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Mortal Kombat Legends: Dreamrealm's Despot

(this is a prequel/sequel to the ending of Requiem Mirror and the ending of Blood Bound, so anyone who read those two would know wtf is happening)

Five months ago, Tremor, the former Black Dragon member has started packing his things. On the way out of the Special Forces base, he met Nico, also known as Red Robin, who seemed happy as usual.

ROBIN: Hey, Rocky Road. What's up?

Tremor's raspy and gravely voice slightly cracks, as he is spooked

TREMOR: Oh! Hello, Nico. I was just packing my things and leaving.

ROBIN: Why? Did Sonya say so?

TREMOR: No, nothing like that. I... have been meaning to leave for a while now, in order to find a place I've heard about once.

ROBIN: Ah, that's fine. What place is it?

TREMOR: A place called the Dreamrealm. I wish to find it as a last step before retirement.

ROBIN: Well, I completely understand. Have fun.

TREMOR: I will. See you around, Nico.

He says as he waves, walking out the door, as he turns, he look away from his friend. The earth bender has walked for many days, following a map he had kept ever since his days in the Black Dragon clan. It took him through a desert, kilometers away from any nearby civilization… As Mr Mineral walked through the desert, the heat was starting to get to his head the more hours passed by. Before he collapsed on the ground from the heat, he came across a cave. Entering said cave, he noticed the thorny vines that grew around the interior. With a sense of confusion, he ventured deeper into the cave, he noticed a strange structure with a strange blue light illuminating in its center, like a miniature star. Tremor stepped closer to it and before he touched it, he got flashbacks to every major moment in his life: from the death of loved one’s, to doing heinous things while in theThe hooded figure looks at geokinetic, unveiling themselves to be a young woman. She seems to be no older than 26, and she has a scar under her eye. She looks at Tremor, as if she saw him for the first time in ages. And as for the child, she held on to her mother's hand, woundering why she's looking at Tremor like that.

WOMAN: Hello? Do I know you from somewhere?

She asked. Tremor shakes his head, and she gives a light "hmph".

WOMAN: You seem lost, stranger.

TREMOR: I... could say I am. I need to find the way to the Dreamrealm.

WOMAN: Well, you don't have to look anymore, you found it.

Tremor looked up at the woman, and looked at the child. The young girl held on to her mother's robes.

TREMOR: I suppose I should thank you.

WOMAN: You don’t need to. Can I have your name?

Tremor looked down, as he does not recall his real name, only his title from the Black Dragon.

TREMOR: Tremor.

he said, and the woman responded with a light-hearted smile.

RHEA: Right... Damn, you look familiar. Anyway, I'm Rhea, and this is my daughter, Hera.

HERA: Hewlo.

Tremor looked at the little girl, as she was looking at him, with curiosity in her eyes. He waved to her squatting down, removing his mask and showing a big smile.

TREMOR: You have a wonderful daughter, Rhea. I had a daughter once. She passed, along with my wife.

He said, looking away.

RHEA: Oh, I'm sorry for your loss.

TREMOR: Do not fret, it was my fault. Anyway, could you escort me to someone who could help me with my mental scars and trauma?

The woman looked at Mr Mineral with slight confusion, but then remembered something, as a lightbulb appeared over her head.

RHEA: I got it!

She said, waving the lightbulb away.

RHEA: I know someone who can help you. They helped me and my daughter get through great pains. Come with me.

She said, as she took her daughter and put her on her back, leading Tremor through the slow moving streets to a large building north from where they are. After a few minutes of walking and band members playing calming music on the side of the streets, they make it to a castle of sorts, where Rhea knocks on three times, as the doors magically open by themselves. The three enter, and notice a man dressed in a white and yellow gown and having odd hair, completely contrasting from the rest of the mostly black and blue aesthetic of the realm, making some sort of powder or potion.

RHEA: Oi, Sandy, how's it brewing?

The man turns around, noticing the three.

SANDMAN: Hm? Oh! Hello, Rhea.

