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The comic is not mine, I don't know who the author is either but here
It is found however I take it out.

This is the story here on Wattpad, you can go see and guess the author, I don't plan on taking credits, I just want to see this shitty world reacting to one where the biggest green son of a bitch is a half-baked loaf of bread with Little Boo. Also say that the story is no longer updated for I don't know what reasons, but I will complete it with my own One-shots that I may make another story to put them in, I hope you like it and as usual some clarifications.

🌟This is a reaction, however since I'm not used to watching too many of the boys' broadcasts, I can't guarantee that they are 100% canonical in terms of their reactions, but I will try and also that I won't bring everyone, only relevant ones that are relatively stable

🌟As I say, I'm not aware of the events between interludes of events, so the timeline of those who react is between the resurrection of Wilbur and Dream even without entering prison, I know it doesn't exist, but imagine why? a mentally unstable prison dream with no desire to torture or something like that doesn't work for me, at least not for this context

🌟The reactions will be a bit long, if you saw the story, you will know that a chapter is divided into parts, I will try to make a single topic in one but I have yet to see that. Would you like to divide it into chapters of 3000 or one with each topic complete as far as it goes?

🌟As I said, the story is not MINE nor does it translate the few words I do, all credit to the creator, and the one who published in Wattpad

🌟I mentioned that it would be like a One-shot, well, they will see it on the screen as a movie as if it were themselves, but when I write it, I will not just put the images but I myself will write what is happening and lengthen it but to give more context; but even if they are seeing it in letters the characters will continue to see it as a movie, and as in any movie you do not see thoughts if you know what people think, only what they see, which will be a point that they will see when I publish the  drink.

🌟Since the story never officially ended, I would give it an ending, but consider it a headcanon, something that I think could have happened to give an "end" to this. Without disturbing the original work.

🌟In the comic, the relationship between Techno and Dream is not clarified, of course there is a nod to a platonic wedding but it is not part of the canon of the main story, so I do not consider it, since it is a react to AU canon, I feel that putting Dreamnoblade would be too much for them considering their relationship in the canon, so I will clarify that their relationship will be like brothers in arms or very close companions, childhood friends perhaps, but they will still be quite bothered in the canon with a platonic relationship . , the thing is that there are many very gay panels in the comic, but I love drama and misunderstandings, blame me

🌟The comic also makes a couple of changes to the appearances of some characters, but to avoid more drama and disbelief, all aspects of the comic will be changed to the canon or fanon-canon aspects of the fandom, such as the tail and horns . from Dream, although others will remain, such as Puffy's half-half hair from the comic.

🌟This will be like a united universe, it is not clear which server they are on, so we will say that they are on the Smp, George and Sapnap and Bad, on another nearby server, and the servers are connected to each other, so they can go to the Pixel , to tournaments, other servers, freely. To give more world building to the comic world.

🌟Another thing that is not clarified is the issue of lives, but we will keep it as 5 lives, why? Because I will love to write their reactions when they find out about that, and also that this level only applies to life within the server, in their code that is altered, for example, on the server where the rest of the Dream team will be, without lives . infinite because it is a quiet server, the tournaments will be a single life, but temporary with resurrection without consequences, in the hardcore, well you know. Oh how I will love to write your envy of this.

🌟As always, constructive criticism will be well received as long as it is done with due respect without insulting me.

🌟How I explain the story will be how I believe the context was set up for it to happen, because the fact that the child and Dream suddenly appeared, conveniently, is too much of a coincidence.
So what I will do is give context.

🌟Do not insult the people in the comments, if you want to see Dreamnoblade's relationship as romantic, platonic or brotherly, respect people's tastes, as well as the other ships that will be appearing in the background during the reaction.

🌟This will be like a slight nod to the omniscient streaming system So if I don't have a slight similarity with that, it's for that reason I like drama and long introductions So the God of this place will be represented by my irl self and  the presenter It will be my character that I use everywhere. There will be more details regarding this which will be explained later in the endnotes.

🌟Also say that it will not only be the main story that they will react to. I also plan to make a chapter dedicated to images that I can find on this theme of the DreamnoBlade and baby Boo family as well as another chapter that I will notify later about. You can make comments towards the characters and they react to them as well as the presentation of the rewards later which will be rented as each coin given will be an equivalent of one gold in your world; This is probably stretching it out too much to make a reaction fic But what can I say I love this fucking shit so much

That would be all for now, if I have anything else I will make other clarifications, but mainly, this is for the beginning of the reading, and if it is short, in the same chapter I can clarify something.

I hope you will enjoy all the reading, while you wait for the update of my other stories.

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Ruidos de cubiertos y pasos ligeros llenaron el oscuro silencio del lugar.

Niños cargando bandejas con comida y cojines amasando, puliendo cubiertos y ordenando habitaciones, perfecto, todo en su sitio, todo preparado.

Siendo observada, para que todo salga bien, ella con una sonrisa mientras lo hace, mientras piensa, emocionada por empezar, no es la primera vez, no será la última, pero es la mejor producida en años.

No puede soportar la incertidumbre, oh, cuánto anhela ver esto.

Pero ella se mantiene tranquila y espera, estos aún no están listos, y no piensa en cómo terminará, pero no puede esperar, tal vez una mirada antes de traerlos no le haga daño.

Ella sonríe para sí misma y su distancia de las pantallas que muestran el lugar que está preparando, girándose hacia el espacio negro, abriendo más vistas enfocándose en los diferentes rostros que pronto estarán viendo lo que ella quiere unirse para dar comprensión pero ¿a quién podría? Di algo.

Después de todo, no es por eso que están aquí para ver su reacción o lo emocionada que está.

Una llamada a una de las pantallas le quitó la atención alguien buscaba su aprobación para algo, era molesto por momentos, pero amaba a todos y cada uno de sus hijos.

- ¿Que sucede cariño?

Preguntó con voz melosa pero autoritaria, por mucho que los amaba, odiaba que lo interrumpieran mientras se entretenía.
Su pequeña Mix era su favorita, obediente y linda, su rostro aparecía, impasible, como siempre; Estaría más alegre más tarde.

Ella tenía que.

- Diosa mía, los preparativos están listos... sólo faltan los personajes principales.

Ella se inclinó brevemente ante ella mientras sonreía levemente y fruncía los ojos; ah~ claro que por eso era su favorito ya que compartían el mismo gusto por el entretenimiento.

- Buen trabajo cariño, come algunos bocadillos mientras esperas y asegúrate de que los atuendos de todos los demás estén bien ordenados, serás el primero en verlos al final del día.

Apartó su vista de la pantalla donde estaba por un momento y modificó un par de cosas hasta que apareció una al lado de Mixel.

- ¿Sabes qué hacer dulzura, asegúrate de que su llegada sea entretenida, hace tiempo que no hacemos algo así, debe ser especial, si cariño?

Casi no podía soportar la emoción, pero tenía que hacer algunas cosas finales. Quería compartir este pequeño entretenimiento y capricho suyo con sus seres queridos. Y por supuesto, al ganar algo de dinero o mucho dinero, podía confiar en que lo haría de manera excelente y le pondría una sonrisa en la cara. Tengo que decirle que yo también estoy entusiasmado con esto antes de cambiar su expresión neutral nuevamente.

- Como dices, diosa mía, empezaré a llamarlos en 10 minutos.

- Magnífico, adiós~

Cortó la conexión y se retiró del avión en el que se encontraba a un lugar mucho más abierto con percepciones de canales que conducían directamente a su cubo de vacío.

Tal vez debería enviar un par de invitaciones de último minuto a los bastardos a quienes les gusta ver sufrir a la gente. Definitivamente les encantaría esto.

Creó más palomas de luz a las que les transmitió su mensaje hablándoles con palabras para que repitieran con su misma voz, arregló todos los sistemas secundarios y preparó un par de cosas extra para que los ojos no se sintieran demasiado pesados con una cosa específica.
¡Y sin duda eso molestaría mucho más a tus invitados que un premio doble!

Ah, emoción, incertidumbre, ese sentimiento era definitivamente uno al que nunca podría renunciar.

Y ahora solo le quedaba observar como el lugar estaba perfecto, impecable, por supuesto su querida lo había arreglado todo, sus pequeños Bots alineados con sus lindos outfits que ella había preparado, sosteniendo bandejas listas para atender a sus invitados y cumplir sus caprichos. Mixel estaba en la plataforma. más alta con el orbe en sus manos escondido en la oscuridad. Sí, sería mejor que quisiera presentarlo después de todo.

Luego, recostándose para caminar sobre sus manos, sonriendo ante la vista, esperó mientras veía cómo las pestañas de estrellas titilantes aparecían en aquellas cabezas, muy bien, el espectáculo iba a comenzar.

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dmp

¿Qué era el Dsmp?
¿Un hermoso lugar donde los novatos pudieran instalarse y disfrutar de un servidor tranquilo?
No no no

¿Un lugar donde la guerra era el pan de cada día?
Antes

¿Un lugar que había destrozado a todos y cada uno de sus habitantes, acaparando lo que ya no tendrían y deseando algo que nunca conseguirían?
Cerca, muy muy cerca.

Fue creado como un patio de recreo para el administrador de un Dios que, como £=$^&, disfrutaba del entretenimiento que le brindaban sus jugadores pero de una manera mucho más cruel o buena según a quién le preguntaras.

Los conflictos habían terminado, los lugares estaban vacíos y sin vida, cada uno por su lado, cada uno sin confiar, cada uno sin comportarse.

Pero todavía con la misma mentalidad que hace tantos años.

Un Niño...
Rubio con brillantes ojos celestes como el cielo que se había apagado hace tanto tiempo, observaba el cielo desde lo alto de una de sus Torres en uno de los rincones más escondidos de todo el servidor, como cada noche. , como todos los días desde que llegó sin saber qué esperar sin saber qué pasará si tiene el coraje de terminar con todo solo observando si llovía y terminó mojando a todos alrededor empapando hasta la médula sus huesos por el frío del Obsesión infernal de la noche que no podía soportar estar ahí arriba con el sudor frío cubriendo su frente pero aún sin querer bajar.

Recordó un sufrimiento pasado y un presente anhelo de un futuro.

Oh pobre dulce sol

Pero como algo que dijo antes: un traidor a otro traidor nunca estuvo destinado a serlo.

Los párpados del rubio se sentían más pesados como si quisiera quedarse dormido tratando de bajar de la Torre hacia el pequeño lago que había construido para esto pero lo último que supo fue que era de noche y cuando los abrió nuevamente no había estrellas pero o no había sol y no hacía frío.

Ohh~ el pánico que lo invadió en ese momento, pequeñas risas ya se escuchaban desde el cielo, unas que él no podía escuchar.

Tommy, no sabía lo que había pasado.

El lugar donde despertó no era algo que hubiera visto antes, todo estaba negro con un leve resplandor amarillo iluminando el lugar con una fuente de luz que no reconocía de dónde venía.
Y despertar en algo súper suave había despertado un material que no reconocía como si hubiera estado acariciando una vaca o algo similar.

Pero...

¿Donde estaba?
¿Fue llevado a otro lugar?
¿Él murió?
Él puede ser-

-Bienvenido joven Tommy.

?!
Una voz pero canto infantil de varias voces fue lo que lo hizo darse la vuelta rápidamente, cayendo del lugar que luego reconoció como un sillón, aterrizando en las frías losas del piso que le sirvieron para regresar a la realidad.

Volvió asustado, eran niños.

Oh mierda, sí, eran jodidos niños.

En filas como si estuvieran sosteniendo las bandejas con un uniforme y bueno comparado con lo que reconocía como uno era más colorido lleno de volantes como las camisas de Techno. Lo miraban sin comprender,
cada uno diferente, de diferentes alturas, diferentes edades, tal vez un docena más, no se iban a molestar en contarlo, lo más importante era ni siquiera saber cuál era ese lugar.

Se levantó lentamente, llevaba lo mismo que llevaba pero más limpio. Tal vez ellos...; mirando de reojo a los niños que no sabían que se había movido de su posición y no lo habían vuelto a mirar pero aún con ese sentimiento les costó que respondieran a su nombre así que tenían algo que ver con que él esté allí.

Pero había algo en sus ojos, algo en la falta de vida que transmitían que le hizo retroceder ante esa idea y buscar quizás otra salida.

No es porque tuviera miedo o porque el jodido hombre más grande del mundo podría tener miedo de un grupo de... trago, niños.

Si no buscamos otra salida.

El lugar era espacioso, pero las paredes negras impedían ver los límites.

Había asientos de todo tipo, algunos que reconocía y otros que eran extraños, o sea, ¿era eso una puta bola de baba? ¡¿Había una cama allí?!

Estaban decorados con adornos plateados y mirando más de cerca no era un tono negro que los asientos eran sino un azul oscuro como la noche y si lo mirabas en el ángulo correcto tal vez brillaba, era bonito .

¡No! Concentrarse.

Avanzando, lo que pudo haber sido una broma negra de que no había pared, siguió caminando y retrocedió hasta que pudo haber otra luz acelerando, creyendo que había una salida y… ¿qué?…

Había mesas con sándwiches y comida pero no fue eso lo que le llamó la atención, fue que lo que vio fueron sus espaldas.

¡¿Y no fue jodidamente fantástico?!

¡MIERDA!
Mierda, mierda, mierda, mierda

Cuando sintió esos ojos mirándolo nuevamente sintió un escalofrío, sintió que sus piernas cedieron como si estuviera atrapado como si estuviera de vuelta en ese maldito corredor, no, no estaba allí y podía.

