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Dream... was bored.
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A month had passed since the Dark Sanses had kidnapped him mid-battle. Up until this point he had been held in a magic-dampening cell in their dungeon. The magic-dampening also blocked any positive energy from getting to him. This meant that he was forced to live off the small reserve of positive energy his body stored, which was already somewhat depleted from the earlier battle.
By this point he had been drained of nearly all his reserves and was almost at the point of starvation. His aura had shut down a week prior as his body began to conserve resources. He was edging the stage of feeling his own positivity shut down as his body’s last ditch effort to stay alive when, for the first time since he had been brought down there, Dream saw the door open.
From behind the door came Killer. As the homicidal skeleton walked towards him, the positive guardian moved as far away from him as he could.
Removing the restraints around Dream’s wrists and ankles, Killer spoke to him. “Calm your ass down, Nightmare says that you should be weak enough by now that you won't be a threat, so he's decided to let you out for now. No funny business though, if you decide to go fucking about with shit you're going straight back in here. Clear?”
“Clear.”
With a grunt of acknowledgement, Killer turned around and jerked his head for Dream to follow. They walked in silence until the younger stopped outside a door.
“This is your room. The kitchen is down the corridor to the left, then right, then down the stairs and through the living room. You'll pass the bathroom in the corridor you turn right for. Got that?” Killer explained blandly.
“Yep.” Dream replied.
“Right then,” Killer turned and began walking away, “See ya.”
Too exhausted to take anything in, Dream simply made a beeline for the bed, flopping down on it. He resolved to get an actual look at his room tomorrow, before drifting off.
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Looking around the room he was given, Dream shivered in disgust. A thick layer of dust coated everything and there were cobwebs everywhere. From the looks of things, it seemed like this room hadn't even been entered since it was first set up who knows how long ago.
With a sigh Dream went to find cleaning supplies. He refused to stay in a room as filthy as that for any length of time if he could help it.
And so, that was why he spent the next three weeks cleaning.
After awkwardly asking Dust where to find the cleaning supplies he made it his mission to make the room as clean as physically possible.
It took him a fortnight of hard work to clean his room in his weakened state. It was particularly challenging since he kept forgetting to eat. He would normally be able to feed off the positivity of whatever AU he was in, but with seemingly only five people in whatever AU this was, there was nowhere near enough to keep him going.
He then spent a week cleaning the bathroom seeing as it was also in a right state. It was easier to clean than his room though, since, as far as Dream could tell, someone had at the very least made some sort of effort to clean it at some stage.
The following week was spent just wandering around the castle, trying not to get lost in the twisting, maze-like corridors and looking for something more interesting to do.
And then he found the library.