Said the Sandman, stepping down from his workbench. Tremor would look at him in total awe, never seeing anything like it.

SANDMAN: I see you have brought a friend. Allow me to introduce myself to you, stranger. I am the Sandman, good friends call me Sandy.

TREMOR: The pleasure is all mine, sir.

The sandman looked at the man in the dark brown cloak and immediately recognized his voice, and the name.

SANDMAN: You must be Tremor. I've heard a lot about you. You haven't been naughty as of late, have you?

Tremor looked confused and a bit shocked, while the Sandman laughed his ass off.

SANDMAN: Oh, don't worry, Tremor, I'm the sandman, not Santa Claus.

He said, trying to keep a straight face, but failing. He then cleared his throat.

SANDMAN: Anyways, *ahem*, welcome to my home slash workshop, where I do most of my work and when I'm not, I help people with severe anxiety and mental scars rehabilitate. What can I do you for?

He asked. Tremor looked at him, and told the man of his issues.

TREMOR: Well, for quite a few months now, I've been having nightmares of past experiences.

SANDMAN: Right... Rhea? Hera? Could you leave us for a few minutes?

The woman and the girl nod, and leave the room. Tremor would then tell him about his nightmares, and the Sandman would listen to his story.

TREMOR: After the death of my loved ones, I joined the Black Dragon clan, a group of ruthless criminals shortly after this, because their leader Kano stated that if I join him, he could help me with getting them back. I had nothing left to lose, so naturally, I accepted. The longer time I spent in Outworld, the more my body changed, and sooner or later, I forgot my actual name. All I knew was to live and fight for him. So once this man named Smoke gave me a beating of a lifetime, he changed me and my perspective on the world. I joined the Special Forces for a while, and after several months, I wanted to leave. So I went on a journey to find Dreamrealm and... now we're here.

The Sandman, listening to his story while sitting in a therapist chair, writes notes down.

SANDMAN: Right. I am terribly sorry for what happened in your past, but sometimes, you only have to keep going forward. Yes, the past can hurt, but when that wound hurts, you can do one of two things.

The sandman puts the papers down and gets up, as he stands tall, and he walks towards the window, showing the landscape of Dreamrealm.

SANDMAN: You can either tamper with it to make it worse, or you can let someone help you with it. Because only with time and the right people, can a wound truly heal.

Tremor looks at the man in his face with heavy eyes.

TREMOR: A sound logic, Rafiki.

SANDMAN: You're welcome, Simba. Now then... let me show you my workshop.

The sandman turns the wall into a corridor, showing a large room with machines and brightly colored lights sliding down tubes. Tremor looks around, confused but intrigued at what he is seeing.

TREMOR: Interesting. But also.. What is it that I'm looking at?

SANDMAN: This is my workshop, where I make dreams for everyone in the realms. Well, I'd happily explain it to you with a song, but then I'd be risking a copyright strike, plus it would be hard to picture because this is a written medium.

He said, turning to Tremor, who is as oblivious as Nico was in the last chapter. But to prove a point, think this picture

SANDMAN: Look, point I’m tryin’ to make is: emotions + past experiences = dreams. And sometimes I add in a little element of surprise to the concoction, which is why dreams sometimes show you things that haven’t happened yet. And when they do, you get some of that “deja vu”.

The mineral man looks back at the sandman, looking less oblivious and more interested.

SANDMAN: But let's not get too off–topic.

Sandman opens a door to his right, which goes outside with several feet out into the air. Tremor looks through, then the song by the Chordettes looks out, closing the door.

SANDMAN: Whoops, hehe, wrong door.

He then opens a door next to the one he just opened, revealing a room that appears as some sort of Edo period style house. Tremor would sit down, while the sandman took a kettle and teacups. He then turns to Tremor, asking him a question.

SANDMAN: Tea or coffee?

TREMOR: Tea, please.

The sandman turns back to rocky road, tossing the kettle perfectly in the air to pour just enough tea for both of them, catching it before it hits the ground. He then serves the tea to Tremor.

