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Bad would dream.
He'd dream a lot actually of the same thing that left his chest fluttering and a warm pleasant feeling in every part of him.
He dreams of many things.
He dreams of his son.
The cute little half-breed demon who'd try to copy him from time to time, who made him the worst muffins ever on fathers day but he'd eat them every time.
Who spoke of loyalty, love, justice, and adventure.
He dreamed of his friends.
There was Puffy who would always be there if he got a little freaked out and needed advice.
He dreamed of ant frost who was like a brother to him and always had his back no matter what stupidity he was up to he could trust him to be there for him.
He dreamed of Sam who held justice and righteousness close to his chest and he'd like to think the man was the brain cell of the group who'd come up with the most amazing things.
He'd even dream of foolish sometimes.
Some fun arguments and builds with a god who he doesn't see anymore.
Then he has other dreams about them….
Dreams of red.
He hates red.
Then he dreams of his soulmate.
Of a bright dazzling blue that leaves him breathless, wanting, happy in a way nothing but his son has ever made him and even then his soulmate may have just a small plus on sapnap.
He dreams of his diamond skeppy.
Of skeppy, him and tiny sapnap at a picnic together.
Of skeppy, him and his friends setting up ridiculous pranks on the rest of the SMP
and sometimes he dreams of him holding Skeppy's hand.
He'll stare at the ring on Bad's horn, and look down at his hand. He'll say silly stuff that doesn't make sense, but it makes Bad smile anyway. He'll start flirting to make Bad flustered. He'll hold his cheeks in his hands and just stare, saying endearing affections so quietly.
But Bad's favorites are when Skeppy and he are sitting together. Sometimes they'll sit next to each other on the ground. Other times he'll sit in the swing beside him.
And today, they were sitting on clouds, admiring the world below them. The DSMP server looked like it was brand new and that it didn't have a gaping hole in reality.
But neither of them minded. They were too caught up in each other to care.
They were talking. Talking about some stories or rumors they've heard being blown around the SMP. Or they'd talk about some funny things they saw.
The topic didn't matter, they were perfectly content just sitting there in silence if it came too.
Sometimes they'd kiss. Like they used to. In most of Bad's dreams, they would press a kiss on the others cheek. And in some, they would go dangerously close to each other's lips.
And they were content with that. Being on the edge, but never stepping over it.
But sometimes, they would cross it. The line would become blurred in their desire of want. And so they would go into the uncharted territory that's so familiar.
Then came the least favorite parts of the dreams.
Where Skeppy would pull away from Bad's embrace and look him in the eyes, to tell him exactly what he doesn't want to hear.
"You need to wake up, Bad."
And Bad would listen to Skeppy if he had asked for any other request.
He doesn't want to leave him. He wants to stay in his dream world, where everything is perfect, and everyone is alive. And where Skeppy remains. Skeppy would keep on insisting and Bad would keep on rejecting.
Until Bad would wake up.
And that was the most horrible thing he would ever experience.
He would call out to Skeppy, begging him to let the demon stay. But Skeppy would only supply a sad smile and say,
"Dreams aren't meant to last forever."
And then Bad wakes up.
Bad would wake up. He would wake up in the one place he didn't want to be in. Where everyone is fighting, and everyone is dying. And where Skeppy isn't by his side to tell him that, "it's all right" and "I'm not going anywhere".
Because it's a lie. It's such a lie.
Skeppy isn't here by his side to tell him it'll be okay. Skeppy isn't here to tell him he'll never leave.
Because Bad took him somewhere safe.
Because bad pushed him away to keep him safe.
From the egg.
From the people who've lost their minds and didn't stop the violence even his own son lost himself to it, a thirst for vengeance that makes no sense.
From himself, who couldn't have been reasoned with at some point as well.
He remembers the smell of burning flesh and it still breaks his heart every time.
But He and Sam had a plan to keep the egg in check, it involved a few things bad didn't ever want but he was ready to put himself through if it meant keeping everyone else safe.
He even got XD's permission for it because the other despised the virus that was corrupting his server.
