#c!Sapnap: why are all my friends Blades suddenly?

[kisuminight]

Since I'm feeling backstories right now, lets do c!Punz and c!Purpled.

Punz has been Purpled's Blade for a long time. He previously belonged to Purpled's father, and reverted to core crystal when Purpled's father died. They were on a hardcore server, so it was a permanent death. Purpled's mother recovered the core crystal. She gave it to Purpled and got him to Awaken Punz roughly a week later. She also died roughly a month later. Purpled was two or three.

So now we have a Blade trying to take care of his Driver, who is a toddler. And eventually raise him into a sane, functional being. Surely it can't be that hard, right? Right?

Punz doesn't actually fail completely. His Procedural Memory is full-on blank when it comes to this, but he knows enough to keep Purpled alive. Mostly common sense-type things, starting with moving to a different server that is not hardcore.

Of course, a young child Driving a Blade is a scenario that can and will attract a lot of bad actors. So Punz keeps them moving, takes mercenary work because he's a Blade and there's not many people who can match him in a fight and they do need money for food and shelter and things like that. Children are expensive. At least the emotional bleed from the Resonance helps Punz to figure out when Purpled's getting tired or angry or frustrated. Punz is decent at figuring out what emotion is coming from the emotional bleed, if not exactly what caused it.

So Purpled grows up knowing he is loved. He grows up knowing the skills of a mercenary, because Punz teaches him what he knows to help him keep alive. He grows up knowing about the Blade System, too, because Punz is a realistic enough to know that the odds are against them. He also grows up very lonely. Unlike a Blade, people need more than one social bond.

Oops.

So it turns out social interaction is a thing that most people need. Even Purpled. He's pretty introverted, and since they always keep moving he doesn't really have the opportunity to make friends. Eventually he stops trying. Punz figures out this might be a problem about when Purpled turns 15 or so.

The reason they both join the DSMP is because there are other people there, including some kids Purpled's age. It's also a large-ish server that's kind of in the middle of nowhere, as servers are organized. If there's a problem, Punz is pretty sure that he or Purpled can handle it because they'll be a lot more powerful than anyone else by virtue of the Blade-Driver status.

Not quite.

Punz and Purpled don't interact much on the DSMP because Purpled is still very much a teenager. He's 16 now, and he doesn't really like being brought to the DSMP instead of, say, Hypixel. He's fine with not interacting with Punz because he also figures that no one else there is strong enough to take them. Even though c!Dream, c!Techno, and c!Philza very much prove that there's other powerful Blades on this server, that doesn't really change. In fact, the hand-waving we're doing of non-canon deaths for the Blade-Driver pairs means that Purpled hasn't ever been forced a Respawn.

Purpled is at the point where most teenagers think they're invincible. He knows that he isn't, that Punz isn't, because he is a mercenary and Punz taught him about the Blade System. But he hasn't internalized it, and he's not really paying much attention to the server's social climate updates he's getting from Punz. It'll be fine. He's mad at Punz right now but he knows he'll get over it eventually and they'll go back to traveling together.

And then the Egg kills Purpled. It's not a canon death. But Purpled wakes up and the world is silent. He doesn't know where Punz is. Because the Blade Punz has reverted to core crystal, and he's not going to be Purpled's Punz anymore.

[huneekrispee]

Where is my lover?

Pairing: c!Dreamwastaken x gn!Reader

Summary: Living outside the Dream SMP, far from the war and chaos, Dream was able to find comfort in you. One day, he leaves, promising to come back to you. It's been months, now you're left wondering... where is my lover?

Warnings: cursing, use of dream's real name, spoilers for the Dream SMP Finale, tiny bit of fluff at the start, angst

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I've been watching Attack on Titan recently, and the song 'Call Your Name' has me in the feels :( Sorry for being away for so long :( School has been an ass to me, I hope you enjoy it!! -Hunee <3

Also! Please don't mind the pronouns in the song! This is a gender-neutral fic, I merely just wrote the song lyrics as they are :)

She lost her brother a month ago

His picture on the wall

And it reminds me

When she brings me coffee... her smile

I wish I could be with her until my last day

In the forest, a cottage lays peacefully in a secluded meadow near a running stream. The tall trees lay their shadows onto the grassy floor, leaving marks from the sun. Water solemnly runs along, moving to its next destination through the stream. Grass rustles and a soft sigh is heard.