Corrió hacia el otro lado y terminó una y otra vez, sin importar dónde corrió, todo volvió al mismo lugar.
Hasta que alguien se paró allí en el medio gritándoles a los niños y él...

-Oye, ni siquiera vas a mirarme-

- ¿Tubbo?

Tubbo, que agitaba la mano hacia uno de los niños y pellizcaba la mejilla de otro, dejó lo que estaba haciendo y lentamente se volvió.

Se quedaron viendo viejos amigos, viejos compañeros

Para él, volver con Tommy era como ver una versión maltratada del que era su amigo. Para Tommy, ver era como ver un hermoso Espejismo en el desierto, con tantas ganas de verlo pero con tanto miedo de que fuera falso.

- ¿Cómo… cómo llegaste aquí?

Preguntó Tommy mientras se acercaba lentamente. No era que no confiara en que no lo lastimaría, pero no quería que lo culpara. No quería que pensara que era su culpa que estuvieran allí.

- ¿Dónde está aquí, Tommy?

- Yo... no lo sé, no puedes salir.

-Lo que mi-

paft
clac clic

El sonido de un cuerpo cayendo sobre algo y mejor miró la cama que había allí y lo que pudo ver sorprendió a Tommy tanto como lo aterrorizó.

A los pies de la cama, una corona tirada descuidadamente con una persona blanca y negra acostada en el borde de la cama.
Alguien a quien ves y nunca volverías a ver y al que tenía no quería verlo en esta situación.

- ¡Ranbú!

Tubo corrió hacia su esposo, él sabía que lo había dejado en casa con Michael cuando salió a las minas y terminaron este cubo con niños aterradores y Ranboo estaba inconsciente, no, no sería más exacto decir que él. . Estaba dormido.
Se sintió muy aliviado antes de tomar la corona y dejarla a su lado.

Tommy no quería acercarse a la cama, sabía que Ranboo y Tubbo estaban teniendo un momento allí y no quería estorbar. Se paró torpemente en medio de la habitación y antes de que pudiera volver a hablar escuchó el sonido de niños.

- Bienvenido Sr. Quackity

¿Cuartanería?

- ¡Que verga!

- ¿Cuartanería?

-¿Mamá P?

Quackity se volvió hacia ellos, las voces de un par de los pocos niños en el servidor, Tommy luciendo igual que cuando lo visitó y Tubbo sosteniendo a su esposo en sus brazos en una cama.

Esta ya no era su oficina.

'Que carajos'

Vio a los niños que lo saludaban, el intenso vacío del lugar hacia los bordes, y los distintos asientos a lo largo de la sala, suspiró profundamente, agarrándose el puente de la nariz, mientras caminaba hacia ellos.

Con sus pasos resonando en el lugar.

- ¿Sabes qué es este lugar?

- No, nosotros no

- ¿Llegaron al mismo tiempo?

- Llegué... antes que ellos.

Tommy no tuvo el coraje de decir sus nombres, al menos no ahora, no sabía si eso lo haría sentir incómodo. Así que dio respuestas breves, para no molestar tampoco a Quackity.

- Uhmm, bueno bueno, ¿no hay salidas?

- Es como un bucle de mierda.

Tommy respondió con desdén.

'Una maldita prisión infinita'

Se mordió el interior de la mejilla para ocultar el temblor de sus labios apretando los puños con más fuerza a los costados.

Quackity pensó en ello mientras se frotaba la barbilla y miraba a los niños alineados no muy lejos de ellos.

- Bueno, ¿algo sobre ellos?

Les señalo con la mano para verlos pero sin recibir respuesta.

Esta vez respondió Tubbo, al llegar lo primero que hizo después de saludarlos fue hacerlos reaccionar, incluso empujando a uno de ellos hasta hacer caer la bandeja, pero lo único que hizo fue recogerla y limpiarla con un trapo.

Parecían muñecos de una película de terror.

- Simplemente saludaron y luego ni siquiera se movieron.

Lo aterrador era sentir la realidad de su piel y el calor que irradiaban, pero él no diría eso.

- ¿Algo más?

Antes de que Tommy pudiera abrir la boca para responder, se escuchó otro estrépito, y esta vez, cuando vieron la capa rojo sangre que cubría a alguien que se levantaba rápidamente y el cabello rosado que caía hasta su cintura, ni siquiera necesitaron escuchar. El sonido. saludos.

- Bienvenido Sr. Technoblade.

Tommy sintió que el aire salía de sus pulmones y definitivamente sintió a Quackity sentarse lentamente a su lado desde su posición inclinada hacia Tubbo.
Lo sacó con su hacha o el que no se movió rápidamente hacia ellos tratando de apuntarles el cual hizo lo mismo con él, agarrando la espada en su cintura, mirándose entre sí pero antes de que pudieran comenzar a entablar sus discusiones. se detuvo, guardó el hacha y extendió los brazos juntos antes de que un cuerpo mucho más pequeño que el de ellos cayera entre ellos con las plumas negras dobladas dispersándose.

Con el mismo saludo monótono

- Bienvenido Sr. Philza

¿Qué...
Más sonidos vinieron más cuerpos cayendo?

Se podían escuchar gemidos y gemidos en la habitación Pero aún así nada se rompió. Los presentes mirando alrededor todo se retiraron más cerca de Tubbo y Ranboo más cerca pero no más lejos de Techno y Phil.

De voluntad...

Podía ver las formas vagamente familiares de aquellos que había visto antes tirados en el suelo o levantándome de nuevo, o ese montón de nudos marrones con un mechón blanco que nunca debería haber estado allí en primer lugar. 

Mientras se levantaban, él permaneció en el suelo inconsciente, tal vez no se sentía bien estar atrapado allí y como un balde de agua fría de la realidad cayó sobre él, atrapado en ese lugar que ninguno de ellos sabía donde estaba con todo. de ellos.

Los pensamientos de los demás no podían ser los mismos pero cada uno se veía con vago reconocimiento y cierta desconfianza, separándose en pequeños grupos, quedándose con un compañero, separándose del resto simplemente observando.

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¡La violencia no está permitida!

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Profundo… era una voz profunda y tranquila pero autoritaria que venía de algún lugar, la presión sobre sus cuerpos desaparecía aquellos que habían sido levantados tirados en el suelo.

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Bueno, bueno, pero no son encantadores, aunque tengo que admitir que no esperaba que empezaran a atacarse entre sí tan pronto como los traje. ¡Oh! Tal vez sí

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Una reprimenda infantil fue lo que siguió al comentario, haciendo un completo contraste. Entre los tonos altos y los tranquilos y frívolos, la emoción estaba latente pero la incertidumbre abrumadora.

-¿Quién carajos eres?

Tommy no tembló.

Sin absolutamente ninguna jodida razón, tembló ante el tono enojado que tan bien reconoció después de escucharlo durante años.

Dream estaba parado en el centro de la habitación mirando al cielo, con las manos escondidas en su chaqueta y su máscara ocultando su rostro, con un hacha en su mano brillando como solo un Netherite puede hacerlo cuando está lleno de encantamientos.

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Ah ah ah~ Modales cariño no me gustan los insultos

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Volvió a sonar como una madre amorosa, como si rompieras un jarrón.

Esto fue inesperado, escuchar a alguien que no podía ver pero aún sentir su presencia refiriéndose a alguien como él como si fuera un niño era divertido, pero...

Estaba claro que Dream no se lo tomaría bien.

El hacha se clavó en el suelo y se podía sentir la presión en sus acciones antes de hablar.

- Pero que carajo- joroba hum

Pero no dijo más.

Los presentes, todos ellos, lo miraron con sospecha y curiosidad valorativa. Dream sostuvo su máscara pero encorvado, con sus labios sellados incapaces de abrirse, no les mostraría este estado desagradable y degradante.

Y mucho menos esta entidad que le hizo esto.

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Dije "sin insultos" Greeny, y realmente odio repetir cosas para pequeños jugadores estúpidos como tú que no prestan atención a lo que les dicen.

Eso se aplica a todos ustedes ~ si desobedecen, serán penalizados.

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El aire se volvió pesado, esta... persona, si se le puede llamar así.

Incluso si la mayoría de ellos ya sabían que este era un trato más complejo con la divinidad, pero a aquellos que tenían alguna relación con esto, no les sentaba bien no sentir su conexión con esto XD. Él no estaba allí.

- ¿Qué me has hecho?

Dream volvió a hablar ahora sin aguantar y con un tono más taciturno sin burla ni enfado.

La voz pareció vacilar pero se rió y respondió con entusiasmo.

Porque, ¿a quién le importa?

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Bueno, ¿no es obvio?... Cállate, me molesta que me interrumpan sin preguntar, y dudo que te guste quitarte esa linda mascarilla para que vean lo que tienes, ¿no? Se amable y portate bien. Y también nos llevaremos tu juguetito.

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An invisible force passed, knocking Dream into the seat that two children arranged for him, the ax disappeared from his hand and three more childs stood around him, with trays of food and snacks.

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In fact, if you want to know, you should sit down, my little "bots" will attend to you, it's their job after all, just ask the nearest bot for something and it will be fulfilled, Oh, aren't I the best hostess?

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The "bots" began to move, holding desserts, drinks and napkins, walking close to each of them, at least two per safe person, settling into seats and bowing respectfully towards them.

Others just stood and waited unfazed.

Looking between them with whispers, one of the bots approached with blankets for Ranboo who was on the sofa bed with Tubbo, another carried more cushions that he carried to another nearby sofa and urged him to sit down, Tommy did not want to but he was not going to do more questions.

The floor was shaved with the sound of wood as he pushed an elegant oak chair with suede towards Quackity, perhaps asking for another seat, sitting good but not comfortable. He did the same preventing the children's blank stares, acting like well-trained soldiers.
Quackity called a girl with a napkins, preventing act bad with her, and question. 

- What wines do you have?

- All types, the specifications are relevant, but there is a letter of recommendations given by my lady if he would like to see

- Je, I assume if you speak about that woman, it's true, jump.

- No, Mr. Quackity, my lady is the goddess's young miss.

The whispers stopped, and Quackity felt his eye twitch, because of course, damn the gods.

- Is she a god?

Dream asked the "bots" who returned with palms for wind and a cart with desserts.
For him.

But he couldn't respond.

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Did you doubt it? Well that makes them a little stupid, but so much funny

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The response gave mixed reactions, the duo in the elegant armchairs filled with jewels seemed taciturn and light in discontent, those on the other side seemed disgusted and bewildered.

The other pair hate towards someone from the front, those who arrived first uncertainty and fatigue, only one of them settled and covered sleeping on a cot.

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And answering the question from before, they are here... to entertain me!

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The sound and glass breaking and drink cards falling to the floor echoed in the space.

The faces of some turned pale, others red with anger, and some amused with interest.

- Excuse me miss. It means then that he brought us here at the mercy of our desires and against our will,... for fun.

The angel's response, thanking a child for a tea, speaking calmly and with a smile, but without being peaceful at all, speaking at the dark end of the roof with cold eyes waiting to see her.

But only because the screen gave him fun without knowing where he was actually seeing it from.

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What would be another reason why you existed?, do you serve to entertain us in some way or another, some of you may have already realized that.

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Tommy spoke in a whisper.

'Not this again'

- Entertain us?

They paid attention to the faint voice in a space at the back far from the central chair.

But it was the implication and what that meant that was important, there was no "me" there, it was still "us".

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Oh Tommy honey, I can't believe they thought I was selfish enough to not share this short little reaction time all to myself right no no no no no What kind of companion would I be if I didn't do something to have my dearest's?

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PUM CLANCK

- We will be treated like a zoo show for your "little friends"?!

For the first time since they arrived, Jack shouted, knocking the tray in front of him and dirtying the place, he could see Nicky agitated next to him just looked at him.

Dream laughed at him, oh silly fool Jack, doing that is one of the worst things you can do in the temple of a God, maybe even if he was treated as a spectacle, he would also be entertained. And he was not wrong.

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And who said anything about that I care, I also remind you, that they are MY CHILDREN'S you are touching

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The space shook, the cutlery clinked, it was a reminder.

Of course, to whom that space belonged, to whom they were subjected, and to whom they entertained with their insignificant presences, she reminded them, it was a God and they, well, not all of them, mortal or not, against a God there was nothing she could do, there not at least.

They saw her fun with Dream, control those children, and create that infinite space. The playing field was very uneven, and although for some the emotion of everything against was intoxicating, there was too much at stake to risk. And the... "company" didn't help.

They were divided fractions, for money, for greed, for power, for love, there was no group larger than 4 people and the rest were in pairs or alone.

A silent pressure was present, two child's grabbed Jack's arms and forced him to sit, keeping him there.

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I think I'm being too nice to you. I've also been a part of many of these things before and you think you're getting the best deals you could give, some just red rose a random room and they put letters on bright screens. I'm here speaking personally and this is how they treat me ohh how they hurt me

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The drama in his voice did not carry false mockery, but rather a cold and almost melancholic tone bordering on ridiculousness.

Some prepared for punishment, others to attack whatever and only one to enjoy.

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But if they still call me a dictator or one of those unpleasant people who are derogatory towards me, then if they meet the assigned quota, they can get some rewards, of course only if they give interesting reactions, they will be telling me if it is pleasant or too forced, and never forget it. . ...

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The lights dimmed, the brightness of the place was lowered, the warm tones in golden and gold changing to blue and white, the sound much deeper and harsher.

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 Their are only here to entertain you.

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Tac tac - tac tac

The sound of footsteps approached towards them, from the deep black void in front of where their seats pointed, slow and constant, the place stopped shaking, the oppressive attention vanished and watching when a young and melodious voice was present when stopping the walk.

