapnap, about his diagnosis. The other people on the SMP and making videos didn't need to know that. Besides, Lucid and Nightmare both could edit like Dream did so it tended to not matter.

Things eventually lulled, now that everyone was content being awake and letting Dream work on editing a video for a while. Nightmare or Lucid occasionally butting in with a suggestion. It was a 'Minecraft But," video and not a manhunt. Dream has taken to letting Nightmare edit those as he enjoys it. Dream checked the time. "One hour until it starts, where is it?" Lucid asked.

"Uhh... the one," Dream realized he had no clue and checked his and Sapnap's texts to see an address. "There." Dream paused, "30 minute drive..."

"If you're driving, yeah," Nightmare said, "Let me drive. Make it in... eh 15 minutes?"

Dream laughed, "Absolutely not Mare."

"You're a coward."

"Sorry for not wanting a ticket??" Dream said, more so insulting Nightmare than apologizing.