Stretching his arms above his head, a man clad in green slowly sits up, emerald eyes darting around. He yawns. "(Y/N)!" He's now standing up, searching for his lover. Dream's hand reaches down to grab his mask left abandoned on the grass, quickly putting it on.

Preparing his sword, his hand on the hilt, Dream slowly steps toward the cottage. He rests a hand on the door, waiting for something, anything.

A scream is heard.

He now slams the door open, netherite blade on full display, ready to attack. Looking around, he notices no one but (Y/N) in the cozy home, with a kettle on the ground next to them. Lowering his guard, sighing with relief, he sheathes his sword once more, walking over to his distraught partner.

"Are you alright?" Removing his mask, he takes their hands in his. Dream looks at them. (Y/N) looks down, taking their hurt hand out of his. Sighing, Dream quickly leads them over to the sink, running the tap. "What happened?" The coldness of the water helped soothe the burn. "I just, accidentally burnt myself with the kettle. It's okay, I'll live, Clay."

The man remained silent. The only sound heard in the cottage was the running tap water. After treating the burn on their hand, Dream leads (Y/N) to the chair on the side of the room. "You. Sit. I'll finish doing whatever you were doing. You just sit there and take it easy, you just burnt your hand." Bending down to their height, Dream stands face to face with (Y/N). He narrows his eyes slightly. He was always like this. Whenever (Y/N) got hurt in any sort of way, Dream was always on it, almost suffocating them with his overwhelming protectiveness.

They sighed, avoiding his eyes. "I- I was just... I just wanted to make you a coffee this morning. I know you're going to be busy later, so I wanted to make sure that you were energized for your work." Fiddling with their bandaged hand, (Y/N) smiled gently. "I see how you're always so dedicated to the stuff you do, and I wanted to return the favor, even if it's just a cup of coffee."

Dream's eyes softened. It was true, he was dedicated to his work. Running an SMP was hard, especially with some people interfering with his plans recently. He had plans to take power over the server again. Finding and taking everything his people were attached to was difficult, but at least he had (Y/N) to come home to. It was all for them. It was worth the hard work and pain just to see (Y/N) smile at him, showing him their love.

"It's okay. Thank you for wanting to do that, but you don't have to." Running his hand up to their cheek, he smiled. "I do all of my work for you, to help make a safe place for you. Once I sort out the rebellious people, I promise, I'll come back to you, and we can live together in my SMP." (Y/N) gazed up at him, looking into his eyes. They smiled, beaming at the idea.

"Alright! I promise I'll wait for you! I'll always wait for you. I love you, Clay."

"I love you too. I promise I will come back to you. Always."

He would do anything to see that smile on their face all the time.

She said she gave all her love to me

We dreamt a new life

Some place to be at peace

But things changed... Suddenly

I lost my dreams in this disaster

It had been two days. Two days since Dream had left. (Y/N) had since then tended to the flowers and read a few books Dream had gotten them from a faraway village.

'I wonder what he's doing now?' Looking up at the sky, (Y/N)'s mind began to wander. What was dream doing right now? Maybe he was still on his way back to his SMP? Or maybe he was trading with villagers for resources?

They smiled. Dream had been one of (Y/N)'s lifelong friends turned partner. They had met when (Y/N) used to live in a village as a child. (Y/N) was nine and Clay was ten. Dream had gotten into a rough fight with two skeletons and a zombie. He was stumbling around, trying to find help for his injuries.

That was when (Y/N) appeared. Hearing the boy's cries, they ran out of their family home, taking Dream into the house to be treated, screaming for their parents to help him.

They had grown up together as best friends after that. Meeting George and Sapnap, the group loved to go on little adventures together and play their favourite game: manhunt. Dream would always insist on running, with George and Sapnap chasing after him. Sometimes, (Y/N) would join them, but they quite enjoyed seeing the trio panic during the game. It was fun.