- Breathe, my goddess.

A young girl.

A girl, not a girl like the others, was older than that, the dress was also different, more ostentatious with more, better crafted jewelry, she was blonde with curls and sky light blue eyes like diamonds, with a calm face, cradling an orb in her hands. And small crystals floating around illuminating his figure.

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Mix dulzura, these ones here are more complicated than the previous ones!

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- And that is why we made such thorough preparations, and waiting all this time, my goddess you did nothing wrong

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Oww darling, always so sweet and charming, you're right... even so, they needs an incentive not to make the same mistakes.

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The bots holding Jack moved away, the chair split in two, separating Nicky and Jack, before they reacted, Chains imprisoned them, Nicky was held by her feet and arms.

But Jack...

He was completely chained and gagged and in an attempt to free himself, falling to the ground.

- Jack!

- Hump jujmg agh

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I was giving them a warning, but they didn't want to listen, I guess this little... incentive can make them listen more carefully, and control your temper, Miss Nicky, the chains on your wrists, I'll keep them off as long as you don't try to untie him or he'll pay... the consequences.

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Nicky bit her lip before nodding, looking at Jack apologetically.

'I can not risk'

He couldn't do it, the lights disappeared from his home and Jack was hauled up carelessly. The bots will return acting as if nothing had happened, but one of them will still have a juice stain on his uniform.

- It's over my Godness, do you want me to show they the hologram?

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Do it at once, my good mood will be affected if you don't.

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- Participants, please look in front of you for the necessary information for your proper stay without incident.

He moved the crystals around the orb, illuminating a transparent, but empty, light blue screen.

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Let's start here because the wait is killing me and that's no fun for anyone.

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The words appeared one by one on the hologram as Mix repeated them as they appeared.

- Without violence, if so the measures taken will be applied at the given level of offense, you saw an example of that at this moment, and otherwise we can confiscate your weapons.

- Without interrupting, the time you spend here is irrelevant to you, my goddess will explain more about that, but the more you interrupt your time here, the longer it will take you to leave.

- Do not hurt the "bots", although their only purpose of being here is to serve them and fulfill their whims, it is not a reason to throw things at them or essentially attack them

- Questions will be accepted but the demand that my goddess respond will not be tolerated by She

- This last thing I will tell you, more than a warning, it is a recommendation of the benevolence of my goddess, take care of your actions, take care of your reactions, take care of your behavior, you will know because later, but everything you do will have consequences.

- Now, any questions regarding this?

- You said that your goddess would explain us something, what is it?

Dram was the one who asked, tasting a dessert, smiling in front of him, his voice calm and with slight emotion, but seeing out of the corner of his eye what his action caused, or of course he felt the gazes on him.

'It will be fun'

I endure the smile, hiding it by eating another piece, I wait for the response.

- My goddess, do you want to answer yourself?

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I will do it I will~ but to get this started, the selection this time is beautiful and I can't wait. As my beloved said here, what you will do here is react to some kind of movie, you will see what it is or you can ask him once I leave.

I don't want to deal with you anymore, but the more you interrupt what's happening, the longer it will take, and the more time you'll spend here, but HEY! Isn't it fabulous that no time will pass? YES YES you are locked in my space, here the tempo is frozen, so don't worry about that.

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!?!!?

- WHAT?!

- Uhmm, this is entertaining

- bruh

-...

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Do You not prefer a case where you are trapped here and the rest wonder what happened to you, right?

Well, that's what I assumed. Am I being too considerate of you? How ungrateful some people are, because they can't enjoy themselves like others? Ahhh~ Poor meeee

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- This is a space created by you, and does that stop time?

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A way to take it yes, easy to understand except for the stupid, no one here is like that right? It would be annoying, I love their personalities but don't make them sick of it.

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From his suite, even if his voice was calm and even boring, it completely contrasted with his expression from his screens, seeing them all was a delight, the behind the scenes of each of those present.

Willbur standing to the side avoiding the others smoking a cigarette, feigning ignorance but he could see it from the shine of his glasses, how he diverted his gaze towards the little fox and two other blonde hairs, Puffy with Foolish and Sam, keeping calm, Fundy hidden near them but not too much. Hilarious even how George slept next to an anxious Sapnap, but the best ones were definitely his favorites.
His belobed's.

Tommy and Dream.

The panic and fear at seeing in the first.

La vigilancia constante de Dream sobre su "muñeca" y el deseo de Tommy de evitar ver a su dueño. Ese miedo interiorizado, pero dispuesto a quedarse donde está ahora con gente que se preocupa, con Ranboo despertando y siendo escondido y calmado por Tubbo y Tommy.

Pero la verdad es que Dream fue el más agradecido, comiendo y divirtiéndose, pero duda que lo disfrute tanto cuando comience la película, y le sonríe más al saber cómo se lo tomará el chico recién despertado.

En el espacio.

Una vez asentados, y pasado el fastidio inicial, se calmaron.

Algunos mirándose sospechosamente desde los asientos que ocuparon, nunca cerca, pero tampoco muy lejos porque no se les permitía, pero llenando el silencio del espacio, en uno de los sillones centrales una máscara blanca ligeramente levantada para mostrar la sonrisa maliciosa. y el ligero tarareo de Dream que disfrutaba mientras estaba rodeado de "bots" a los que les pedía que le trajeran bocadillos y lo abanicaran, mientras esperaba ansiosamente la "película" que el Dios mencionaba.

Con todo el descaro del mundo, como si esto fuera sólo para su disfrute, disfrutar de ser atendido por niños inocentes, Tommy se sintió mal al verlo, pero intentó gritar, los demás también quisieron atacarlos, pero la advertencia fue Claro, no iban a correr riesgos en el dominio de un Dios más poderoso de lo que habían visto antes. Otros se movían incómodos, con los ojos sin vida de los "bot's" a su lado dispuestos a obedecer sus caprichos, sin atreverse a decir algo.

Un ambiente tenso para hablar y acosarte al quedarte en silencio, la pantalla se ilumina instantáneamente con una música agradable y un fondo rosa con dibujos infantiles con crayones similares a un marco.

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Este será el primer lugar, ¡tengo muchas ganas de ver vuestras caras! será tan divertido

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La voz suave y estridente de Dios era desagradable de escuchar, un recordatorio intencional de que la razón de estar allí era puro entretenimiento para quien podía jugar con las vidas de los jugadores como si no valieran nada, al menos la música suave e infantil aligeraba las tensiones un poco, no podía ser tan malo, incluso si a Dream le molestaba que fuera aburrido aquí.

Pero el más afectado pareció ser Jack, el único que demostró su poder más fuerte que Nicky. Ella conocía su disgusto hacia estas entidades omnipresentes, pero le dio el apoyo para aguantar hasta salir de allí, no había nada más que pudiera hacer, y odiaba lo resignada que debía estar.

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¡Oh! Si, antes de comenzar debo decirte que los eventos no estarán en orden, lo verás como están sampleados; pero claro, si no entiendes puedes preguntar y con gusto te respondo sin más, Originales, Universo Alternativo 1911421226, línea de tiempo número 2.1, final 3

¡RANBABY AU!

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Las letras fueron marcadas con crayones en movimiento en la pantalla, un grito emocionado se escuchó en la habitación, o si Dios realmente disfrutó esto.

Por un momento les preocupaba que fuera otra cosa por la forma en que lo promocionaban, pero es… un bebé, o algo así, no podría ser peor que allí, el nombre del universo decía de lo que se tratara. , ¿bien? ? Eso es lo que ella dijo.

Aunque confiar en sus palabras era un no rotundo, esperarían, verían y luego decidirían qué hacer.

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Pero bueno me tengo que ir, no me aseguro de que toda esta transmisión sea perfecta, los dejo con mi encantadora Mix, confío plenamente en que ella estuvo disfrutando de su estadía aquí, así que no me llamen, no voy a hacerlo. Responder a menos que esté interesado.

Adiós~

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- Será un placer guiarte en este viaje hasta el final del entretenimiento, puedes referirte a mí como Mixel, o señorita joven, pero no olvides mi posición en este lugar. Empezaremos en 5 minutos, mantengan el orden y prepárense.

La expectativa de la emoción y la curiosidad latente del lugar.

Deseo y miedo de lo que iba a ver, Mix sonriéndoles, después de todo su diosa fue amable al darle libre albedrío para elegir qué ponerse y qué puede decir.

A ella le gusta el drama, esa fue la única razón por la que eligió este AU.

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The lights penetrated the trees, and the chirping of birds was hidden, the sweet humming of a melody, and the sound of rhythmic and calm steps like a happy walk.

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Some sat closer to their seat to know who would show up, they left the snacks aside and even Dream watched with poorly concealed excitement who they would show.

The melody grew louder, or perhaps it was because no one was making any noise.

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A shadow appeared between the bark of the trees making the humming louder than before.

The image changed, a map with lines was revealed before them, swaying with their walking and the breeze of the wind.

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A couple of loose gasps, because even if it was different, or with a lack of construction, he could recognize it.

The Smp.

It was the Smp map, before it happened... everything.

A smile appeared on Dream's face even if he couldn't see it because of the mask, a latent emotion of excitement growing in his stomach until it caused shivers.

That was his server.

I would recognize it anywhere, because he created it, with every detail, every biome, every block of land there was his creation; There was no doubt, that was his Smp, much earlier perhaps, but still his. Looking at the expressions of the others, he could see it on their faces, the longing, for what once was, for what will never be again because he snatched it from them, and as soon as they pick him up again he will take them away again and again. again.

Until his fun and that of ruin their plans.

'But if not, this could even help me'

He thought to himself as he resumed his cookie.

The others, oblivious to his thoughts, looked on with nostalgia and melancholy, regret and disgust. Of a country that was left unfinished, of a home in ruins, of a fallen empire, of so many things.

Some longing, others dreaming, a couple wishing to be shown a better place, one that wasn't like this, and praying, because they weren't the only ones to fall from grace. But all those feelings came crashing down when the humming and walking stopped.

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The map stopped, the voice stopped intoning, a hand traced an imaginary line from beginning to end in a long river that reached the sea.

- Uhm...well, it should be around here, near the stream

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Tommy gulps, and Tubbo comes over to comfort him by holding his hand.

He appreciated the gesture, but he still couldn't stop breathing heavily, because that...

That voice, that was his voice.

Discreet gazes directed at the center with the porcelain mask looking enthralled in front of them, hiding their look of joy, or how interesting it is to be the first to show.

They frowned, they didn't want to see that piece of shit, they had enough knowing that he was still walking there as if nothing had happened at server, but now they also saw him on the screen.

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The map was raised high, the image changed, no longer focusing on the lines and drawings, now showing how it was held in front of the person's face, only revealing a pair of hands with fingerless gloves holding it.

To reveal his face.

- Well then it's further south.

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- gasp

A gasp of surprise escapes Ranboo before he can cover his mouth so as not to draw the attention of the man on the screen, or well... the man just a couple of meters away from him.

- Holy shit

Even if Tubbo wanted to scold her husband, he couldn't help his surprise either, and perhaps none here, not after seeing him there when he was next to them.

With the same damn mask, and the damn green hood.

But with differences...

Dream, noticing a couple of things, began to frown under the mask, twisting a grimace.

- Puff- giggle

The sound drifted through the air as the man with the Piglin mask smiled slightly, turning to look at Dream.

With few realizing that the screen had frozen.

- The "Great Dream"...

He began in a mocking tone with clear intentions, the expectant glances, others who knew what he was going to say remained silent.

- Is that a lasso? Bruh, i didn't expect that from you and your shitty taste

Dream's hand shook over his drink, slamming it down hard in a Bot's tray, while he turned his seat towards Techno's, sitting a little further back to the right, in a seat shared with Philza, he seemed to hold back his laughter too.

The others just watched, it was...interesting.

The screen image of a Dream calmly observing the map, with a lasso around his neck without armor; It was a big contrast to here.

Some compared the images, now that the screen froze a mirror image of laughter if you can tell.

clap clap

- Please pay attention well I guess I forgot to mention this

From the side of the screen, he made an addition to the image of that other Dream frozen there.

- What this happens is because some of you are not paying attention, so that you do not miss what is happening, the screen will stop and resume when everyone is focused again; So if you want to get out of here, don't get distracted, am I clear?

She said it calmly but had made fun of the last statement.

They looked at each other but didn't wait for a response as the movie resumed.
Techno remained amused by the same thing while the Dream on the screen shook his head and his lasso swayed in the wind; a few seats he finds Dream only grumbling about his image while snatching another dessert from a Bot's hands.

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- If I turn down here in-

crack

- huh?

He turned to his left after hearing the sound of a branch breaking, someone was following him behind a tree next to him.

Looking in that direction, he could see some black shoes, very small, his posture relaxed when he noticed that it was not a mob or an enemy.

He put away the map so he could get closer to where he was, the tall grass moving accordingly as the small figure revealed itself.

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The atmosphere in the room became heavy before the image on the screen.

- RANBOOB IS A KID!??

Oh, not so heavy it seems.

- RanBaby, it makes sense if you see the title of this... universe actually

- And I thought I had seen everything

- bruh

The room is filled with commotion after the comment, some talking, others speculating why as Ranboo cowered in on himself with cheeks tinted with shame, he doesn't remember what he looked like when he was a child so he can't know if that's the case.

Without realizing it, she had diverted her attention from the screen, remaining frozen with the image of Dream observing the young Ranboo who was just coming out from behind the tree.

