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Cooking. Dream doesn't know shit about it, yet is still standing in the castle's bustling kitchen. Luckily for him, he doesn't do the actual cooking part, he's one of few that bring the way too many golden plates of disgustingly delicious food to the king, queen, and their son.
Just a week ago he was going over plans with his co-worker Technoblade. He and a few others form a group known as the Syndicate. The group strives for the abolishment of hierarchy, for kingdom ship to be gone. They're a very well-coordinated group, preparing for the most advanced and complicated plans, this one being no different.
Dream had a reason to be working in the castle kitchen, for breathing the expensive air those all-mighty acting people were breathing aside him. The team had come up with a plan, a plan to finally assassinate the royal family.
In his pocket, he had a pouch filled with berries of the plant named Atropa Belladonna. These sweet berries were highly poisonous, having several severe symptoms, one of them being death.
He first had to go through days of training and listening to people ramble on about etiquette and boring rules. Today was finally the day he would be able to pursue his mission though. He would carefully place the berries on the plates the Royals would be eating from, knowing that even when they all eat just one, the poison would start doing its thing.
He didn't have to worry about others getting sick from these berries luckily. At least there was a positive about the king, queen, and prince being privileged, eating all the food themselves. The numerous plates that were prepared for them and only them. Greedy bastards.
Dream and a few others were waiting in the hallway for the food to be done. Prior to this, they were preparing the dinner table, setting the beautiful golden plates and cutlery on the dark wooden table.
The door in front of them opened. Suddenly getting a strong smell of spices and well-prepared food forced up his nose, Dream snapped out of his thoughts and quickly walked in behind the others.
Chefs were yelling and shouting, finishing off the plates in a haste with small decorations of pretty leaves and edible flowers. As the plates were placed rapidly but carefully on the counters, Dream and the servants took them in their hands, holding two per arm. He had no struggle with this, even though he didn’t pay attention to any of the training lessons. He was just incredibly good, at everything really. He often had to keep his balance running over rooftops, hiding on top of thin tree branches. Balancing a couple of plates? Childsplay.
Today was not the day for appeasing his ego though, he had to keep a hand free for the placement of the berries. He waited for the others to grab the plates first, leaving just two behind. Perfect. He swiftly grabbed the two plates and put them on one of his arms.
As he left the kitchen to follow the group, he closed the door behind him, making sure no eyes were set on him, and making sure he was behind everyone else.
Now’s his chance. He put his free hand quickly in his pocket, grabbing a handful of the berries. He placed them on the neatly decorated plates, making sure they didn’t look out of place. Done, easier than he thought.
He knew the royals ate from all plates since he has been on cleaning duty a few times. Three people eating so much, while there were starving people out on the streets begging for as much as a crumb.
He felt pain for those people out there, he used to be like them after all. So lost and hopeless, until a golden-haired man took him in. letting him stay in his cozy little inn, treating him like family.
The dining room’s doors opened in front of him, bright light seeping through the halls where he and the other plate-holding servants were standing.
As they were let inside, they placed the plates on the previously mentioned decorated table, and quickly headed back outside, as to not further disturb the loudly chatting king and queen.
The prince was quiet. Dream had noticed he didn’t see much of the prince in general. Like his presence was ignored.
No matter. He’ll be dead alongside his parents in just a couple of days.
The group of servants headed back to the kitchen, talking amongst each other, taking no notice of Dream walking in the complete opposite direction. His job was done, he was no longer needed in this hell-forsaken castle.
Noting the outlay of the castle halls, he found himself a small passageway he was told about earlier this week. It lead to a pretty big garden.
In the middle of the garden, a golden-haired man sat against a giant tree. The man was wearing long green robes and a white and green striped hat of sorts. Wrapped around the hat were two thin ropes with hearts on the ends. As he looked up, his greyish blue eyes glistened in the lantern’s light he was holding.
“Hello Dream.”
Dream tenses a little, “I told you not to use that name when I'm not wearing the mask, Phil.”
The man now known as Phil laughed softly, his face wrinkling from the smile, “I suppose I'm just more used to it than Clay."
Dream scoffed but soon followed with a smile too.
He walked over to Phil as he reached his hand forward. Phil grabbed it with his empty hand and lets himself get pulled up, the lantern swinging a little from the momentum.
“so, the job’s done, correct?” Phil asked, walking towards the garden’s gate.
“Yep. They should be dead in a matter of days.” The other noted nonchalantly.
Phil nodded and stopped walking when standing in front of the gate. He opened it and let Dream go first. Dream thanked him quietly and walked ahead, waiting for Phil to catch up.
“So where we headin’? I could go for a drink, I did just successfully commit a crime ya know.”
Phil laughed, looking around for any guards, “Don’t get your hopes up. What will you do if one, or even all survive?”
“Phil, they won’t survive, trust me. I know what I’m doing.” He scoffed.
“That doctor will just think it’s a simple flu, and before he knows it, they’re all dead!”
“You’re right, you’re right. Let’s head to my tavern then, I’ve already notified Wilbur I’d be later, but I don’t want to keep him waiting much longer.”