A couple years ago, Dream visited (Y/N), saying that he was starting up his own SMP, a place where he and his friends could have fun and just be themselves all the time. The two of them spend hours in (Y/N)'s room, talking about their big plans and ideas for the SMP. Dream wanted to build a cottage near a stream, and live there peacefully with (Y/N). They were shocked, Dream wanted to live with them? "Why?" They asked.

"Well, because of... I'll just show you."

That was the day Clay had kissed (Y/N) for the first time.

I'm crying

Missing my lover

I don't have the power

On my side forever

A month had passed. Nothing from Dream. Usually, he'd send a message through on their server communicator, asking how they were and informing them of his journey and new discoveries. But that didn't happen, not this time.

It was hard. Clay had been such a big part of their life that sometimes they found it hard not to worry about him. They knew he was strong, he could take down armies of people, but everyone had their limit.

Raising the iron hoe, (Y/N) swung down, making way for the new seeds of crops that would grow over the next few months. Wiping their forehead with their sleeve, they sighed.

All they wanted was for Dream to be safe, and for him to come back home once he finished his business in the SMP.

Oh Where is my lover

And I got no power

I'm standing alone, No way

Calling out your name

Heavy pants of breath echoed throughout the underground bunker. He was panicking. It wasn't supposed to go like this.

The plan was to kill Tubbo and make Tommy give him his disks.

It all went to shit when Punz showed up with backup, showing the people of his SMP that had turned against him fully.

"W-woah! Okay! Tommy, calm down!"

The blonde boy didn't listen, hands gripping the axe of peace and lifting it high above his head.

"Tell me why I shouldn't kill you Dream, right here, right now."

Dream silently gulped. For once, his plan failed. It backfired on him and blew up in his face. 'Sorry (Y/N). Guess I'm not coming back tonight.' He just wanted this to be over. He just wanted to be back in the cottage near the stream, sitting with his lover.

His green eyes darted around to everyone in the room. They looked disgusted, some disappointed, others angry. He knew this would never change. He would never get his SMP back. They hated him. Wanted him gone.

"Does Y/N know you're like this?"

His breath hitched. Eyes went wide.

Sapnap had stepped forward, sword out, pointing it threatening at Dream. "Do they know just how bad you are? How corrupt you've become?!" He was yelling at this point. Sapnap was upset as well. It was hard to believe that his best friend would do all of these bad things, it hurt to betray him, but he had to do what was right.

"S-stop. Stop talking about them."

For once, Dream was vulnerable. He hated it. He was always so soft when it came to them. When it came to (Y/N). Sapnap knew that. He had seen it when they were together, how happy dream was when he was with them, following them around like a lost puppy, longing for their love. It went both ways, (Y/N) was the same.

"Who the fuck is- Nevermind. Dream. Give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn't-"

"Tommy stop." Sapnap stepped in again. "This is important to not just me but for another person as well." Tommy stepped back, axe still prepared to lash out just in case. Tommy kept muttering to himself, something about a green bastard.

"Dream. Where is (Y/N)? You said they would join the SMP with us, but they're not here, nobody has seen them, probably besides you. You said that they changed their mind about the SMP, or was that a lie too?"

Dream gulped, words caught in his throat.

"Tell me, you bastard! Where is (Y/N) and do they know?!"

"No. They don't know. All I wanted to do was protect them from something I knew would happen. The wars, the chaos of the SMP. They didn't need to be a part of that. I didn't want them to get hurt."

It was almost like a plea. Dream's voice was quiet like he didn't want them to hear what he was saying. Sapnap stepped back, somewhat satisfied with his answer. He was also upset, he hadn't seen (Y/N) in years, not since before the SMP started.

Tommy finally stepped forward.

"Now. Tell me why I shouldn't kill you, Dream."

"I can bring people back to life. I can bring Wilbur back."

I said I gave all my love to you

We dreamt a new house

Some place to be at peace

But things changed... Suddenly

I lost my dreams in this disaster

Three months. It had been three long months without him. (Y/N) would spend every other night crying in their bed, missing him. They missed everything about him. No messages from him on their communicator. No death messages about him either.

They had never thought that three months could feel so long.

Surely he was busy doing stuff that would mean the world was safer for them. That's what he always said. He said that he worked for them and that he promised that they could settle down and make a new cottage near a different stream, closer to the SMP.