Then realization hit some of them, Dream; He was with Ranboo, a child Ranboo, someone defenseless who couldn't defend himself and was alone.

Different degrees of concern were shown, some with disinterest but what little they knew of the child was not someone malicious.

What Dream could do to him...

'ummm interesting'

Unlike them as he felt the gazes on him watching the frozen projector, he could almost ignore the embarrassment of his exposed suit in favor of delighting in what his on screen will do now, while he continued enjoying served desserts, humming to himself.

Detouring slightly towards where Tubbo made Ranboo refocus on the screen to continue.

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Put the map in your inventory before approaching the boy with slow steps. He noticed it and tried to go back behind the tree.

- Okay!... okay, I'm not going to hurt you, okay?

Slowly crouching down as the child hides further behind his stuffed animal. Relax your posture before asking in a gentle voice.

His voice was low and thoughtful as the boy nodded still leaning heavily on his stuffed animal. Nodding slowly.

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Dream...acting sweet?

Tommy was repulsed by the very idea, because the only time Dream used that sickeningly sweet tone with him was when he... in exile, he heard that tone so many times to him, so many times directed at him, at Wilbur when they were attacked, when he mocked his attempts at defender L'Manburg.

It was the same sick tone, but...

It didn't sound the same, it was sweet, yes, but not enough to make want to run away or hit him in the crotch.

It was, it was... like something that should never come from someone like him.

His eyes wandered to Dream as he watched others have the same thoughts, their faces saying it all with different versions of bewilderment and disgust.

Techno seemed to enjoy it, where else could he see his rival kneel down to talk to a child, bruh. The most disconcerting thing was how genuine he was and tone, he was used to Dream's incessant teasing when they were younger, he knew the sweet tone of sarcasm and manipulation he used in their fights, the one he used with the boy was not that.

As he ate a potato from the plate a bot was holding, he smiled at the thought that the movie wouldn't be as boring as he had thought before.

As the screen freezes due to the members' inattention, some cast distant glances at each other to check if they weren't hallucinating or if it was a bad audio problem.

Nicky felt disgusted, that tone was the same one she used when they ordered the white flags for L'Manburg, Jack grabbed her hand as she began to forcefully dig her nails into his palms, giving her a reassuring smile urging her to pay attention.

- The less we are distracted, the faster that bastard will leave the screen

Nicky, taking a look at the back of the room towards his former leader, unable to see his face, but how he clutched his cigarette in his hand.

He decided to ignore it for the sake of the screen, he just hoped that whatever he was going to do to baby Ranboo wasn't that bad.

She waited.

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Dream's hands tighten slightly on his knees at the confirmation.

Well okay, a child, in the middle of the forest, lost...

What the hell were his parents doing?

!

Of course that is.

Clearing his throat and clearing his eye over the child's negligence, he asked in the same tone he had used before, this time making a gesture, in case he would point the way.

The boy stiffens then, pulling the pig closer to him.

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Ranboo shuddered at the implication, he knew he was born in the End, no other place could be possible… but he had no memories.

His memories of entering the Smp were hazy, and he doesn't remember anything before that, although he tries there is nothing in his mind like a blank canvas or a black abyss.

Tubbo took his hand and Tommy pressed closer to him on the other side of the couch, well, even if he didn't remember it, he now had a family, he had friends, yes; Life here was crazy and not as peaceful as he would like for his son, but it was home.

A calm smile appeared on his lips.

Others showed concern at the question, Puffy knew Ranboo, had treated him a couple of times in his office for his memory problems, and some moral disputes with the accused, but he was a good boy and would worry if this distressed him. Looking across the room and seeing him smile surrounded by people he cared about was nice, even if he did frown at the sight of Tommy standing there looking off.

- He would be fine.

- I wait

Sam at her side calmed her down a bit, being one of the few adult players on the server, it would be strange if she didn't act calmly, but her years of practice as a psychologist led her to see the way his hand tightened. in the void for a weight that I didn't have there.

I just hoped that whatever they show in the future doesn't just affect the children anymore, they had already been abandoned.

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There's a moment of hesitation before a smile spreads across his face and with the sharpest movement Dream has seen him make yet, he holds the stuffed animal in front of him with his tail wagging happily behind him.

A pig?

Well, it wasn't what Dream expected with that, there was what he could get, pig, little pig, piglet, piglin... hybrid of piglin...

More like a question to himself than to the boy with clear disbelief and question in his voice, tilting his head in confusion as he waited for the boy's response.

He brightened at that and sounded even brighter as he nodded his head and gave a thumbs up to the statement.

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cough cough puff

Techno almost choked on his tea as one Bot handed him a napkin and another picked up his cup before he let go, the sound echoing through the theater with the deathly silence that fell.

Could you blame them? of course not

It was common knowledge about the young man's union with the union, but that didn't mean this kind of... relationship between them, hell, they would have expected it from Phil, he had the habit of picking up stray dogs.

- HA HA HA AHA HA AHA 

Dream's laughter echoed through the room, hidden only by his mask. The expression on his face was one of pure joy and ridiculousness, oh how he could mock Techno in the future, he would consider that as a little revenge for his mockery with the lasso.

For everyone's sake they decided to ignore the crazy man in the middle of the room.

Thecno was his father?

The mere idea for Ranboo was interesting and completely embarrassing, he was an important figure to him after teaching him how to fight, but he wouldn't see it that way, how much older was he? I didn't know it, or maybe I forget it, but I should be too young to be a father, he glanced askance at Tubbo and Tommy at his side. In surprise, Tommy had dropped the cookie he was eating, while a Bot was cleaning the floor, Tubbo stood still on the side with his eyes down, squeezing his hand tighter.

For a moment I might have forgotten, but Tubbo's couldn't.

He could stand how close her husband was to Technoblade, but this? JA was simply the height of ridiculousness, seeing the frozen image of the stuffed animal being held happily on the screen, giving him a bitter taste in his mouth.

The same disbelief was spent among everyone as Dream's laughter roared and the screen worked again, although it was expected that Dream, at least because of his relationship with Technoblade, would not be so harsh with the child, one could simply only expect the but of That man.

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Dream smile beneath his mask, even if he couldn't see it, the boy no longer looked scared, perhaps because Dream look like know his father.

- So that's how it is huh

She stood up to her height holding the boy, shaking a little but then hugging the stuffed animal again and him smiling in her arms with his tail wagging.

With the same sweet tone, he spoke to the boy calmly so that he understood that he did not plan to hurt him, then he would have to talk to Techno to teach the boy not to go with strangers, but it was a conversation for another time.

He began to walk back but where he had been walking previously, humming a melody with the boy still staring at his mask.

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Dream being kind and sweet to a child, that just wasn't possible.

The mood darkened as they tried to see the parallel between Dream, that monster that destroyed everything in its path, and the Dream on the screen who was happily humming a song while holding the child in his arms.

They looked so different, they were so different.

Will it be a good thing or a bad thing?

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The state of the room became heavy but at the same time calmer, with the underlying pressure of believing that he would hurt little Ranboo dissolved, the atmosphere fell into incongruity and skepticism towards the figure of Dream walking calmly through the forest with Ranboo in his arms.

In the center of the room, tightly gripping the glass of wine served by one of the Bot's, the same man saw his counterpart destroying his reputation with just his mere presence on screen, he hated that, it made him weak, it made him vulnerable, it made him weak, it made him burlesque in front of people.

It infuriated him.

He angrily left the cup on a tray, making the Bot stagger. Before yelling at someone else next to him.

- Bring me another one!

The Bot moved obediently before going for another bottle.

The light spectacle presented was observed by a piglin hybrid, amused by the event, of course the green teletubbie was not going to like it; If he knew Dream as well as he thought he did, having him depicted as the opposite of "threatening" or "dark" would be like stepping on the remains of his ancestors and then spitting in his face before rubbing the freedom of a country in his face.

Giggling he took a piece of carrot cake offered to him, Phil next to him did not fully understand Dream's behavior, but in his eyes he looked like a child throwing a tantrum and contrary to the normal appearance that the ADMIN carried.  If he was kind of funny to see him lose his temper with just a few images of the screen.

Maybe they would have more interesting things. Humming, focusing his sight again to see how instead of the general panorama that was shown before he now focused on the face of that Dream being observed by Ranboo.

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The landscape was peaceful even if Dream's mind was a jumble of options about how or why Techno had a child.

As he continued walking he looked slightly towards the boy meeting his gaze,...well maybe it was the mask. He placed it more in front of him, adjusting it to the height of his face.

- Hey, are you okay?

The boy looked with his head slightly tilted in confusion, crinkling the edges of his eyes.

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Tubbo felt a nudge next to him where Tommy was sitting who was leaning over to whisper to him.

- Little Ranboo also thinks Dream is an ugly bitch.

Puff-

He was barely able to hide his laughter behind the palm of his hand so that the screen wouldn't detect it as a distraction.

But she had to admit that it was kind of funny how her husband's face was deformed into a doll, and she didn't deny how fucking adorable he was as a child.

And if it caused trouble for the green bitch, then it was a fantastic bonus.

Quackity watched the interactions of the two friends with amusement, drinking more wine, observing by the place some others also looked the same and a few showed confusion and.... yeah, he didn't worry about what that son of a bitch Wilbur.

The screen continues like this, showing the forest and the interaction between the child and the young man who noticeably became uncomfortable under the intense gaze of the child in his arms.

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I knew he was looking for something in her face, but what?

Luckily, whatever he was looking for he found it and his face slightly similar but still curious.

He took the mask fondly before doing something unexpected.

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!!!?!?!

Surprise appear of the people off the screen, perhaps he was going to-

- WHAT!?!

Dream stood up from his seat, throwing his glass to the floor with a clatter and looking away from the screen, freezing on the image of Ranboo still pulling at the mask, his face still hidden by the angle.

-Hey! I'm talking to you girl, what the fuck is this?

He demanded even more forcefully without turning his face, looking somewhere to the right of the screen at the sound of heels appearing again.

- What you call, is a movie and that is how things happened in that world.

- And why the hell do you show them that!?

- Because my goddess wants it so, and her wishes are ineffable compared to the mere power or desire that you may attempt to exert in this domain, my goddess's wishes are sacred here.

-You-!?

Before continuing, shining chains came out to gag him and chain him to the seat from which he had risen so abruptly.

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Ah, ah, ah! I don't want bad children here honey, it's not good and cute for my dear friends who see it here

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The voice boomed just like the first time, folded like a sick carilo when speaking to them, some felt a sinister discomfort on their backs, others refused to bend.

The owner of this domain that kept them prisoners had returned.

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What a shame, I leave for a moment to attend to other mishaps and when I return I find a pathetic little scene, not bad, interrupting the view for the rest.

That shouldn't happen.

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The last sentence, devoid of affection or childish tone, was a warning.

A threat.

The chains rose, surrounding the ADMIN from head to toe, forcing him to sit up, not to keep calm like Jack, but to dominate him, they wrapped around tearing the fabric of him hood and tightening the seams of the couch. 

Two of them rising around his neck outside the gag, rising towards his mask, threatening to lift it, only holding enough to notice the chain that gagged his mouth.

...

The place became silent, not a demonstration, a fact.

Jack's could not compare, Dream's limbs trembled either from rage or pain, the chains with their light shine illuminating him with blood and saliva dripping down his chin straining with the chain.

Puffy looked with strange emotions as she found the image in front of her, tightly squeezing the empty place of the hilt of her sword, of course her relationship with her little Duckling had been lowered for quite some time, but that doesn't mean that something deep inside her dont break down when he saw him in that vulnerable state.

Only she knew how hard Dream fought to never show an image like that to the world.

Sam carefully brushed her hand, startling her in a way to comfort her, to calm her, even though his eyes were fixed on the chains that held him, if they intervened they could do the same to them, it was a risk that neither of them was going to take.

Other faces watched the sight with amusement or apprehension.

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Now, darling, if you don't want your miserable, charming little face to show to your dear companions trapped here, I recommend you stay very quiet and calm, uhm! What's up, if you keep quiet you look more pretty

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In response, the seat twisted with the force of the struggle and the grunt he let out in response only made the chain gag tighten.

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Ahh, what lament dear, then...

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The room held its breath, waiting for the face of the server's monster, some looked askance at the hybrid of Blaze who was tensing, everyone knew that only two in that room had seen his face.

But that's not true.

Deep down, a blonde boy trembled at the memory, and if he squeezed his friend's hand harder, only the goddess would know.

Sapnap felt sick not because of the looks they gave him after what he had said, or because of the situation of the one he had previously considered a friend. He didn't want to see his face, not since he stopped looking like the boy with big dreams and a wish about adventure who became his friend. He held his breath and looked away to-

- Wait a moment my goddess, I do not recommend you do that.

The chain stopped at the edge of his nose with a single blizzard covering his eyes, the place shook slightly, a warning; the chains that previously held the porcelain mask approaching, stalking the small figure in front of the forgotten screen, rising around it without touching it but leaving no room to escape.

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Uh, and why is that sweetens? Can you tell me... dear.

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The chains approached, the crystals previously floating beside her now distant and dull, she did not flinch, her showed no fear or resentment, a perfect blank face before she smiled and gently caressed the chain in front of his face.

- Because my goddess... What is the fun on that?

The chain brushed his face with a cooing childish tone and excited the chains moving away.

- What's so fun about taking away his despair, my goddess, you should know, what's coming is better if his face is not revealed, not yet, you know that's true... the future is more fun.

The chains moved away, falling away from the girl, the crystals arriving again and the goddess's laughter filling the silence, but not an excited or light one, but a scandalous and redundant one, those present looked at each other confused and worried, "coming is better " she said.

