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Being an omega on the server he made is hard. How and why? Because an anomaly has somehow been summoned in the safe space of his server. Said anomaly met Dream and stole his identity, even had the audacity to make his name opposite of Dream’s. Threatened Dream of killing his precious best friends if he doesn’t obey him. Dream may have retaliated since he knew that Sapnap and George are strong fighters, but Dream cannot accept the fact that the little ones may die if he doesn’t obey.
For the two weeks that Dream met and hung out with Tommy and Tubbo, he understood the fact that the little ones are precious in their own ways. Immediately made Dream be drawn to the pups and accept them as his pups. Dream didn’t want any injuries to be made on his pups which made the omega back down from the anomaly.
Thus, after remodeling the community house, he wrote some secret letters for his best friends and pups. Though, been best friends for years, Dream hasn’t said of his origin. An omega. So, for his final farewell, he wrote of his origin on the letters for the others and the reason why he cowardly ran away. Not that he was ashamed of his origin, he was just making sure that nothing will back him down from doing what he wants.
Belittling omegas are more often on the Minecraft Community so he just decided not to confess until he gains some courage and has the perfect time to confess it. As a result of not doing it, he has participated in different competitions, made his own national sport, and lives happily... Until now that is. After delivering all the letters at his friends’ houses and gathering his things, he was stopped by a familiar silhouette. Truly familiar as he always sees it. Himself. Dream . No, the anomaly.
Said anomaly was staring at Dream. Although both are wearing masks, Dream can see some characteristics different from him. Such as the hair. Dream’s hair color was much brighter, similar to gold, while Nightmare has a color much closer to dirt-soaked gold. Dream’s words, not the author’s. Dream doesn’t want to admit, Nightmare is much bulkier than him, an obvious alpha. Opposite of Dream in all elements.
“You’re a sneaky fucker aren’t you, Dreamy boy?” Nightmare said, anger obvious from the voice. Dream isn’t a coward, really, but he doesn’t want the others to get hurt for his mistake.
“What now? I obeyed, you asshole. I decided to abandon my pack just for you to be in it. What the fuck else do you need,” Excuse the curse word but Dream is also pissed.
“You did but one of them is not sending word of why you left. Look here, Dreamy, I saw a letter on your beloved George’s bedside table,” Thankfully, Dream’s mask is still intact and hid his shock from the sight of his letter supposedly at George’s house. “Look, here too, from all the houses on this SMP. Do you really want your pack to die, Dream?!”
Dream was shocked and scared. He didn’t want that! Not his beloved pack. Not his pups. Not anyone on this SMP.
Dream pleaded to the shapeshifting demon, both for not killing his comrades and for leaving them alone. He didn’t want them to die for his mistake. Yes, that’s right. It was all his mistake…
“Good Dreamy, now I will teleport you to these coordinates. There is a hut there with food. If I saw you mining for resources, I would not hesitate to kill the bee boy or the loud one. I will get you once your house within the perimeter of this place is done. Don’t worry, Dreamy, it’s gonna be the largest redstone house on the SMP. I’ll name it Pandora. Until then, wait for me, Dreamy.”
That was the last time Dream had spoken to Nightmare as he was teleported to somewhere. Dream was speechless. He didn’t know that Nightmare was an admin. Another threatening fact about the anomaly.
Dream wandered around the space he was teleported in. True to Nightmare’s words, there is a hut and food stored inside. He looked upon the clouds. Dream is now alone.
Little did Dream know was the three months he waited on that hut, Nightmare was going against the promise of not hurting his pack. The demon also made a prison for Dream to reside in.
That’s why Dream was surprised to be suddenly teleported to the least space he has situated in. Not only was it small, but it was also burning hot inside it. Dream was confused, he didn’t want to be in there. Why would he be in there? Dream doesn’t know.
It was a box made of obsidian, he can see from the one black space that it is covered in lava. A box with books, a clock, and a water-filled cauldron can be seen on his left. A water-filled block is on his right. He didn’t want to be in there. As he went close to the chest-filled books, he noticed the lava from above start to slowly lower. He saw the large size of the lava lake.
Across the said lake was another kind of obsidian space. He really can’t see who was across him due to the dim light of the lava from below. But what he noticed was the sound of some kind of contraption. A piston.