He said he needed to dig out the rebellious people and make his SMP a better place.

All (Y/N) could hope for was that he was safe and doing okay.

We don't know what is wrong tonight

Everybody's got no place to hide

No one's left and there's no one to go on

All I know is my life is gone

Dream was not feeling safe and right now he was feeling anything but okay.

Tommy had just broken his mask. Split down the middle, from the axe of peace.

He didn't want anyone to see his face, no one but (Y/N) and the people who had already seen it before he started wearing the mask.

His mask was his safe haven. A facade he could hide behind. With it gone, there was now no place for him to hide.

All he had done was tell Tommy that he could bring people back to life. When he mentioned Wilbur, Tommy seemed shocked, but then he seemed to come back to his senses after remembering what Wilbur was like before he died.

He went crazy. Insane. All because of Dream and his stupid motives. He only fueled Wilbur's change, encouraging him to blow Manburg up after Jschlatt took over. Thank God for Karl destroying the button the first time. The second attempt was successful and sealed Wilbur's fate as a psychotic, destroyed ex-president swayed by the masked man into committing destruction.

Tommy was angry at that. At the fact that Dream would even think about bringing back Wilbur.

Enraged, he brought the axe down onto Dream's cowering figure.

I'm crying

Missing my lover

I don't have the power

On my side forever

Sitting up, (Y/N) slowly looked around the room. It was the same as always; no Dream insight. They woke up every day with a feeling of hope that they would turn around and see Dream at the door, back from his trip.

The situation was too much. (Y/N)'s breaths quickened, eyes blurring up with tears, the salty water slowly dripping down the sides of their cheeks. They let out a dry laugh, bringing up their sweater paw hands to their face, wiping the tears.

They stared at the sleeve of the hoodie they had on. It was green.

It was his.

He always left a spare here, just in case.

It always came in handy when (Y/N) missed him.

They sighed, flopping back down onto the bed, curling into themselves and the hoodie. It smelt like him. He always smelt like a run through the forest, with a hint of saltwater and citrus.

It was comforting.

He was comforting.

The tears wouldn't stop. Every time (Y/N) wiped them away, fresh ones would keep coming. Where was he? Was he okay? It was all they could think about.

(Y/N) hugged themselves, hoping to recreate a hug like his. It didn't work. It never worked.

Nothing could ever compare to his hugs.

Still sobbing, (Y/N) cried themselves back to sleep, despite it being morning.

Not like they had any motivation to do anything without the assurance of him being okay anyways.

Oh Where is my lover

And I got no power

I'm standing alone, No way

Calling out your name

Beep.

(Y/N)'s communicator went off.

Dream was slain by Tommyinnit.

[nightfuryobsessed]

Not Him

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“So, where are you from Sapnap,” Dream asks as he made several pieces of bread for himself and his new friend. It had been a while since anyone was around and Dream was already attached.

“Uh...I can’t really say, it’s the whole point of my job. I just keep an eye on things and make sure that if things go wrong, everyone else is safe. Honestly, that’s kinda why I’m here.”

Dream waited for the other to elaborate but he never did. The masked man hummed before turning back to his work.

“Wait, if you help others, what happens to you?”

There was no answer, making the golden-brown haired male look towards his new friend. He could read the other’s body language and knew that something was wrong.

“You’re not telling me something, I can tell. I know when people aren’t telling me something. Give me the real story.”

Sapnap was quiet before sighing and sat on the cobblestone that made up the blacksmith house he was smelting at.

“Alright...I’m a scientist at the SCP foundation. We secure, contain, and protect the general public from entities, SCP’s, that are anomalies. These anomalies come in all kinds of sizes and classes, from safe classes such as 999, the Tickle Monster, all the way up to a creature that can destroy the entire universe if it wanted to.

“That’s why I’m here...you’re a part of an SCP. We call yours SCP-0643, the masked man. We don’t know where it came from or why, but we found it and took it in. It’s extremely dangerous and all its victims have some kind of box on their face with headphones-”

“Boxes with headphones? Wait, VR? Why would it make them go into VR? Is that why others show up here,” Dream interrupts with fear in his voice. Sapnap paused and looked up at the other male, noticing black creeping up his mask.