They're not sure they want to know what he means. Not if it involves them.

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Ju ju, well sweetie, I can't deny that, I'm sure they'll like it a lot more if we keep it that way... but that doesn't mean drastic measures won't have to be taken for him after all.

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The chains uncoiled, adjusting his mask and hiding him in the ground except for two holding his wrists and ankles, space wavered for a moment around him and his head fell limply in front of him.

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It's no fun if he don't react, but a few good hours of this should do the trick. Mixel honey, take care of the rest, I need a rest from these misfortunes

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The voice faded after that and the underlying pressure implanted in the room dissipated allowing some to breathe even if they didn't know when they held their breath in the first place.

Silence sets in followed by that, with everyone's eyes fixed on the still man in the center surrounded by Bot's and chained.

- Well...

The jubilant tone brought everyone out of their reverie, focusing on the true figure to take into account at this moment, the young lady looked at them with a smile before continuing.

- As you could see, your infractions will be severely punished, my goddess has done everything possible to preserve your autonomy and expressive freedom just as in you world, but if you still do not take into account her eternal mercy with you... well, that's one It's really sad, for you of course.

Eyes fixed with hatred or silent disdain pierced his pristine face which only made his cheshire smile grow.

- For me it's just more fun

Techno's grip tightened on his cutlery, bending it in on itself, or of course it wasn't enough for him to be used as a vessel for the damn blood god, to be dragged against his damn will to this place for some kind of sick entertainment; but now he was another zoo pet for these beings. Phil took his hand, trying to calm him down even if his cold gaze remained on the smiling figure, small and fragile as if a single flap of his wings could knock her down and yet exuding confidence and virtue, someone weak to look at but like a viper devouring your uncertainty, the kind of person he hated the most if you were to ask him. But in a place like this, and with all these people who spoke nothing other than the language of war, it would be impossible to join sensible forces to escape without them noticing.

He let out a sigh before speak something new.

- Ajam, anyway, we waste valuable time and waste useless words on you, so eyes on the screen please and keep watching

Tommy settled closer to Tubbo and Ranboo as the lady disappeared behind the darkness of the void, making the screen glow again, still frozen in the image of the mask being pulled. This did not bring back pleasant memories but he could not show any weakness.

He had to be strong!

He had to be... he had.

With a deep breath, he focused his vision, the screen distorted with sound before continuing.

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The pressure put on the belts of his mask tightens and breaks them.

The rebound pushed Ranboo back, who shook his head to get rid of the daze and not fall, even while holding the mask in his hands.

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The room was silent, from the moment the ropes were broken, about the expectation or intrigue.

The face of the monster that ruined their lives from the moment he asked for white flags, from the first duel.

His face, finally after so much time could put a face to the man who had caused so much harm in their lives, who had imprisoned them, and who would continue to do so more and more until there was nothing left of them.

The hatred was growing, with hatred and anger no longer contained to the unconscious man in the middle of the room, but to the screen to the awaiting the face.

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Everyone in the room gasped....??! Okay, the deafening silence that filled the room was suffocating, Tommy ended up throwing away the drink he was drinking as the frozen image appeared in front of him, the face pristine and clear. . of Dream, his eyes curled into an anguished grimace, not one distorted by malicious amusement at seeing him squirm under her shoe.

He turned his gaze to the man locked on top of himself in the center of the room, and then he looked at the screen... and again, and again, and again.

And every damn time it looked like a joke. He felt like laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of the spectacle. But someone beat him to it; It started as a giggle that turned into a mocking laugh, Techno couldn't pretend not to mock his rival's face, twisted into a grimace he had never seen on his face before.

None of the stoic, serious or conceited Dream, if they continued showing things this entertaining he might even forget about the shame of his image when he became a father. More giggles sounded from the back of the room, as they stood up so they could continue with the images.

Sapnap squirmed in his seat, one of the few away of his ex-friend, the feeling of disgust replaced with nostalgia when he saw him on screen, like in his early days, like when he excitedly shared with him and George the idea of ​​a Server for everyone... everyone...

When did it stop being everyone's?

When did Dream stop being like that?

He clenched his fists, stubbornly refusing to look at the now unconscious man, and forcing himself to look at the smiling man on the screen. 

Puffy looked longingly at her little duckling's younger face as a sad smile settled on her face. The image began to move. While the screen changed focus, finally showing the third character in that world.

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Techno approached from behind through the path of trees, observing the scene in confusion, and yes, although it was not unusual to see Dream without a mask, it was not something he would choose to wear.

!!!

Dream quickly turned to the other side as did Ranboo as he waved his tail in excitement and a smile adorned his face.

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The room fell silent again, with raucous laughter breaking it.

The gazes turned to the chair in the back, Quackity laughed loudly throwing his wine to the floor before leaning over and holding his stomach to stop.

- The great Technoblade, looking like a softie one!

Between labored breaths he mocked and continued laughing, giving the others space to think about what they had seen, although the Techno there, like Dream, does not vary much, but the changes that occurred were palpable.

Several noticed it, Puffy remembered how Phil introduced him to a little piglin all those years ago, the Techno on the screen was similar to him, a memory of the past, looking askance at his side Sam remained tense with his gaze fixed on Techno a few more seats away begging for the familiar weight of the trident in his hand. It was his task, as a guardian, he had to have it.

Soon, he promised himself, when he left here.

Techno wrinkled his face at the screen after masterfully ignoring Quackity's attempt at mockery, the other one had shorter hair reminding him of his Hypixel days when he was in competitions, thinking for a moment how old he was.

If he were younger, that would clarify the distinct lack of scars on his face or expression marks.

- Hey, Mixel

Next to the screen, the young lady appeared in front of them again, smiling helpfully and with a calm voice.

- Do you wish something?

- Are the "selves" on the screen our same ages?

- Uhm, yes they do, but not at this moment

- And what would that be like, if you were so kind to tell us?

Phil intervened at his side, being the most aware of the games that the gods' chosen ones could use to omit information without mentioning it to their faces. Narrowing his eyes smiling sweetly looking back at Mixel with scoffs.

His goddess will be pleased when you return.

- Right now, you are seeing past events of that world, currently they are your ages, but this is a look a couple of years ago in order to have more entertaining events.

- So they are younger

- A couple of years yes, the ages vary, from the story as you can see, the time is different too, not all versions work in the same time as you, but my goddess will explain that when she returns it is more appropriate

- I see, thanks for the later, miss.

- Of course Mr. Philza, for me, it is a pleasure.

Mixel came back from behind restarting the video after the murmuring stopped, Philza looked to the side Techno was drinking his tea with a frown as he came, smiling sideways hoping to see more of those expressions soon.

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It was as if all the embarrassment from his face had immediately gone as he returned his attention to the piglin who was returning from where he had come from. 

Ranboo looked between them in confusion before clinging to Dream's neck as he processed what was said with a blank face before reacting.

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- WHAT!?

The indignant shout alerted those present who turned to look at the back of the room, Tommy suddenly stood in his place between Ranboo and Tubbo, His face was twisted in confusion and indignation, clenching his fists next to him as he watched the frozen image of Dream holding Ranboo and Techno about to walk away.

Ranboo tried to hold him down.

-Toms-

- How can he leave him with him!?

He move his hand away and point at the screen in exasperation, how is he not freaking out? He's literally watching a child version of himself being carried away by Smp's biggest son of a bitch and Techno is leaving him, he knows he's like some kind of mentor, and he doesn't look the least bit hurt by it, How??? ?? 

Tubbo stood up trying to reach him.

- Tommy please sit down.

He gritted his teeth as an order, but with a hint of panic in his eyes that confused him for a moment, before he froze in place.

- Causing a stir?

The air seemed to freeze, the eyes previously fixed on the discussion of the young's of the Smp, now on the smiling figure walking towards them.

- No 

Tubbo snapped back, blocking Tommy, his hands trembling at his sides, as her eyes watched him with amusement, cold amusement.

- That's it? it seems to me that someone here is a little upset, maybe you could use a little... calm, right?

The innocent tone made Tommy shudder, a familiar tone, eerily familiar.

"You don't want to be alone, do you, Tommy?"

His throat felt suddenly dry, with echoes of voices whispering in his ear threatening to devour him in front of everyone.

- N-no, that-

- I don't see what causes so much inconvenience, do you, miss?

A voice equally full of jubilation rose towards her, with a glass in hand Quackity stood a couple of steps close to her, capturing her attention away from Tommy who was being supported by Ranboo to sit him down and Tubbo still on guard watching him with caution and confusion.

Quackity ringing towards him, nodding slightly, directing his attention again, to the young lady who had approached with curiosity, and well, who was he but to satisfy her.

- You know the aforementioned rules, right, Mr. Quackity?

- Of course I do, but it's not like that, I remember hearing something about, uhm... let me see, something about him being your Goddess's favorite right?

Mixel tilted his head slightly at that, a questioning noise watching him, the false sense of security, well it's fun for them why not continue after all? Anger will make better reactions.

- You are right, he is my Goddess's favorite

- Then she won't be there, isn't it maybe, i don't know, A little annoying to see how punish him?

The questioning and innocent tone, with sharp eyes looking at her behind a crimson glass, ah, truly, his Goddess will be delighted with what is to come.

- Uhm, you may be right, then, I will annul the sentences, for Tommy.

- How thoughtful

- If you could sit down so you could continue looking

- Of course, of course.

Quackity returned to his seat, taking one last look at his son who was holding Tommy's hand tightly and whispering in his ear while Ranboo held a glass full of water given to him by a Bot.

And for a bit time, on Dream.

He couldn't let her do the same to Tommy.

He squeezed the glass and finished it in one go before ordering another and continuing watching.

Tommy cried out, being comforted by his friends, oblivious to the scathing gaze from ahead that saw him with pure hatred and resentment, or the contemptuous gaze from behind looking at a past echo.

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- Nu uh, the one who finds it's the one who keeps it, and that was you 

- WHAT!? He was looking for you!

- Bruh, I'm not the one he's holding on to, right?

The tone of the argument continued to increase as they both quickened their pace, Techno starting to sound more mocking as he ran and Dream following behind.

- Come back here!

It soon turned into a full chase with the two of them running through the forest while Dream held Ranboo firmly to his chest so he wouldn't fall and Techno snuck away avoiding them to the entrance of the forest.

- TECHNOOOOO!

The resounding scream was the last thing heard before the screen went to standby with a message to continue watching.

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Techno was smiling, the Techno on screen was smiling as Dream chased him holding Ranboo, like a game, not a hunt or a confrontation, they were having fun.

The room didn't know what to think, it was a harsh blow of reality comparing both Dream or Techno's, softer, sweeter, less stressed or marked by war and the suffering of their own actions.

Techno scoffed, his other self on screen, act more child like than him, watched as he moderated his pace, how he made sure to turn at every tree with easy access to adjust to Dream, like how he got too far he ran slower, how when he got very close, he didn't attack. He played with them, without the weight of the voices.

He couldn't be sure, but a part of him, the burlesque part of his mind told him that he didn't suffer the same, the burlesque part told him that he had no blood to cry for, because he knows he couldn't call them in that environment.

Sapnap resisted the urge to cry when he saw him, how his mind whispered on hunts, like when they were young with dreams, and they helped Dream train for the competitions where he participated, a sob choked in his throat, thinking about how he was his friend and now... He had become that monster he promised to kill.

Tommy tightened his grip on his knees, after the small outburst he had with the previous scene, he couldn't understand, he really couldn't, turning to see the unconscious man in the center, he didn't understand how he, his tormentor, his friend, his owner ...he could be the same one he saw there, cradling Ranboo painfully and protectively against his chest, blocking branches and guarding his head.

It was good, he could feel it, that Dream was good, and he didn't know how scary it was to think that, whether because it could change and it wouldn't be good for little Ranboo anymore, or because the feeling that they had a good Dream made him terrifyingly sick. . .

And he did not have the same mercy.

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The room remained silent as the events unfolded, and the sound of approaching heels increased.

"Okay, as you can see, that's the first part. As you know, there were some... unexpected setbacks."

Her tone was sweet, drawing out the words as she walked past Dream's unconscious body and stood in the center, looking down at them all, smiling.

"I'll explain a couple more rules. If you look at the screen, each time a time-skip segment ends, it will appear, as an indicator that we're pausing it so we can continue more efficiently."

The screen changed to show a large house in a small forest clearing with a path, three stories high, with a corral of animals and plants surrounding it, homey, like it hasn't been seen in the SMP in a long time.

- If you have any questions regarding anything in the sequence, as long as it doesn't affect the main chronology of the stories, you can show them.

"How much leeway is there?"

Phil asked, calm and collected, but for those in the know, it was easy to see that the sweet smile and slight tilt of his head was a question, an accusation of how much power they truly had over deciding what to watch and what not. The inert figure next to the young woman in front of him was proof enough of how little they had say in this space.

His wings curled slightly under his cloak, closer to his back, as he waited for an answer.

"Um, well, it could be how someone obtained something, or how two people met. Past actions are optimal for viewing, but future questions are prohibited, with a few exceptions you don't need to know about."

The syrupy tone at the end felt like a vertical whiplash of mockery for those present, several frowning or clenching their fists. But still, they remained silent.

"Now! With these minor points clarified, we continue. We still have this segment until a short break."

She walked away from behind the screen before snapping his fingers and refilling the desserts, with a final Cheshire smile, she disappeared.

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The screen zoomed out again from the house, now marking the path toward it with two familiar figures.

"...Are you sure about this?"

"It's not like I have any other choice, nerd."

"Do you think I do?"