SANDMAN: I’m glad you chose tea, because I made the tea before asking and the last time I did that, the person I offered it to never spoke to me again.

Tremor would remove his mask, and would start sipping the tea. The sandman as he sips his tea, eyes the mineral man.

SANDMAN: Look, Tremor, to put it lightly, I’m kind of like a king or ruler or guardian of this realm. When someone has a problem, they turn to me, and I solve it.

Tremor would put his tea down, tilting his head and squinting his eyes.

TREMOR: Your point being?

SANDMAN: Rhea brought you here with a reason, and that reason being you got more than one problem in your life. Your body is as still as a mountain, yet your soul is cracked. I intend to balance that out with the time you have here.

Tremor looked at the Sandman, finishing his tea and very gently placing it down.

TREMOR: Where do we begin, sir?

Sandman refills Tremor’s cup, putting the kettle aside.

SANDMAN: Finish that cup, and follow me.

Tremor finished his tea, and got up to follow the man in yellow. They went to the door on the left, which previously went nowhere, but now entered what looked like a traditional Japanese house. Tremor entered, looking confused as hell. His speech reflected his expression.

TREMOR: What the actual shit?

SANDMAN: I know right? Oh and also…

The sandman spun his fingers, and the door behind them slammed shut.

SANDMAN: Tone it down on the language.

He moved around some of the chairs and other stuff that was in the way.

SANDMAN: Here, your training begins. Well, mental training at least.

Tremor bows, and they begin. First few days went smoothly, with Tremor doing certain tasks, and showing great progress of staying still and calm under great stress, but there still was stress, as was shown in his eyes. Sandman noticed this, and approached him.

SANDMAN: Something wrong, babygirl?

Tremor turned around, looking quite stressed.

TREMOR: No, I mean yes, but… What did you just call me?

SANDMAN: Nothing, the point is, there’s something in your eyes, and it's not pretty.

TREMOR: What do you see?

SANDMAN: Well, firstly, myself. Secondly, it’s sadness, stress, fear.

TREMOR: I’m fine, man.

SANDMAN: You sure? Because denial is only the first stage of grief.

The mineral man takes a deep breath and looks at him, poking his breats.

TREMOR: Look, I’m fine, alright? I just need something to punch, sometimes.

Mr Sandman thinks for a second, and then looks at Mineral man.

SANDMAN: Why don’t you punch me?

Tremor chuckles, hearing Sandman say this.

TREMOR: You? The man who has been giving me free therapy for days now? The man who’s dressed in a nightgown and cap?

Sandman listens to Tremor’s both nice and not nice comment, as he changes his outfit with a snap of the finger, going from looking like Scrooge McDuck to looking like Little Mac. He takes a stance and looks at Tremor.

SANDMAN: Put 'em up, bitch boy.

Tremor looked at his stance, sighing and taking his MK X idle stance. He goes to punch Sandman, but he sidesteps, barely dodging his fist. Tremor looked at him, quickly getting his stance back up. His veins felt like they were burning, as he went in for another punch, which was stopped with a block. Tremor kept swinging and Sandman kept dodging, which fueled something in Tremor’s heart. After the tenth dodge, Sandy finally decided to do something productive by punching Tremor in the side, filling him with anger. His hands ignite with fire, which he doesn’t notice, but Sandman does.

SANDMAN: Uh, dude, your hand–

Before he could finish his sentence, Tremor decked him in the face, after which the whole room was heated. Tremor quickly notices, and tries to calm down, which extinguished the fire and cooled the room. He lended Sandman a hand feeling terrible for what he just did.

TREMOR: I am so sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to do… What did I just do?

SANDMAN: No need to apologize, I was being a douchebag.

As the sandman took Tremor’s hand and got up, he burnt himself on his hand, letting out a shout in pain.

SANDMAN: Ah crap, my hand!

Tremor saw this, and looked at his hand, which looked like flowing lava. As he calmed himself down, his hand cooled off.