Bad got permission to be the demon he kept very tightly wrapped up, a large form becoming his main one again to look scarier.
Then he was jailed up with the egg.
Alone.
With bleeding red and whimpers that bleed Into his every waking thought to free it somehow but it doesn't understand he can't break the obsidian blocks keeping them in either because of the mining fatigue Sam but on him.
The issue was how long he could hold out so he kept his thoughts on the things he dreamed about.
Of his son.
His friends.
His soulmate.
It helped, he wasn't letting it Control him again and he would drive away those who even tried to come close. His large arms were skinny enough to claw at those who came through and a fire breath that burned through through the bars.
It was going well.
Till Sam… disappeared.
He stopped being fed.
It was a blessing and a curse really.
The blessing was he stopped having waking thoughts for the egg to control, demons don't exactly need to eat but they grow disparate and bloodthirsty without food.
Because their body would decay without it.
So bad's thoughts summed down to only 3 things.
Food.
Loyalty.
Love.
His body wasn't right anymore.
The egg would even grow fearful that it may be his next meal.
But before he ever got that desperate he'd always go back to sleep, as an escape.
He'd normally just dream of skeppy.
Of being normal and happy again only to wake up in the same obsidian jail.
But sometimes there are also dreams of sapnap, before things got so complicated.
He hasn't filed his claws for a long time and they were starting to leave scratches on the brick under him so to pass the time and maybe to lessen his self-injury he'd type on the obsidian stone by him to dull his claws some to keep him from Accidentally hurting himself in the madness that's starting to be a 2nd nature of shorts.
It's a quiet rhythm that helps keep him calm.
Tap.
Tap tap.
Tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap
Tap tap
Tap.
And it'd repeat.
It would drive away the whispers.
Till either someone came.
Or he fell asleep again to feel like he belonged again…
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Tap.
Tap tap.
Tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap.
Tap tap.
Tap.
George was sitting in the jail cell reading a book or at least trying as the god-forsaken tapping kept going, he made his choice of staying with dream who didn't seem comfortable anywhere else but the smaller obsidian box of a room where he can still see blood dried in the racks of the normally smooth stone. After several hours he couldn't take it anymore, throwing his book down and looking at the only other person in the room, the creeper hybrid who he could see keeping up that basted tapping out of boredom.
“Sam, could you stop? It's really starting to get to me.”
The creeper hybrid looks back red eyes having become fuzzy and unfocused from the hunger of dream forgetting to throw any food to him.
“I don't know what you're talking about that isn't me….”
George narrows his eyes at him for a moment not trusting him but he can see sams arms and as the tapping continued he saw they didn't move, he was left wondering what was making that noise now as he goes to get up from the bed being rather slow with his movements as to make sure he wasn't the one accidentally making that noise.
“Hey, sam…?”
The creeper leans against the wall just overall out of energy as he listens to the brit speaking to him now and he glances back over to the other letting out a hum so the other knew he heard him as George asked the question he has on his mind now.
“Was anyone else ever locked up here besides dream…?”
Sam blinks at the question and starts to think it over.
“Yes…? There was ranboo and conner, ranboo having died in the breakout and conner escaped with everyone else as you know… why do you ask?”
George is left wondering for a moment because if everyone else got out of this god-forsaken hell hole but the 3 of them then who was…
“Are you sure sam? That everyone is gone…?”
Sam was left quiet for a long time at that question before spotting the masked god behind George waiting for him to break their deal, he wasn't stupid enough to anger god so he shakes his head a little too quickly.
“I'm sure, I was warden here since it was made and ended, no other person is here besides the 3 of us”
George only stares now unconvinced but it doesn't sound like Sam is lying, maybe he was just truly an awful warden and didn't keep track of everyone, now he's just with that sound and a small worry or paranoia whispering in the back of his head…
There has to be someone else right…? I probably should look around later…
And that sound continues for a few more hours or once keeping George from going to sleep.
Tap.
Tap tap.
Tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap.
Tap tap.
Tap.
Ashen__Crow Wed 14 Sep 2022 07:50PM UTC
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