"If you-"

Ranboo squirmed a little in Dream's grasp, which silenced them, still focusing on them arguing.

"I want you to know, this is a bad idea, and I have no idea why i should accept it."

"That makes two of us."

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So it wasn't a direct continuation?

Mixel's previous explanation went through their heads. At least they were warned and didn't have to resort to talking to her, or even worse, to the Goddess.

Techno looked cautiously and somewhat curious about the place they were in. It wasn't the usual Arctic retreat they were currently retiring to, or the cabin they all used to live in when they were younger. Worse, he seemed homey, still not overcoming the previous surprise of seeing his rival subdued had not yet passed, looking where he was a couple of seats behind, he still remained inert, she said a couple of hours.

His sense of time was truly atrophying in this place.

Phil hummed as he looked at the cabin. It was his, he knew it wasn't similar to the one he'd had when his sons were children, but he'd recognize its aesthetic anywhere, like the way the garden held black peonies on the porch, the way a few crows roosted around it, and the way the windows were kept open with screens.

Small details, but he was always a man who believed that details made a difference (how many did it take to save his son?) and this was his touch. He couldn't deny the amusement of seeing the fearsome sandfighting monster Dream nervous about a visit to his house.

As he took a sip of jasmine tea, he thought about the implications of Techno's statement, "It's not like I have any other choice" it's clear from the way little Ranboo was searching for Techno (and isn't it warm how much that smile reminded him of a little boy waiting for him from his travels?) when he got lost, he must have been watching over him for a while, and he obviously wasn't going to leave him there alone.

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- ...Go in?

- Ahhh, let's get this over with.

Dream took Ranboo from his arms, who had become restless upon recognizing his house. The three of them walked down the porch, the boy knocking at the door in front. As the other two arrived, a small crash was heard on the other side before it was abruptly opened. A smiling Phil, his wings spread out at his sides in excitement, appeared, smiling at little Ranboo, who waved.

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Oh...

Phil felt his wings shudder behind him at the sight. They were bigger, healthier, and fuller than his on-screen counterpart, mocking him. He was younger, which, considering his age, wasn't saying much.

He wasn't wearing his robes; his suit was simpler...

And he didn't have his wife's necklace.

Instinctively he touched the heart pendant on his neck as a comfort, marveling at the connection he still felt despite being in this space, he pushed the thought away to focus on the other. Despite their clothes and lack of wrinkles, they were practically the same. It was a pattern at this point, except for Ranboo. The rest of his counterparts had minimal differences, like Dream's suit or Techno's hair.

While this was happening, the rest of them were thinking about how Phil would react to Dream and Technoblade. Puffy knew Techno's relationship with Phil back then, and like his duckling, it doesn't seem... the same as here (She try not to look at the still unconscious figure in front of her), so he might not react badly unless it's not a good relationship.

Dream seemed very hesitant to approach; rather, it seems like Techno was the one who had to convince him to go. Mixel said it wouldn't be linear, but they could ask; it's not that important to know how he convinced him, at least for now.

Tommy still thought this was ridiculous, and while he didn't like Phil much now (not after what he did to Will), before he was... well, he was a great man, so he let Wilbur stay with him at least.

He tapped Ranboo on the shoulder, getting his attention to look at him.

"If he doesn't treat you well, I hope the screen you plucks a couple of his feathers."

Ranboo snarled in response, but before he could answer, Tubbo snuck into his lap.

"Or you could bite Dream's hand. He's taking too long."

The three of them laughed a little before focusing on the screen again. It was a slight change of atmosphere, but Tommy greatly appreciated it.

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- Techno! You found him.

- Yeah, Phil is-

Before he could say a word, and without noticing the guest standing awkwardly a little further back, he picked up the kid as he began to laugh while being swung in the air, while Phil carried them inside the house.

Techno and Dream shifted uncomfortably, and before Dream could even take a step toward his master escape, Techno grabbed him by the arm and carried him inside.

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Little Ranboo's laughter echoed in the living room, filling it with images not seen in so long on the Smp.

The screen was filled with smiles and laughter, the other Phil smiling as he rocked him in his arms, a homey house, not filled with weapon racks or crafting tables, but with comfortable sofas and pictures of smiling people.

Many felt the differences like a bucket of cold water or a rope forcing them to hang from their misery to observe what they can't have, only because it would be taken away from them again and again.

It's difficult, it's painful, and they grieve for it, but all they can do is look.

Just look.

It's funny, to a certain extent, how Phil ignores the other two in favor of pampering baby Ranboo, but in the background because of the bitter taste of nostalgia plaguing the others' minds.

Techno seems to be the only one to notice, or maybe it's because he paid particular attention to himself than to the others. He looks like he did when he was younger, yes, but he doesn't act like one; he's more careful.

He wants to ask, but he doesn't plan on revealing anything in front of them.

He carefully looks around. They may be in the same situation, but they're not allies, much less companions you can trust to get out of there.

So he watches too, watches how his mind doesn't seem to be plagued, watches how he still treats Dream like a companion, watches how he doesn't seem to be stained with blood.

- Heh

And he watches how ridiculous Dream looks as he drags him inside.

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When Techno closed the door, Philza was already climbing the stairs with Ranboo in tow, disappearing into the second floor. The other two remained in the living room, an awkward silence floating between them.

"Uh-huh, could I?"

"Don't even think about it. You're going to do this."

Techno cut him off before he could even finish speaking, frowning as if he were avoiding his responsibilities, and as if the other had had a choice.

"Hump, if he even realizes I'm here."

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Quackity frowns.

He doesn't understand the reason for such insistence, but he's not curious enough to ask that outright. It's not that he dislikes the lady, but he doesn't want to push his options any further, although he doesn't regret putting on a little show.

He see around, feeling an intense gaze.

If only that asshole would stop staring at him. He frowns and downs his glass in one gulp. He should stop ordering, but the wine is good, and he doesn't trust himself not to get an ulcer without some alcohol from the ridiculousness of the situation his witnessing.

- Another glass.

The Bot nods and leaves to get a new bottle.

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- Bruh, you know how he gets with kids. They don't call him crowfather for nothing, you know.

Dream turns his head toward him as a bit of the tension dissipates between them.

- What? I thought it was just Tommy joking, you know, with the whole wing thing and all.

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Tommy inhales and feels his whole body tense.

You know him.

He knows him.

He's not fooled by what he's seen. He's a jerk, he's horrible, he is.

It's someone who knows him, the one on screen, the one who could be a child, the one who could be weak and naive.

Other him who could go through the same thing as him.

He feels his chest heave, there's hand's holding him, and suddenly it's too much, it's too much, and he covers his head, and he's weak, and, and, and, someone's holding him, no, no, no, it's like, like, not squeezing him, holding him carefully, as if it were worth it not to hurt him.

He looks up as the mental fog clears, and he begins to recognize.

"Okay, Tommy, good, you're doing well. Tell me five things you can see."

5?

Okay, yeah, he can do that.

Tubbo is at his side. He sees Puffy's hair in front of him, Quackity's chair to one side, two bots near him, one with a tray and one with a bottle.

"Got them?"

He nods.

"Now tell me four things you can hear."

Her, Tubbo whispering in his ear, the clinking of ducks behind him, the sound of footsteps.

He Nods

- Three things you can touch, talk to me this time.

- ...To me.

He stretches his hand out to the arm around him.

- Tubbo.

And places another hand on the hand near the

- Ranboo.

- Two things you can smell.

- Wine and... a cigarette.

He sees her frown before softening her expression again. He feels Tubbo's hand tense and also sees Quackity looking at him.

- ...I think we're good now. Can you stand up?

She doesn't remember falling. She's on the floor, leaning against her couch. She sits down and breathes.

Puffy frowns, not expecting this reaction. She turns to look at the screen, frozen with the image of Dream in the house. She groans but turns her attention to the Bot behind her.

- Get me a glass of water, please.

The Bot leaves and quickly returns before offering it to Tommy, who begins to sip it.

- What a lovely scene.

Those present turn around, the figure standing near them with a smile that doesn't quite rise.

- But, despite that, I ask you to continue wit-

- Can't you even give us a moment?

He'd had enough, Tubbo didn't even dare hide the biting tone in his voice, to hell with the consequences, they need more time.

- ...I'm afraid not, it's too long to finish, just 20 more minutes, that's all you have to endure, and you'll have an hour to process everything else.

She smiles at them, with that tone as if giving them an hour were a gift or a blessing and not something decent. Phil swells behind her, watching her. His relationship with the trio isn't the best, it could be said, but he won't be unaware that Tommy clearly needs a break.

- I can't do more.

He leaves, for a moment he seems sad, but they know it's fake.

Tubbo squeezes his knuckles without hurting Tommy. He's tired of this place, and if they don't start showing something remotely resembling his world in the next few minutes and instead rub more of it in the innocent, good old Dream's face, he'll throw something, he'll really throw something.

Mixel passes by Sapnap as he leaves.

He looks at her and then at three of the youngest members of the server.

And he sees that terror, from something he saw, and then turns to see the unconscious person responsible (the friend he swore to kill). He feels the poison inside him. It's pure resentment that drives him on, pure pain that keeps him from collapsing.

Farther back, Tommy finally focuses again.

"Okay, big man, I can continue."

"Tommy, no."

"You heard her, you saw what she did. I don't want that to happen to you too, Tubbo."

"As if..."

- ...I agree with him.

- You too, Ranboo??

- ...I just want to get it over with.

Tubbo watches them. Puffy left a while ago with Sam again, and it's just the three of them once again. He looks at his husband and his best friend and sighs because he really blames them for loving them so much.

- Fine, let's get this shit over with.

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Techno lightly mocked him with a smirk.

- Ha, no, it's be-

tap tap

The sound of the stairs grew closer, and they stiffened again, the tension thickening as the third person approached.

- Ah, I managed to put him back in his room. Techno, you really need to teach that kid not to wander off.

- Phil

- We live in a forest. If he's going to be curious, it's best not to get lost.

- Phil...

He continued rambling, not paying attention to the guest standing awkwardly in plain sight near Techno as he picked up a tea set from the coffee table.

- Go clean you and tell Dream to do it too. Then you two can come and-

They both stiffened as Phil turned around to immediately fix his gaze on Dream, who shrank a little.

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- Wow, Phil, I didn't know you were so scary.

He was having fun watching his rival cower at being seen by someone a head shorter than him. Sue him, but it was truly an image worth seeing and perhaps preserving. He should ask him later if it was possible to keep some of the images they were showing them.

"Well, in case you didn't notice, he's not the only one afraid, huh?"

And just as he said, Techno's figure on the screen was standing stiffly next to his partner.

"Bruh, I don't know what you're talking about."

Philza laughed at this, though she doubts he could have been that distracted. It's a breath of fresh air to see him there, even if seeing his wings flap behind him is a blow to his pride.

Watching the scene from the farthest corner of the room, a pair of red eyes rested between them. Wilbur watched his father and his... brother, smiling, chatting as if they were watching a movie. It's almost nostalgic to see his father act like that with someone. Smiling sideways, he wonders how it will all play out, whether this will just be a way to prove what a good father he is or whether he'll see how he failed his own children in his own reality.

He doubts, and strongly doubts, that the on-screen Phil has done the same, even though he can't even see it, but that doesn't matter; he's there.

And that's more than they got from him (except for Techno, always him).

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- Techno, what a... surprise that Dream's here since if I remember correctly you told me he was in a HyPixel competition, so may I ask why he's here now?

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So he was right.

If it's during the HyPixel era, but they're not that young, then between 18 and 21, doubt he'd have taken on the responsibility of raising someone, as strange as that sounds coming from him (he's thankful Chat didn't come here with him; they wouldn't have mentioned TechnoSoft for days).

He should pay more attention to the environment they're presenting; he'll have something to tease Dream about when he wakes up.

Puffy sighed, nostalgic for the memories.

A younger Dream excitedly telling him about another competition won, about another new world with Sapnap and George, about a new trophy to participate in, so young and full of life, so painfully in the past.

She still remembers the last time it happened.

'Puffy!'

'Ducky wh-'

'I'm going to create my own server!'

'A what?'

'Yes!' Look, I've been thinking about it, and it's a perfect idea, I already have the place and XD is going to help me with that.

'Dream, honey, owner a Server is a big responsibility, you know right? It's not like the time worlds in the competitions you were in.

'I 'now! I know I'll do a great job. Besides, Pandas and Goggy are coming with me. It'll be small, I'll just invite a few more people, I swear.'

'If you say so, then I'll wish you luck.'

'Aren't you joining?'

'Uhm, I actually feel calmer here, but don't doubt I'll come visit you.'

'Ha, well, just wait and see what it'll turn into.'

She never stop thinking, if her had agreed to join sooner, if her had kept a closer eye on what her was doing, if her had been more careful, everything that happened here would have been avoided. She don't understand, she still don't, how it turned into this.

Into the man who terrorized a kid's memory.

Into the man who took away their freedom.

She doesn't (she doesn't think her ever will).

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They stared at each other for a moment before Techno stepped forward to try to speak.

"So, uh, Dream found Ranboo and helped me... bring him here because apparently he didn't want to let go, and now he'll help me keep an eye on him."

The tone was concise but shaky, and Techno never spoke while looking at his friend for reactions.

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A chuckle echoed around the room as the screen froze again.

"So the much-clamed "God of Blood" is just a scared little pig."

The mocking exclamation cut through the air like a knife.

Techno turned to see Quackity smirking at him, a drink in hand. Tsk, it was obvious that for someone like him, his stuttering wouldn't go unnoticed. Is that screen just trying to ridicule him? Bruh, it's annoying.

