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He was so tired.
He was always so tired.
He never got a break from the exhaustion that plagued his body and his mind.
It was always there, never leaving.
He was hungry but he never ate.
He was thirsty but he never drank.
He could feel his mind breaking but he never did anything.
He never called for help.
The lava always looked so appealing.
It was a way for everything to end.
It was a way for the pain to go away.
But that didn’t matter, he deserved this tortue.
He deserved to rot in this obsidian room.
Suicide would be a cowardly thing to do.
Yet, it was still so appealing.
He wanted to die.
He wanted it to go away.
He wanted them to know he was sorry.
He wanted to fix his mistakes.
But he wasn’t going to get that chance.
He had fucked up, it was all him.
He hurt the ones he cared about.
And for stupid reasons.
He pushed away everyone.
He hurt anyone who got to close.
He deserved every word they would yell when they’d visit.
He deserved the punches Sapnap gave him as he screamed and yelled at him.
He deserved the harsh words from George.
He deserved the mockery from Tommy.
He deserved the disappointed looks from Puffy.
He deserved the hurt looks from Punz.
He deserved it all.
And he knew this despite what others thought.
They all assumed he couldn’t change.
He could.
But they never gave him the chance to prove that.
Hell, even if he apologized, he’d lied so much they’d never believe him.
He was alone.
Completely and utterly alone.
His sobs were muffled by his hand.
He knew he deserved this, but he couldn’t do it anymore.
He couldn’t handle the pain.
It’d never change.
They’d hate him forever, it was just that simple.
He didn’t want to be hated.
But no one cared what he wanted.
His feet moved towards the molten lava.
The heat burned his skin, as he was only inches from it.
He’s written all his thoughts in the journal on the chest.
The only one that wasn’t filled with rambles of someone losing their mind.
All his apologies were there.
All the words he was never given a chance to speak.
He turned around, looking around the only place he considered home.
It was a mess.
Sam was gonna have to deal with his messes even after he died.
Dream laughed bitterly.
He just couldn’t make their lives easier.
At least there won’t be a body.
No body to remove.
No body to bury.
Like they would’ve buried him anyway.
He took a step back, heat cutting through his clothing.
He couldn’t go back now.
That wasn’t an option anymore.
They’d all be happy knowing he was dead.
He just wanted them all to be happy.
And if being dead made them happy, he’d gladly do it.
He stepped back again, the lava burning the first layer of his skin on the back of his body.
He stopped back a final time, letting the scorching heat eat away at his skin.
Tears ran down his freckled cheeks before the lava covered his face.
They were gonna be happy.
He finally did something right.
…
Dream tried to swim in lava
…
When George saw the death message he screamed until his throat was raw.
When Sapnap saw the death message he fell to his knees, a numb feeling settling into his chest.
When Sam saw the message he ran to the prison and took down the lava, but there was no one there.
When Punz saw the message he froze, unable to comprehend it.
When Tubbo saw the message his eyes widened and a hand flew up to his mouth, tears in his eyes.
When Tommy saw the message, he didn’t know what to do.
His mind was blank.
He didn’t even consider that he’d do that.
No one did.
God, what had they done?