TREMOR: I am so sorry, sir.

SANDMAN: Ah, don’t sweat it, it’ll heal.

He said, shaking his hand. He then looked at Tremor, who’s hands and face were illuminated by magma, which slowly disappeared.

SANDMAN: Amazing… Not only have your hands changed, but you did too. You look like a flaming hot badass.

TREMOR: What?

He asked, in a much deeper voice. Sandman would make a mirror appear in front of Tremor, showing him his new form.

TREMOR: That's.. Me?

SANDMAN: I suppose exposure to the atmosphere here and releasing all that anger must’ve triggered a change…

Sandman would place his hand on Tremor’s head, reading his mind and seeing it has expanded exponentially.

SANDMAN: …And your mind expanded.

Tremor would tilt his head, looking back at Sandman.

TREMOR: What do you mean, Sandman?

SANDMAN: What I’m saying is, my friend…

Sandman walked up to Rocky Road, wiping some sand off his hood, and putting his hand on Tremor’s shoulder.

SANDMAN: Now, you have balance.

TREMOR: Truly… So does this mean you won't teach me anymore?

The hit song by The Chordettes smiles at Tremor, and gives him a head pat.

SANDMAN: You can come over anytime you like. Whether you need a therapist, or to blow off some steam, you know where to find me. How’s about a hand shake as a goodbye?

He said, extending his hand to Mr Mineral. Tremor, at first denied, but then accepted. Sandman then escorted Tremor back to the entrance. Before Tremor left, he turned back to Sandman.

TREMOR: Where do I go now? I don’t have anywhere to call home anymore.

Sandman thinks for a minute, then asks Tremor to follow him. After a few minutes of walking, the terrific two stand in front of a house. Sandman pushes the doorbell, and Rhea opens the door.

RHEA: What’s up, Sandy?

SANDMAN: Rhea, I would like to introduce you to your malewife, Tremor.

Rhea looked at Tremor’s new design, looking surprised and interested.

RHEA: That’s you, Tremor? Damn, dude, you look menacing as fuck but also kind of hot. Also, did you just say “malewife”?

Sandman stood there, slurping on a slushie he just made.

SANDMAN: You two just look cute together, idk. Buh-bye–

He said, as he disappeared in a cloud of sand. Tremor and Rhea look at eachother and shrug.

RHEA: So uh… Come on in?

TREMOR: Please and thank you.

He says as Rhea opens the door, while Tremor has to squeeze through to get in.

TREMOR: Ooh. Sorry, jus–

RHEA: No, it’s fine, lemme just try an–

TREMOR: Yeah, I’ll just… There.

He said, as he fell on the floor, but did in fact, get in. Rhea giggles.

RHEA: Man, I’m gonna need a bigger door. Hera! Come meet someone!

Hera’s little tippy taps echoed through the hallway, as she walked into the room, and saw Tremor on the floor. She looks at her mother, then points to Tremor.

HERA: Is he going to be my dad now?

Tremor and Rhea look at eachother, and then Rhea looks back at her daughter with a smile.

RHEA: Yes. Yes he is.

Tremor closes his eyes, his hands move up, as if he’s shrugging.

TREMOR: Well, I suppose I have no other choice.

Tremor gets up, and Hera comes over to hug her mother. Rhea looks at Tremor, with one hand holding her child and the other is open, as if she’s offering him a hug. Tremor seems confused.

RHEA: Come on, you big stupid dummy, get in here!

TREMOR: I… suppose.

Tremor enters the hug, and for the first time in a long time, Tremor actually had a feeling of warmth in his heart. His body temperature heated up, just enough to give a warm hug to the two. And for the next month or so, Tremor has lived with them for some time now, and every so often, he visits the Sandman to get therapy or to blow off steam. Tremor has treated Hera as if she were his own child, and Rhea as a wife. Eventually, He discovered other abilities, courtesy of Sandman. Soon enough with this ability, he visited a former colleague and an old friend.

Credits. Play.

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