ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖 - HIATUS! MAY OR MAY NOT BE REWRITTEN EVENTUALLY!

Chapter 1

Dream woke up, feeling strange. What happened? he thought, looking around the snowy biome until his eyes landed on his hands. They were deathly pale, dotted with hypothermia-resembling purple accents. 

As he scanned himself, he noticed one main thing. He was cloned! This pale version of himself was sitting on a green hoodie and black pants, what he had been wearing as he died. Died. Oh. He scoffed as he stood up, trying to figure out how far away from the SMP he had made it before nature took hold. Speaking of which, Dream tested out an experiment. 

He had watched Wilbur float as a ghost, so why couldn't he? Just as he thought, he managed to get a good inch in the air before landing on his face. No pain and he dusted the snow that he imagined had stuck to him, but really had just fallen through like he was nothing. 

As he reached up to adjust his hoodie, he realized that his iconic lime sweater had been replaced with a baby blue one, tinged with little white frost-like features. As Dream took off his mask to check for any other changes, he found it the same, except for black tears streaking the white surface. [This is the description that LampLight143 gave him, so I'm using it since this is basically an alternate version of their story.] 

The ghost examined the powdery snow, an internal chill settling itself as he shivered subconsciously. He spotted a disruption in the snow, leading from his body to a bunch of messy footprints. Dream's eyes widened as he followed the track, the snow starting to come down as sleet. He hurried, not wanting to wait around until his chance to find his home disappeared like he did. Would anyone find my body? Dream thought, but he shook it out of his head and continued.

"Well heck," he stated simply, as he reached the end of the footprints. They had led all the way out of the white part of the forest, through patches of mud in the wetter parts, but stopped in front of a wide field. 

Taking this as an opportunity to rethink his thought process from the events, a certain something popped into his mind. Why am I even going back?  Dream froze at the thought. He suddenly felt pain. Rage. Revenge, he told himself. And to feel sorry for me, he added, thinking about how his 'friends' would react to him being gone. 

The pale man looked at the darkening sky, an idea popping into his already full head. Dream grinned to himself, summoning enough power to float up the top of a tree, of course, concentrating so his slightly transparent limbs could actually help him up his improvised ladder. 

As he reached the top, he noticed something glowing little ways north, visible in the night sky. The SMP,  he realized, a sudden change in his mood. As much as he wanted to go back, the only reason he died in the first place was because of George and Sapnap. Dream snapped his attention to the journey, which, from his position, seemed just a little away. Boy was he wrong.

A/N: Yeah! Chapter one! Chapter two is already under progress, but I'm glad I got this out of my hair after procrastinating and being a lazy child.