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"𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐬𝐭.."
It was a nice day. Actually it was a nice month. Dream wasn't in pain at once. Quackity hasn't visited him for like a month or more. The server villain couldn't tell since he doesn't have his clock. He burned the damn thing when he got annoyed by the constant ticking in his little cell.
Don't get him wrong, the heat doesn't go anywhere from his cell, the obsidian still cut his scarred skin, his stomach still burned from hunger but he couldn't find himself to care anymore.
He spent seconds, minutes, hours thinking about his server but there is only one thing that he realised was… They forget about HIM.
They live their little life peacefully on his server that HE gave them. Invited every single one of them, talked with them, helped them and this is their gratitude.
He really gets why his server needed something that stops the crimes on his Smp but why is he the only one punnised? Why does everybody get a second chance and not him? Why? Why? Just why….
When he created his server he made 3 simple rules. And the people just broke them as a second hobby. He knows that he is no saint. After the wars started he couldn't keep his own rules. But the thought of him not getting to live as the people on his server just makes him heartbroken.
He killed people - So does Tommy, Tecno and even Puffy
He manipulated people - so does Wilbur
He tortured someone- so dose Quacity
He lied - so does anybody in his server
He betrayed everybody - so does EVERYBODY betrayed him and the list can go like this till forever.
Even though he is still the only one who is locked away from the sunlight, his pets and human touch or any interaction. It makes an ugliy feeling in his stomach and it is not hunger.
He wants to be free running around in the grass without shoes and feel something soft once.
There is one thing that the Smp doesn't know. He can feel them. He can feel their emotions and pain. A little addition of his admins power. However, since he had been locked up the tension in his people slowly started to disappear and happiness slowly took its place.
He wants to be happy for them. He is really trying but the idea of his imprisonment makes them feel like this is just not left in his head ever.
It sits in the back of his brain and is constantly reminding him how much of a failure he is. How happy everybody is without him. ( Well not everybody he could tell. There is still someone who waits for him and it makes his heart a little warmer.)
He knew that even in prison he had his admin power. Even Sam's greatest prison couldn't hold him back! He could have destroyed the whole Smp by just typing a few commands in his communicator… BUT NO he wanted to play fair with his so called "friends' ' and this is the result of his choices.
He wants to be happy again, have friends and a family again just about anything outside of this godforsaken dark box. He can feel his mental health drop every day he spends here.
And just like this a plan formed in his brain. A plan that will change the server and its habitants future but Dream couldn't find himself to care anymore. He's gonna leave them all behind just like they did with him and live a happy life with the few people he still had and maybe with some new faces. Who knows really?
As adrenaline pumped through his veins his brain filled with daydreams. He doesn't even notice when he got up from the obsidian floor and opened his admin panel. He just glanced around the hell hole that was his home for the past year and smiled softly.
The walls were still tinted with his blood, the cauldrons water was still dirty, the piles of rotting potatoes in the corner still smelled horrible, the chest is still filled with damaged books which held the details of his stay in prison but it's not his problem anymore.
He took some firm steps in the direction of the lava wall while quickly typing something in his communicator. Thinking about how young he still was, how much more potential his story had. He took a deep breath and after that he was gone.
"𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞."