#i feel like the bell that xd gave to techno would be of significance

[blown-to-kingdom-come]

fuuuick ive started caring about some dsmp characters again

[theminecraftbox]

eldritch confession au: if you could relive one hour of your life, what would it be? nothing significant would change, you'd just get to re-experience it

/rp /dsmp

(Dream’s rigid in his chair. Sam’s pacing. Quackity is idly picking his fingernails with his shears.)

Dream: (grins, with teeth) Heh. Taking L’Manberg down to bedrock. Best—best hour ever.

Sam: You’re sick.

Dream: Sure. But I also keep my promises, Warden.

Sam: (disgusted) What’s that supposed to mean?

(Dream pauses.)

Dream: I mean, I told the whole server what would happen. I warned them. And I followed through. Not my fault they didn’t listen.

Sam: (exasperated) How can you say all that and still think—Dream, I warned you too! Over and over, I warned you, remember?

Dream: …Okay. And my options were—were what, exactly? I tried! You can’t seriously say I didn’t try to, to cooperate.

Sam: Really, Dream, really? Cooperate? That’s the last thing you did! Let’s see, there were the clocks, the books, the lava—oh yes, your trick with the lectern, that was very cooperative! Or how about when you murdered Tommy, or Ghostbur, would you say that was cooperation?

Dream: I mean—

Sam: (cutting him off) Or how you never gave me straight answers! It took forever before you’d answer me about Tommy, and then you didn’t want to tell me about your plans, or the bell, or the tnt, or about Techno! It was like—like pulling teeth!

Dream: …

Quackity: heh. It really was, wasn’t it?

Sam: and don’t get me started on the book. If you were so cooperative, why didn’t you tell me about the book?

Dream: Oh my god. Because you would have KILLED me, we’ve been over this! And—and when I say I tried to cooperate—I mean, I did offer to use the book for you, whenever you wanted, remember that? I tried to compromise!

Quackity: Weirdly, we weren’t in the fucking mood to compromise, Dream.

Dream: (icily) Yeah, I picked up on that. But you can’t—look, you can’t say I never tried.

Quackity: (chuckles) sure. You got pretty motivated. I’ll grant you that, Dream, I’ll grant you that. You never were a good listener though. Too fucking dumb to realize there was only one way out.

Dream: … (glancing at XD) that wasn’t an out. I didn’t want—I was afraid to die. I still am.

Quackity: (brightly) Great! Glad to know you’ll be pissing yourself when I cut your goddamn head off.

Dream: Sure.

Sam: Well, I’d pick the hour we arrested you. I’d relive that again.

Dream: That’s your pinnacle? Really? Kinda sad, Sam. You’re a loser, anyone ever tell you that?

Sam: quiet, Dream. And you still say you were a good prisoner!

Dream: I never said that. And I’m not a prisoner now, am I?

Quackity: really, Dream, really? you think you’re not? Where’s the door, then, if you’re not a prisoner?

Dream: …That’s true. I mean I’m not your prisoner, then.

Sam: (with grim intensity) You are. You always will be. You’re my responsibility, Dream.

Dream: …

Quackity: Face it, asshole. You’re in denial. You’re gonna get what’s coming to you.

Dream: (quietly) and what’s coming to you?

Quackity: You tell me, Dream! You tell me. You’re the one with the whole zen fucking honesty thing now!

Dream: …haven’t decided.

Quackity: “Haven’t decided.” You hear this guy, Sam? You hear this, huh? Here’s some honesty: can’t believe I was ever fucking scared of you, man. This is just pathetic. How’s that feel?

(Dream coughs and rubs his mouth.)

Dream: I have bigger—bigger issues. Other things to think about. Bigger fish to fry than you.

Quackity: oh, sure you do. I’m sure you do.

(A silence. Quackity taps the shears against his teeth.)

Quackity: … man, now what could I relive. So many good memories, huh, Dream? What was your favorite?

Dream: …

Quackity: (sweetly) oh, are we suddenly not in the mood for therapy? DreamXD might not like you holding back, buddy. It’s important to feel your feelings, remember?

Dream: (stiffly) I don’t—I don’t have to answer anything you say. Only what DreamXD asks.

Quackity: How about that first day? That was a good one. The way you screamed. And you actually thought Sam was gonna help you! Funny as shit.

Dream: …

Quackity: still nothing to share with the class? Okay, that’s fine, Dream, that’s just fine! I can reminisce for both of us. First day I brought in a lava bucket? You were crying before I even fucking touched you. No?

Dream: (clears his throat) I don’t even remember.

Quackity: Right. Of course.

Dream: …so that’s your answer?

Quackity: Nah. Actually I’ve decided I won’t fucking answer. For a change.

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