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Silence, that’s calm for a while until it gives up on you. Sometimes stories are black and white, sometimes they are meant to be and you're not supposed to look into the reasoning behind their actions. Most of the time in things like fairy tales or Disney movies the villain has no reason other than evil. If you imply the black and white senero in real life you are met with different results.
Real life punishments for “villains' ' who supposedly have no reason other than evil come to be harsh depending on what life you're looking at. You see there are many stories countless in fact, but none as misunderstood as this one. He was meant to be doing good not leading into chaos.
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Dream’s Diary (In The Prison)
Prison was a torture upon of it’s self, of course I did bad things in my life to end up here. You see, whoever is reading this the whole server did bad things, but apparently I’m the worst. My plan was to become worst, and everything went perfectly.
There was a problem in my plan, I didn’t take encount my past encounters with people and how I feel about them. I was never a favorite of that many people on the server, only a select few.
Well now only a select few but only the people I trust. My “no attachments plan” might’ve gone a little far I might admit, at first it was a test to test my friendship with others. Then I made it my plan with Punz to make myself the most hated and I somehow got away with it.
My plan was going well but I somehow managed to get stuck with the person who hated me the most (for good reasons) Tommyinnt. It was going well for a while until I snapped because he got annoying. Killed my cat.
(and also said that the revival book wasn’t real) But I eventually revived pretty soon after, though then he brought in Ghostbur while he was hiding trying to kill me. So then I killed Ghostbur and revived Wilbur.
Things after that point got worse, quackity sir started visiting me. He wanted the revival book but I couldn't give him it. (Yet) Then he started, how do I say torturing me. He might have new methods later, am I scared?
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Dreams POV
I can hear the sound of the redstone machine working. I know that quacity sir, is coming.
He comes daily because he wants what I have, power. (I’m okay, okay, okayokay) To be more specific about what I have is well the revival book. With it I can revive the dead. This power in the wrong hands could be deadly, thus why I have it. (Was this the right choice?)
I think I am the only one that can handle it right now, it would be deadly in someone like quacity’s sir’s hand. (Giveittoohim)
Oh god he’s here..
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“Hey Dream- so what do you say about giving me the revival book” Says Sir in a sarcastic tone of voice.
I do genuinely think about my comment after this but only for a few seconds and so I respond snarky “no”
“Oh well. If you're going to be so tough you know what happens next” He says this in a way that you would think of in a normal conversation, except when he says oh well.
“I have no clue what you mean by this, Quackity'' my comment is so obviously sarcastic. I address sir as Quackity here it means something I can’t understand now. I regret this comment, even though I’ve said it about a million times before or well something like it. This was a bad idea by saying this…
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Blood, it was everywhere. Looked like a slaughterhouse. One might even mistaken it as such. No, it was going to be much worse soon.
“Aw come on all you have to do is give me the book and this will all be over” Sir said taunting me.
“I-i” “I-I c–can tel-” “youu” I said this really quickly I just wanted it to end, I would rather die than keep up with this I decide to myself. (but it would be much worse than death)
I knew I would die right? This would be the right option, yeah. Though it would be stupid the villain of the server dying over some dumb book, well too be fair the book did posses a lot of power. To be fair I didn’t know if I could say much. I could barely talk at that time, I knew where I hid the book. I was still pondering my decision at that time.
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I told him..