Dream can now see the moving contraption, a contraption that reminded him of the past teaching of Sam about Redstone. Which Sam regretted since he used that to escape from them led to his victory on one of the manhunts.
Dream smiled slightly. At the sudden rush of emotions, he touched his face on instinct. His mask was not on his face. Fuck! The only thing he can hold onto is now gone!
And the contraption was getting louder and he could see the person standing on it. Sam. The guy he just thought of. Dream was relieved! Sam can take him out of this abomination-of-a-box!
“Sam! Sammy! Thank god, you’re here! Can you please take me out of here? I don’t even know why I’m inside this,” Dream smiled at the sight of his friend. One of the hunters in their games and the Redstone master.
Dream stepped closer to the approaching contraption, the creeper-hybrid staring at him like he doesn’t give a shit. What..?
Dream was confused but nonetheless waited for Sam to arrive at the obsidian cage. Dream was ready to leave then and there.
As Sam arrives, Dream wants to hug his beloved friend. Dream missed his pack. Dream missed everyone. But was curious as to why Sam got something out of his inventory. A potato. Not even baked.
“Here’s your food for this month, don’t waste any of it or you won’t get any for the next month,” Sam instructed as he handed ten potatoes onto Dream’s hands. Dream was dumbfounded. Wasn’t Sam supposed to let Dream out of this abomination?
“Sammy? What’s this? Am I not getting out..?” Dream didn’t want to stay there any longer. Also, eating ten potatoes for a month and not dying of starvation? Heck, ten potatoes are normally his lunch for a day!
Sam was confused and kind of pissed off. A nerve was visible on his forehead.
“First of all, do NOT call me Sammy! Second of all, are you acting dumb or are you actually stupid to comprehend that you deserve to rot in prison?” Sam straight up snarled at Dream, making Dream flinch.
This was not the Sam he knew… This was not his brother figure. Surely not, and why was Dream supposed to be in prison? He cannot comprehend it at all.
Three months of isolation fucked up his mental state so Dream doesn’t know whether he was really dumb or not because what Sam said might have been the truth. But how?
Once again, he had been isolated! He does not know what happened to his pack or peers. So he doesn’t know what is happening right now. All Dream thought was to tell Sam the truth.
“S-sam, I don’t follow. I-it’s me, Dream! The real Dream! If ever there is another person out there that looks like me, that is not me. It was Nightmare. He is a demon who can shapeshift to– I don’t know, everyone, I guess? But he currently uses my identity! I haven’t done anything wrong, Sammy! It probably was Nightmare, not me! He-he isolated me in this place far from the main SMP! Believe me, Sammy! I haven’t done anything wrong, I promise!” Dream panted as he shouted these words.
He can just hope to some God out there to make Sam believe his words as it is entirely true. But his hope diminished as he saw Sam grab his sword from his inventory.
“Why… You fucking asshole, you dare gaslight me? Do you think your tricks will work on me as you did to Tommy? No fucking way, Dream,” Sam stated coldly as he pointed the sharped tip of the sword towards Dream.
“No fucking way that’s gonna happen. You? Isolated? Aren’t you turning the story around, Dream? Let me turn you in on some obvious information. You hurt a child. You isolated a pup. You threatened, gaslighted, abused Tommy. Don’t make up such lies, Dream. It won’t work on me,” Sam said as he stabbed Dream in the arm.
Blood began to sip out of the wound. It wasn’t that deep but it hurt Dream. Yet that pain doesn’t compare to the pain inflicted on him by Sam’s words.
He hurt a pup..? The pup that he considers as his own..? No, it was Nightmare! It was not him! He can’t even think of hurting the pup! It was all a misunderstanding!
“S-sam! It was not me!’ Dream shouted, his voice was trembling so was his body. He just couldn’t take in the horrible suspicion. Tears ran down his eyes, visible to the creeper-hybrid’s sight.
The hybrid was quite surprised. It reminded him of the Dream he knew before all the wars and fighting began. The Dream that always laughs whenever told a shitty joke. The Dream he knew took care of his best friends as if they are family, which they are. The Dream that he taught about Redstone machines. The Dream he knew was gone. Long gone before the Disk War. Sam felt pity. Sam missed the old Dream. Yet he shouldn’t be tricked by such lies. He shouldn’t.
So he pulled the sword away from the blonde’s arm and thrust it on the blonde’s stomach. Sam watched Dream doubled over. The blonde’s hands clutched the sword on his stomach.
Dream coughed up blood while he held onto the sword, pulling it out of his body. Tears ran nonstop from his eyes. Stop. Stop! Stop!
He couldn’t stop crying. Garbles coughs and sobs were heard around the small space of the said prison cell . So is the squelching sound of blood as Dream desperately pulls the sword out of his body. It hurts!
After a few agonizing minutes of pulling, it was finally out. Dream couldn’t even think as he felt blood splatter out of his stomach and that was the last straw. His eyes rolled back as he passed out.
The last thing he heard was, “Shouldn’t have pulled the sword if you don’t wanna bleed out, you idiot.” Then, it was all black.
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Dream doesn’t know how much time had passed by the time he regained consciousness. All he felt was a pain in his back and abdominal area. He groaned as he sat up from his position, his back cracking in pain from laying down on the hard obsidian.
He clutched his stomach and felt the smooth fabric of bandages on his stomach. It was obvious from the dressing that it was not properly made and was rushed. The pain was still there but Dream couldn’t bring himself to care. The thought of Nightmare hurting a pup who he considers as his own brought excruciating pain on Dream’s heart... Also, the fact that they believed that Dream was the one who had done it made his heart and mind blank.
From the rush of emotions on Dream’s self, tears continued to run down his face. A blank face was displayed on Dream’s face. Yet the tears didn’t stop. It never stopped until his eyes were bloodshot red and strained.
After a few days or months— Dream doesn’t know — that passed, Dream encountered a new face. Quackity.
Thus a year of pure torture, isolation, and starvation passed. Dream was not the same sane and strong omega from before. He is now nothing but an accused heinous criminal and doll for others to hurt and inflict pain onto.
The once quite slim and muscular omega was now so thin that his bones are visible. Malnutrition is obvious from the state of his being. His eyes are bloodshot red from all the crying he had done. His hands are bloody, so are the few nails that remained on his fingers. Scars littered the omega's body. His arms, thighs, and legs are dressed with poor quality bandages and are still bleeding.
Dream had lost his sense of time. All he knew was the cycle of visits Sam and Quackity do. Quackity comes in and tortured him physically. Then, after Quackity leaves, Sam comes in with a potato, gives it to Dream, and mentally scars him. Accusing him of heinous things Dream had supposedly done.
Then, after that, Quackity will come in… just like today.
“You know why people torture prisoners?” The duck-hybrid uttered, polishing the netherite sword on his lap, sitting on the chest across Dream. The only thing Dream could do was to stare on the ground, waiting for the strike that had hit him over and over every time Quackity was in the cell.
And indeed the strike came, the sword slashed on Dream’s shoulder blade. The wound was not too deep yet it bled like one. Although Dream thought that he was already numb to the pain, he still felt it.
“Answer when I’m asking you a question,” Another slash on his other shoulder was done and Dream managed to croak a quiet affirmation.
“Firstly, they would do it for revenge. Then, for information. So, come on, Dream. I’ve been doing it for months, when will you give me the information I want? If you just told me earlier, I might’ve left you alone and not do this, you know?”
Dream cannot help but feel terrified. He remembers the book that Quackity wanted. It was a book given to him by his older brother. He and XD were the only ones who knew about the book so why would Quackity know that? Heck, Dream didn’t even know Quackity till meeting him in the prison.
… Does Nightmare know that? Did XD tell Quackity? No way did his brother betray his trust, right..?
“ AGH! ” Pain blossomed from another wound inflicted on him.
“Answer me, you fucking bitch. Just give me the Revival Book, you little shit!”
Another strike…
And another…
And another…
Until Dream passed out from the pain, exhaustion, and starvation.
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Has it been long since Quackity came and tortured him? Has it been long since Sam went in and gave Dream dirty rags and bandages to somewhat heal himself? He doesn’t know anymore. There was also no word from Nightmare. No word from his god brother. No word from anybody.
Does anybody know that Dream was inside this hell-like-prison? Obviously, they know. The Dream they know is inside the prison. The prisoner, the villain, the manipulator, the evil person who committed various heinous crimes around the SMP.
It… wasn’t Dream… It was Nightmare…