"Looks like I left more damage than I thought, Quackity. You're not seeing things right."

If he's going to be mean, who's he to let him get away with it?

And Quackity's contorted face, tightening the skin around the scar, was completely worth it.

- You're seeking Dream's opinion like a scurrying fawn looking for its mother. Isn't that the definition of skittish?

- You should wear glasses. Although I don't know how well they'll heal a blind eye, they'd at least cover part of your face.

- You bastard-

- Be careful what you say.

Philza chimed in, smiling with his eyes curved into crescents, but making his voice resonate clearly and concisely, leaving no room for arguments, the latter of which Quackity didn't care who.

"Now hiding behind "CrowFather" Blade?"

"You're still pushing your luck, aren't you?"

Philza spoke again, the tension rising again as it was now just the three of them throwing daggers at each other.

"Um, why do you say that?"

"She'll show up soon if she doesn't stop acting so childish."

"Oh, really?"

He knew it. He wasn't a fool, of course he knew it, but he liked the idea of annoying the bastard who gave him the scar. An opportunity like that shouldn't be wasted, after all.

- Uhm, of course, of course. I can be a little considerate of the piglin and keep my mouth shut.

With a final sneer, he looked away and adjusted himself better for the screen. Techno did the same, ignoring him after sending Phil a reproachful look for intervening, which only earned him a smirk in response.

Sometimes, he really didn't understand.

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Philza waited a moment, raising her eyebrow before crossing her arms and now standing in front of them to face them.

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No.

He couldn't be stupid enough to allow that. If the answer is what think it is, Tommy will break something, he really will.

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Both of them see each other, with slight concern on their faces. Dream was about to say something, saying that he would only do so until Ranboo decided it wasn't worth it anymore, before Techno hesitantly interrupted him.

A thousand thoughts ran through Dream's mind at that moment, from how to kill a pig to how to escape the cabin as quickly as possible.

Techno, like the traitor he was, looked away while the mask continued to focus on him.

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Crash!

The sound of breaking glass echoed through the room, sending everyone tumbling back onto their couches.

"Is this stupid? This is stupid. How the hell can he leave little Ranboo near him?!"

Tommy tightened his grip on the fabric of his pants as he rants about the ridiculousness of the situation. Ranboo sank deeper into his seat in embarrassment and a little fear for the future of the on-screen boy. Tubbo seemed torn between wanting to stop Tommy from coming after Mixel, and encouraging him to screw up their decisions about leaving Dream, any version of him, near a child.

They still didn't buy the act of the good, concerned young man.

"Tommy lowers his voice."

"HUH? No, this is it, this just doesn't make any sense."

"Of course not."

"You see! Even Big Q agrees with that."

- It's not like he has more brain cells to think about that.

- Do you want to repeat that?

- Phil needs to make him see some damn sense not to do that.

- Please, stop.

- Tommy, enought

- Leave him alone, Ranboo.

- All bark, no bite.

The theater was increasingly filled with the cacophony of noise from the three-way argument.

And one of the few who remained silent and distant finally caught the attention of the rest.

"ENOUGH!"

Sam stood up in all his hybrid glory. He hadn't had much to say before; it wasn't something that worried him much, so he didn't bother to give his opinion other than trying to comfort Puffy, who did look very upset by seeing Dream on the screen.

But things were getting out of hand again. The lady might come back to enforce the rules. It was already tense enough that she hadn't shown up since the panic attack, considering how volatile he was earlier with Jack and Dream.

He took a breath to clear his throat before he could continue, with the rest of the room staring at him.

"I understand that the situation on screen is, for lack of a better word, ridiculous, but if we start arguing, we'll just end up like he"

He pointed to the still unconscious body in the middle of the room.

"I don't like it either, but she said it wasn't long. We can't finish this if you keep interrupting the movie, so for the sake of our sanity and finally being able to take a break from this situation, let's try to keep our comments to ourselves."

He didn't expect them to listen, but he at least wanted the minors to pay attention. Tommy frowned before sitting back down and whispering aggressively to Tubbo. Phil stared at him for a while and used all his willpower to avoid looking back while Quackity sneered.

Ah, what he wouldn't give to be back in his prison.

The Bots cleaned up the small mess of glass from the floor and returned to their positions as the movie continued.

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??!

The silence in the room was speechless.

- JA!

Almost.

- This is hilarious.

Of course, there were some people who would enjoy watching, although Phil wasn't amused by the mockery at all.

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Apparently, it's a good... relationship they have in that world, at least.

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Techno couldn't hide his laughter. In no world would he have imagined Philza threatening Dream, and even less so in one where Dream seems truly terrified by it.

Worth enjoying.

Tommy thinks he deserves it. He rejoices at the first coherent thing that's happened on screen so far. He asks a Bot to bring him a slice of cake, and it comes while he's tasting this. 

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He smiled again before pushing him away, still holding his shoulders.

"But let's not get ahead of ourselves. I'm sure Techno thought long and hard before agreeing to this, didn't he?"

"Ah..."

Techno looked unsure of how to respond to that, and Dream, still fearing for his life, freed himself from Philza's grasp to stand next to Techno before answering, trying to regulate his voice.

"That's right! Is that the best thing for Ranboo?"

It sounded more like a question than a statement, and he stood a step behind Techno in case he needed to use a human shield.

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Tubbo scrunched up his face, gsk as if a bastard like him could ever care about anyone. He acted well, but he wasn't going to be swayed by a single glance. He knew he was hiding something, he was sure of it.

Someone like him isn't meant to be good.

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- I see... anyway, then, while Ranboo rests from his little trip, you guys go clean up too... Oh, and Dream, welcome to the family.

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Ah.

No, that's not right.

Phil frowned at the insinuation. He hoped he was wrong, prayed to his wife that he was wrong about his other self's decision.

He could see Techno's face scrunched up in suspicion, or the surprise he'd get.

Although apparently, given how calm the other Dream is, he still doesn't realize how serious the situation is now.

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He picked up the tray with the abandoned tea set again and went into the kitchen, leaving the other two alone.

"That went well..."

"You think?"

They began to whisper in case Phil heard them.

"He dont kill me, I consider that a victory."

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Yeah, no, he dont thinks he'll ever get used to seeing the fearsome rival who can fight on par with him act that way.

Although, the sarcasm at the end is just like the original, just as unbearable.

Sapnap felt the metallic taste of blood on his tongue from whatever he'd been biting it for the last few scenes. It's unfair, it's all he can think about. This Dream on the screen is his friend, the one who helped him control his hybrid side, the one who took him on adventures to places he never thought possible, the one to whom he swore his loyalty.

Turning around now, the unconscious figure in the middle of the room... that's not him anymore, and it hasn't been for a long time.

(He thinks about what he did wrong, thinks about whether he doesn't deserve what he has in someone else, thinks about how much he hates him for it.)

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Techno turned to him as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"What?"

"...You know you'll be living here now, right, nerd?"

Dream whipped his head around so fast that he could have easily broken his neck.

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Just like the jaws of the people, who could have dropped to the floor from the shock of that simple statement.

Cough cough

Or choked on their drinks.

Quackity choked on his wine while some bots helped him so he wouldn't go through the wrong conduit. So did Technoblade, who gave up on the bots' help in wiping away the tea drips on his cape.

Philza at his side had stiffened earlier. He had already assumed something like this could happen, but he had truly hoped he doesn't would make such a drastic decision. Although, given his friendship with Puffy and the fact that he was Dream before being locked up in this server, it wasn't a bad thing. Considering him part of his family is a completely different matter.

"No,i finish with this, i refuse, no, no, and no."

This time Tommy got up from his seat before walking backward past the dessert table deeper into the infinite darkness of space.

"Tommy!"

"I can't hear you, Tubbo!"

"Get back here!"

Tubbo went after him. Not about to let his friend, whom he had only just recovered hours ago, be chained up or knocked out by a divine entity or his goddess. He went after him while Ranboo was dying of nerves, nervously staring at the spot behind the screen, waiting at any moment for the unmistakable sound of heels approaching.

Quackity cursed, seeing his stepson and Tommy so far away, still arguing about how to get back. He managed to divert his attention earlier, but he's not sure he can do it again a second time. They've already pushed their luck too far in this last segment. Why did it have to be so stupidly long? He swears it's twice as long as the rest.

The rest of the group curses and waits for the apparition, just like Jack and Dream.

...

And nothing happens.

Why she doesn't show up?

Jack curses impatiently as he stamps the ground with the sole of his boot. It wasn't even 5 seconds before he was punished, and barely a couple of screams before Dream suffered the same fate. But no, not only was it enough for them to let Tommy go with nothing more than a reprimand the first time and not a single scolding the second time, but now they don't even deign to show up despite her saying she's there watching them.

Tsk, he frowns, his eyes watching the two young men still yelling at each other across the snacks, and curses inwardly.

"Jack, calm down."

"Easy to say, unlike seeing that someone who did the same thing, for which you were literally chained to your seat, didn't get hurt."

Nicky frowned. She could understand Jack; she was annoying by Tommy too, but getting upset wouldn't help him when Mixel arrived again.

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Oh, isn't this just a minor inconvenience?

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The air froze, the bots took up perfectly ordered military positions as the screen blanked out and the floating lights grew brighter.

The owner of the salon was there.

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Tommy darling, why are you interrupting the movie with a tantrum?

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The sweet, syrupy tone was present again, without mockery, just genuine curiosity.

Though they had no way of knowing after all, so they just assumed it was some kind of mind game; Tommy stiffened after being caught under the goddess's gaze without even knowing where she was.

He had to say something, to distract her, to calm her down, looking out of the corner of his eye Tubbo was still at his side, the goddess was not addressing him, yet.

And he would make sure that wasn't the case, steeling himself as he tried to find his words, which came out in a barely audible whisper.

"It's..."

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Can you tell me, sunshine, what's bothering you?

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Two crystals of light descended and moved closer to him. Tubbo tried to drag him back to the seats, but he was too absorbed in how to respond so as not to upset the goddess.

Well, perhaps take advantage of her favoritism?

Maybe, but he didn't want any more attention. It was never good if he was a self-centered bastard, and she said they were entertainment. As soon as he calmed down, he'd leave. Fine, bitch. If he wants to play with them, at least he'll take advantage of it as much as he can.

He let go of Tubbo's hand and stood up straighter, addressing the crystals above his head.

"I want to eat."

...

The silence in the air could only be compared to the deathly silence after the L'Manburg explosion. He didn't look away for a single moment, even if his mind grew uncertain the longer she waited to respond.

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Do you want to move lunch up? When you can't even finish this little bit in peace?

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His tone become irritated.

"Yeah, I don't want to see this shit anymore."

He's made a lot of stupid decisions throughout his short life, this is one of them and he can already feel how Ranboo is on the verge of fainting, but as soon as those thoughts reached his mind they were gone by the sound of loud laughter, a raucous and boisterous laugh, making the cymbals on the table tremble and the space itself with the light of the crystals flickering.

The two who were shining above him moved closer, illuminated even more, floating in circles around him. He swears they're having fun. The sound stops, and the goddess lets out a sigh before speaking again.

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That's why you're my favorite. Okay, you'll see the little missing piece after eating. Um, do you like that, sunshine?

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Work it? And shit that worked, he can't even believe it.

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I can't hear you, dear

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- oh eh- YES!

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Okay! Settle in, and help yourselves. My little one won't be with you while she passes, but she'll be back to inform you when she's done. This time, I expect you to behave.

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The crystals leave his side and return to their place in the air. They turn to face the front, and the screen has disappeared, just as it appeared at the beginning of this nightmare. The Bots previously waiting to serve them put away their snacks and retreat to the back row. He feels a tug on his arm, and Tubbo pulls him further away from the table so he doesn't run into the rest of the Bots.

When everything is set up, the snacks and desserts are replaced by dishes, rows and rows of drinks and dishes to try. 20 seats in total are placed around him. He doesn't know if it's because of the size or to separate them all, but he's grateful for it; he couldn't stand to be near any of the others right now.

The lunch is served.

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The Bot's settled to the sides, each standing next to a chair with a glowing name on it, each one had been designated based on the compatibility and affinity of the people in the room, being watched from above. Mixel watched them approach doubtfully, he would have to fix a couple of things with his Goddess while they were distracted.

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What's got your thoughts so upset, darling?

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- My Goddess, it is the excitement of things that happen, and the tiredness

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Oh my precious starlight, are you tired?

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- Who wouldn't be tired of these people?, But you must admit how much I enjoy what we do with our sun, Don't you think?

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O'curs! Our little one's is just as we imagined, although I really regret not having seen the part sooner.

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- My Goddess, don't worry your magnificen. I know you have to leave in a bit, so plan that while they eat, we'll spend the last few minutes of the chapter before ending your break, to prepare them for the next section.

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OH! How wonderful and ecstatic that is, my light, always so considerate of this great me.

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How could not? It's thanks to her that it exist, otherwise, it be nothing more than a mere scketch.

- All's well, my goddess. Don't forget the preparations my other half is making.

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I wouldn't do it, for any reason, anyway. Go, go, I hope to see the last piece, it is stopping at a very interesting moment, indeed.

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- As you wish, my Goddess.

The goddess caressed him with one of her fingers on his face before focusing again on her other worlds. Mixel stepped back and watched them a little longer, even advancing their meal before showing them the last fragment.

And she also had to perform the spell to wake the sleeping bitch.

( . . . )

The table was perfectly set, from classic dishes everyone had eaten at least once in their lives, to elaborate dishes they'd only heard about at HyPixel's champion buffets. Tensions were running high due to the proximity of just one chair between those who didn't have a good relationship with each other.