“Uh...Dream? Are you okay?”

“I-it didn’t hurt them right? I-it said it would only protect me...no one should have known about us...t-they said it’d just be until I got more help...”

Sapnap jumped to stand up, drawing his sword and held it in both hands, trembling as Dream’s mask turned completely black with oddly mixed green and yellow eyes and a red smile.

“D-Dream?”

“I’m not Dream! I am Clay, I’m not him, I’m not that monster,” the blond haired male shouted, holding his head in his hands and trembling, his hands changing into long claws, black and purple wings sprouting from his back as his clothes turned to a dark gray.

“W-what the hell?!”

“Oh SaPnAp~”

That term. How it was said. The raven haired male froze, terror running through his body.

Suddenly, Clay jumped forward, a blade in hand and quickly swinging at the other, attacking so fast that Sapnap couldn’t help but shout in pain as he was hit. He blocked with his sword before jumping up and ran, shouting, hoping that help would come or that Clay came back to his senses.

“No,” Sapnap exclaimed, skidding to a halt just a few feet away from the top of a several mile high drop. There wasn’t any hope of surviving the fall, regardless of this world’s odd logic.

“No WhErE tO rUn SaPnAp~” Clay purred, his mask moved to show his green and deep jungle green eye and his scarf had fallen off at some point of their chase. He looked truly deranged and mad.

There was no way out of this.

“Come on Clay, you know me, it’ll be okay,” he tried to reason. He gasped and raised his arms to defend himself, only to be rewarded with the other male’s cry of pain.

Sapnap looked up and was shocked to find George with an axe and shield.

“George!”

“Get out of here Sapnap, I can take him!”

Sapnap ran to the side, watching his friend and SCP fight. He could tell that George was in trouble when he held his shield up and slowly knelt to the floor.

“That’s it George~ Kneel for your king~ StOp FiGhTiNg Me,” Clay screamed, his fangs gleaming and dangerous as he continuously scratched and hit the goggle wearing male’s shield.

“Clay stop it,” Sapnap shouted, running and jumping, his sword drawn and taking the SCP off guard.

Clay roared in pain as Sapnap sliced his face, from above his eyebrow down to his cheek. He moved away from the two men and held his face in hand, his wings rising above him as black and purple scales covered more and more of his body.

In the snap of an eye, Dream had made Sapnap kneel, having cut at his knee and leg, then did the same to George. He stood in front of the two men with a smirk, obviously deranged and mad, twitching and clicking to himself.

“I’m the ruler of this game~ He protects me~ Gives me subjects to rule over~ It’s not your fault you were chosen~ It’s just your fault that you went against me~ Now I have to make sure you follow the rules next time~”

Clay raised his claw to his back, pulling a double edged sword from his back sheathe. He smirked as he pulled it to George’s neck.

“Clay stop, I’m the one who brought this up, leave George out of this,” Sapnap shouted, moving forward a bit and bared his neck, showing that he was willing to take George’s punishment instead.

The corrupted man looked down at the raven haired male, confused for a moment before something snapped inside him and his eyes changed color again, back to their normal brown and green color. He panted as the scales on his body faded away, quickly reaching for his mask to cover his face again and ran off before the other two could say or do anything.

Sapnap watched the other male run off, trying to stand only to fall back to a knee, his leg still healing from his injury.

“Sapnap, who was that,” George asks, worried about meeting the blond haired man again.

“That’s Clay, SCP-0643-C...he’s the original version of the SCP.”

“Wait, so he’s-”“-patient zero. In all sense of the word,” Sapnap interjects, carefully moving to sit down, one leg crossed and the other out to try and help the healing process.

“How long will healing take here? It’s different than normal but I don’t know how much exactly.”

“Not too much longer. We’ll have to get some gear before facing Clay again. And when we find him, try not to call him Dream. I think it sets something off for him.”

“Right...guess it’s hide and seek for a bit.”

Sapnap was quiet for a moment before carefully standing up and nodded. His leg felt like it was just asleep, the odd prickling feeling odd yet bearable for now.

“Come on, let’s go. We’ll help you Clay, I swear,” he says, mumbling the last part more to himself than anything else.