Archive of Our Own

Summary:

The poncho that Bad had given Dream was at the bottom of his enderchest all this time. When he received it, Dream had still been unable to even look at Bad without remembering the terrible things that his counterpart from the original timeline had done.

But now, the fabric neatly folded in his hands, the only negative feelings he had danced around the fact that this poncho was replacing the hoodie that had accompanied him for years now. It started as a lovely gift from an adopted family, to the only memory he had of them after a massacre, changing again to his trademark outfit around the different servers, then the only thing that he had left once he was tossed into the vault).

Well, that, and the fact that once Ranboo saw it, he wouldn’t let the admin live it down.

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Finally, he proceeded to put it on.

A sense of finality filled him as it fell around his shoulders ; similar to a canon death, except in a totally different way. It was the end of phase, and the beginning of another. Funny, how losing the hoodie was the thing that cemented the fact that this was a completely different timeline.

And that he belonged to it.