...

With the exception of Dream, who was still unconscious in the center of the room.

Little victories.

The tension was generated by the desire to finish eating so they could finish what they were watching. The clatter of utensils and the faint whispers of the groups were the only things that could be heard, although there wasn't much to pay attention to.

Nicky ate as slowly as possible, and with how delicious the food was, it was almost an impossible task (she couldn't wait to try the desserts). Next to her was Jack, and in front of her was Puffy. They didn't speak much, but she nodded toward Jack, frowning. He was quiet, which she thought was good (it wasn't).

She turn to look at him, poking his food too hard with his fork, glancing sideways at the other end of the table where the young people were laughing and...

Oh...

She frowned in understanding. She didn't want to have to deal with that, since the first time Jack suffered the consequences of a single minor altercation.

She leaned closer to the man who had stopped to eat and stared at the blond on the far side.

- Jack

- ...

He didn't respond. Shee clicked his tongue. Of course he didn't.

- Jack; stop doing that.

- ...He didn't get punished.

- I know... but no...

- He made a scene, and not only did he not receive even the slightest reprimand, but he was even given a choice when he forced us all to do what we didn't want to do.

She remained silent. She knew Jack still held a grudge against Tommy after he took a life (and she herself blamed him for L'Manburg), and after being chained up, even briefly, for not even a little piece of what Tommy did. She could understand why Jack was upset.

And he wasn't entirely wrong.

Jack wasn't just upset; he was furious, glaring at Tommy with daggers in his eyes. Before, in easier and happier (stupid) times, he saw him as a spoiled, noisy child, but a child nonetheless. Sure, sometimes (often) he was annoying, as he always seemed to be causing trouble for everyone, but he didn't do it with bad intentions (He thought). But now?

After the fight over some damn disc's?

After the fall of an entire country due to this same war?

After further separating the SMP because of his mistakes and whims?

After killing him?

He only saw him as a selfish child, a child Willbur never put a stop to (even when he did put a stop to Fundy's, hypocrit). He used to believed in Wilbur's ideals, he truly did, but he never knew how to draw the line between his ideals and Tommy's desires. His anger and resentment toward that man almost rivaled his resentment toward Tommy. He watched Wilbur eat in silence for a while, humming, unaware that he was the only one completely separated in every direction.

Before he looked back at the end of the table.

He gripped his cutlery even tighter; he could feel the cold metal trying to control itself from causing a scene; ja, yes, a scene for which any of them would be punished... except Tommy.

He don't understand.

He didn't understand what made him so beloved by the Goddess of this place. She seemed to adore him (it was terrifying). He didn't understand, but surely, that bastard would be rejoicing at having the attention of a god.

He decided to let go of his anger, it was ruining his appetite and he wasn't going to risk going through that experience again (squeezing him, cutting off his air, trapping him), he angrily grabbed the piece of meat and shoved it in his mouth.

Sapnap ate cautiously, watching his surroundings. He didn't exactly have a good history with Philza, but no hard feelings were held, and George was with him (he mentally thanked the Goddess for not putting him near Dream; he wouldn't have been able to stand it). At first, when George didn't wake up despite the terrible experience, he worried, but that had been a problem for a long time, and he had many other things to worry about. He wouldn't deny that he surprise would discover he near to him.

He was lost, as if he wasn't really there (but it was the only familiar thing he had in that place). He sat down slowly next to him, watching, scraping the floor as he got closer. Um, he must want an explanation.

- Sapnap, what's going on?

- Didn't they tell you anything?

He asked, gesturing slightly to the Bots escorting him. He saw George frown and shudder, moving as far away from them as humanly possible, huh.

- They make me feel uncomfortable, and... I wasn't really awake when they brought me here.

- I see.

George didn't really want to admit that he thinks it is was another XD ploy or something similar, but only when he saw the pristine white landscape with emeralds replaced by the dark void lit by diamonds, did he realize he was neither there nor in the Smp.

And as they lifted him up and led him to the table behind the seats, he saw a crouching figure wearing a mask he'd never be able to forget (he helped make it).

Seeing Dream was...

Doubtful (worrying), but at least now he was calmer (hurt).

He walked away faster, and if he didn't hear the explanation of those... things, because he was thinking about himself, well, that's his damn problem alone, and no one has the right to interfere, not even Sapnap.

- How much do you know?

- That we're in a place to satisfy the whims of a goddess to see... ourselves?

- Huh, something like that.

- What were you watching?

Sapnap seemed to have a complicated expression before sighing and recounting everything that had happened on the screen earlier.

...

- Sapnap... that.

- Does it sound completely ridiculous and unrealistic?

- Don't you really expect me to believe this it's true?

- You don't need to. After the meal, we'll see each other again.

It wasn't as comforting as he thought it should have been, but he would cling to the remaining normalcy of the situation and focus solely on the food.

The atmosphere became a little lighter as conversations became more lively, and everyone ignored each other despite eating at the same table. Despite that, the decorations and plates deliberately placed in the center to draw people's eyes away from the table ahead helped a lot.

They should have expected that wouldn't last long.

- Enjoying your meal?

George jumped in his seat, scraping it and attracting everyone's attention, flinching slightly at the girl's amused smile.

- Relax, I'm sure this is a little new for you, since you're... asleep, but you'll be fine.

She dismissed his behavior with a wave of her hand, positioning herself behind his seat at the other end of the table.

- Anyway, let's go back to the screen to continue watching.

- Didn't your Goddess say we'd be done to eat before?

Quackity's voice rose again above the silence, calmly moving a piece of pork rind toward her, pointing at it with his fork.

- My plate still looks full.

And ended up eating it while still watching her. Tubbo looked bewildered, Ranboo looked on the verge of fainting, and Tommy hoped very much that the girl wouldn't be upset.

- That's right, Mr. Quackity, however; since we want to stick to my Goddess's schedule so she can enjoy herself, while you finish your meal, we'll play the last part of the previous scene.

The others looked at each other, recording the interesting scene they ended with. It certainly didn't seem like anything bad would take away their appetites out of shock or disgust, so there was no reason to complain (not that they could refuse her).

- Sap, what your you watching before?

- You'll see...

A smaller screen than the previous one appeared behind her right where they left off.

- Shall we start?

No one objected, and the screen distorted again before she hit play.

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- Que?!

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- Cough cough puff

The screen froze again as George started coughing, choking on the water. Sapnap patted him on the back to try to control it.

George froze in surprise.

He'd heard it from Sapnap, he'd done it, but hearing it and seeing it were two different things.

(It's another us.

What?

I know, I don't understand either, but I'm sorry.

So we only see our misery?

No... well, not exactly.

Then how?

It's us, but not like that.

I'm not understanding you.

Just don't be surprised if you see... Dream.

...Why?

He's... looks like before.

How?

Just come on, you'll find out later.

Aren't you even going to tell me what you were seeing?

...

Okay.)

He hadn't expected that. He took a deep breath, taking the water Sapnap offered him before refocusing.

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- Hush!

Techno covered his mouth, and they both stared briefly at the kitchen door before Dream swatted it away from his face.

- What the hell are you talking about?

- In case you didn't hear, he literally said "welcome to the family."

- Yeah, so?!

- You're not leaving here unless he wants you to or you have a really strong death wish, which, given your history, wouldn't surprise me.

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- Wait, wait.

George paused the screen again; at this point, some people were starting to get annoyed.

- I'm not understanding anything.

- George, just sit down and finish watching.

Sapnap asked him to sit down, cautiously peering into the space behind the screen, fearing that so many interruptions in a row would annoy The Lady.

George, like the bastard he is, just ignored him.

- No, Sap, I'm not understanding anything, and it's weird seeing... THAT!

His finger pointed at the frozen image of Dream and who he assumed was Techno, talking about family and stuff.

- That-

- It's because they decided to raise a child together.

Phil, who was sitting two seats away from him, was the one who spoke, with an amused grimace. He found it amusing how his face distorted in total confusion while the other stared at him sternly. He looked at him the same way, not intimidated.

- What he what?

- It's not important.

- No, Sapnap, no, how, just why?

Sapnap just stays silent before to says someting, but George cut it off.

- No, enough, I'm not going to deal with this now, but you'll tell me everything I missed after this thing.

Sapnap reluctantly agreed, frowning at Phil, who chuckled.

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- Im not!

- Well, then if you says you don't have it, then we have no choice.

- I didn't agree to this!

- Bruh, you were the moment you agreed to help me keep an eye on Ranboo for a while.

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George whips his head to the side, to the end of the table where Ranboo was trying unsuccessfully, to avoid his gaze.

Sapnap just wanted his friend to stay calm.

Phil was amused by the on-screen Dream's exasperation regarding his decision to help take care of the little one. While he doesn't agree with the things that led to him being used as entertainment, nor with how disconcerting what they're seeing is, he might be able to enjoy that time a lot.

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- To watch, not to literally stay and live with you and raise him like a type of a housewife or something!

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At this point, George just gave up on understanding half of the things and decided to wait for Sapnap to explain what the hell he was seeing and hearing.

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- It's not like you have a home to go back to.

- I have a home.

- A box under a bridge with doesn't account.

- No way! I can't stay.

- Well, you will now because I don't plan on dealing alone with Phil or Ranboo missing you.

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- Wow, the great Technoblade forcing someone to be his "partner."

Quackity sneered. Despite the ornaments that prevented him from seeing Technoblade's face properly, he still saw enough to distinguish him.

- Ha, at least I have one... "partner" to take care of. What can I say about you? You lost the two you had.

That bitch.

Sounding, Quackity gritted his teeth and the fork he was holding, he avoided the confrontation to focus on the screen, not because he would let him win with the last sentence, but because he couldn't stand being just two seats away from him.

He fell silent, staring back at the screen, ignoring the amber eyes staring back at him.

(He used to stare at them with that same intensity, too, when he was young and stupid.)

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- Well, you should have thought about it better, Blade.

- Oh, so you are, Dream.

- Are you fighting?

They both jumped to see Phil, who was watching them critically from the kitchen doorway. They stood up straighter and smiled, though clearly uncomfortable at having been caught.

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There were a few chuckles around the table at the reaction of the two most feared people in the SMP, like two fawns in the headlights of a car.

Unfortunately for Techno, who knew his image was slowly being destroyed, and Phil, the traitor both on and off screen, just looked at him amused.

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- No no, we were just erh, seeing where I would sleep.

- Uh, yeah.

Philza's face changed quickly before he smiled at them and approached them.

- I'm so glad you're taking it so well. Fighting isn't the best environment for a kid like Ranboo, you know?" And since you're both going to raise him, I have more suggestions for you.

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Ranboo squirmed a little in his seat at how the other Phil was worrying so much about little him. It wasn't that Phil didn't care about him (God knew he'd helped him a lot before), it was just that it was very strange. Looking at Techno at his side, who looked as neutral as ever (but he noticed the trembling in his hands from anger or contained embarrassment), he thought it was just him who felt strange about the situation on screen.

He looked away before it could be counted as an interruption (and because he couldn't stand Techno seeing him watching).

However, before he realized the video was over, he continued in an even lower tone.

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They both turned to each other and simply smiled as Philza placed a new tea set and urged them to sit down; this wasn't going to be a friendly conversation.

- If I die, I'll blame you for everything.

Was the last thing Dream managed to whisper before putting on his best smile and sitting down with Phil. Techno just sighed at the joke his life had become.

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The tone sent a shiver down the spine and a stifled sigh through Tommy's spine, who fought hard to push away the memories of that same tone whispering poisonous words and lies in his ear (he knew it, he really knew it, Tubbo is with him now), but it still wasn't as easy as it seemed.

Tubbo squinted at him, but only he smiled (he wasn't going to know).

(He was never going to know).

The screen blacked out and disappeared after that. Mixel was right, it wasn't that long, maybe 10 minutes? Sue him. It's not like exile hadn't messed with his sense of time, and being in this damn Goddess place hadn't helped.

Clap

- Well, that was very short, but assuming we should have finished that before eating, it is not a  problem.

Mixel had reappeared, changing the plates of food on the table with a diverse array of desserts and savory snacks, with a candelabra of drinks? Oh fuck, those were damn floating drinks.

- Now, let's finish dessert and return to your seats. You can change places if you want, but if there's a conflict with someone else's seat, the one who sat there before will have priority.

She spoke in a sweet tone, saying goodbye in the darkness.

He, for his part, didn't wait and helped himself to all the nearby desserts. Tubbo did the same. "Fuck, this place must be shit, but the food was so damn good, and the desserts, not to mention, not even Nicky's pastries could have compared (even if he hadn't eaten anything she made in so long he can't remember what it tastes like).

The place fell silent after that, one by one they retreated back to their positions, no one was willing to try to change places and possibly release a Pandora's box that could be opened with the slightest touch.

They ended up waiting a while before the previous screen turned back on, now showing Dream and Techno walking down a village road with the pause icon on it.

- Seeing as everyone's here, let's get started...Oh! How silly, I almost forgot.

She slapped her head in resignation and snapped her fingers. With a loud bang, the chains holding Dream in the center of the salty hair were sucked into the ground.

The noise startled the people around her, who held their breath. Their bodies shook slightly, until their heads lifted, just a little, revealing the mask instead of just their blond hair.

Dream had woken up.

George felt a burning fury (pity) in his throat at seeing that man (his friend) in that weak, helpless, lost state.

- What?

His voice came out raspy from the pressure of the chains and his unconscious time, but before he could say anything the screen started again.