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There was a small sound of something closing. The light in the already dark soon went down a bit. The next sound was of something going on a desk gently, the quiet air around now more apparent. It was late outside, only told by the clock on the wall, the only thing that showed that time was definitely passing. It was like an anchor in the house.
The blonde sitting at the desk sighed as he kept still. His hands stayed gently on the laptop as he held it closed. He couldn’t tell why he did, maybe it was the fear that it’ll come open and show his face. After all he went through to hide it, it would be lost and he would be forced to live forever.
He quietly just got up and walked into his room, turning off the lights as he left, sending his house into complete darkness. His room was no better, only having a small lamp on his bed. The thing emitted a soft green light, it was comforting to him. His windows were boarded up and any mirrors were gone. Sighing, the man walked to his bed, not bothering to change as he fell on the warm sheets. His porcelain mask was set carefully on his night stand.
The mask was a gift from his aunt, who was almost like a mother. She gave it to him when he was little. He never took it off when he first got it. At first people got scared when they would see him with it. The smile on it was unsettling to most people. Eventually it just became a thing that they became used to. He still doesn’t take it off when around other people.
The lamp turned off, the room silent as the blonde curled up on his side. The darkness and assurance of things made it easy for him to fall asleep for the night. The house became completely still, like it was locked in one moment in time. Ironically, it’s the opposite of what he wanted. But if that’s what it took to get what that was, then he could put up with that.
Dream wasn’t human, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise. No one knew what he was, and he tried telling people not to find it out. He didn’t want to be non-human, he wanted to be a mortal like everyone else.
His face could change that plan though. He knew barely anything about his origin, all he knew was that Schlatt found him and Tubbo one day. He claimed there was a meteor and when he went to go see it, he found those two. He always tells that story, but no one believes him. They don’t think that what was up there would find its way to someone like him.
The things up there, no one knew what they were. Most called them angels, others treated them as gods. But they did have powers, all with non-human forms. They weren’t well liked though. There were some in the Overworld, though they were rare. But some people didn’t like them. It was even worse than what normal hybrids got.
Dream was one of them. He hated going outside for a couple of reasons, but that was one of them. At least he was lucky enough to be able to cover himself up enough. There were other explanations as to why he stayed inside though. He just felt uncomfortable interacting with people, the non-human parts of his skin were also sensitive to the sun as well.
But his face was his biggest problem. Dream wasn’t unattractive, he was fine in that sense. It was just that whatever he was had certain rules when it came to that stuff. There was a special power that came when he turned 20, the one that granted immortality.
Living with someone for eternity was important to the species that Dream belonged to. It could be a family member, a pet, a friend, or a partner. Anyone that saw Dream’s face would live forever with him, and he could only live forever if he had that person.
He used to be excited for something like that, to be able to live forever with someone. The first person in his mind was his friends George. Dream tried being with him, tried to win his love. He almost had it, too.
But that’s when the fear began to settle in. His friends were human, and they weren’t so interested in stuff like that. Dream never told them what he was, only his family knew. Until they started talking about it was when he considered if George would even like him when he found out what he was, what he could do.
It got worse. He didn’t even know if he wanted to live forever. He was there, he was hanging out with George, and then the question settled in. It felt heavy, so heavy. Dream didn’t stay for much longer, leaving his friend and the dread that came with it. They still stayed friends, but Dream never told him.
He wasn’t going to tell anyone, it would be taken to his grave. He knew it would, because it being a secret assured that there would be a grave in the first place. He just wanted to live a mortal life. So he made sure his face was as hidden as possible. He would never become immortal.
There wouldn’t be anyone who could convince him that he should. Even if he did find someone to love him, he didn’t want to condemn them both to go through what he only saw as a curse. It was either that or he never showed his face to the person he loved. Both were terrible options to him, so he just swore to never fall in love.
It wasn’t hard since he was in his house most of the time. Besides, there probably wasn’t anyone who would put in enough effort for him to be affected by it. He knew that there wouldn’t be a person that would be so adamant about it while he has no plan of reciprocating. Whoever would is just an idiot.
Dream snapped awake as he heard his phone go off. He sat up as he went to grab his phone. It was just George. A sigh escaped as he answered the call. It wasn’t like he had to completely isolate himself, as long as he could just stay online, he didn’t need to worry.
He’d been doing this for a year, he could do it for a century more if he needed to.