Ray, Leader Of The Kangaroos
Behold the Queen of the Kangaroos. Cower beneath my writing skills, mere human!
Ray, Leader Of The Kangaroos
Behold the Queen of the Kangaroos. Cower beneath my writing skills, mere human!
Behold the Queen of the Kangaroos. Cower beneath my writing skills, mere human!
Behold the Queen of the Kangaroos. Cower beneath my writing skills, mere human!
Victor sighed as he ran a hand down his face "Okay look. I have seen a lot of horror movies. This won't work."
The presence shifted slightly and Victor tensed. He could pretend to be tired of it, but having a presence, supernatural or not, bugged him.
"Jesus Fucking Christ" He said loudly as he got up "Can you stop?"
Something slinked out of the shadows and Victor would've jumped had he not practiced the art of being intimidating.
"Eli?" Victor said before he took a second to consider the situation. He would not point out the fact that he was supposed to be dead. No, because he'd read enough books and seen enough movies to know that that's how cheesy villains launch into their monologues. Now Eli was not a cheesy villain, even though he did kill a lot of people (but so did Victor so he really shouldn't talk), but Victor didn't want to sound like the dumb heroes.
So he took a deep breath and leaned against the stone wall. Why he had decided to hide out in a rich man's (who was out of town) cellar was beyond him. It was a huge mansion, looking a bit haunted at night. That's why he had chosen it. So he could look creepily out the windows and hopefully spread rumors about a vampire haunting the lonely mansion. It wasn't a good idea to get noticed what with EON hot on his tail but he'd always liked a little drama. Besides, it was funny.
He straightened his eyebrows and tried to look bored "Well I sure hope I'm not hallucinating."
Eli tched and crept forward looking just as lazy "I thought you knew better than to blaspheme"
Victor rolled his eyes "Please don't tell me you've crawled out of hell to regale me your religious bullshit. I'm too old for this."
He looked amused, lip quirking up slightly, an eyebrow raised "You believe in hell?"
Victor straightened. This again. 20 years and they hadn't changed. Still the same bickering, as if they aren't pushing each other, as if this isn't a huge power play "You and I both have been there. The earth isn't for you Eli. Every time you've tried you've gone back down, back to where you came from, back to hell." He walked to Eli, hands in pocket slowly circling him as if hes a wolf "I'm an atheist, but even I know you're just trading hell for purgatory."
Eli stiffened and suddenly Victor's world went white. If he was a hallucination he wouldn't have. Victor reached out "You- you aren't a hallucination are you?"
Eli loosened immediately and terrific grin spread across his face, eyes playful and cruel "Guess you'll have to find out!"
Victor lunged and Eli dodged. He whipped his head around and caught sight of Eli jump behind a row of bottles. Victor rushed after him and his fingers nearly caught the end of his shirt before he turned away once again, redoubling back into the open area. Victor stayed behind. That was the worst part. In their little scuffle, not a single thing had been disturbed, nothing to indicate if it was just a hallucination or actually real.
Whoever made the shelves made them very sturdy and Victor wanted to thank them, as he climbed on top of it. He peeked over the top and saw an empty clearing. There was no one.
As he'd expected.
Suddenly a hand grabbed his leg and yanked him down. The shelf wasn't strong enough it seemed, as it went crashing down along with Victor and Eli.
Glass bottles rained down on top of them, the sound going on for the longest time as Victor shielded his head. He felt a piercing pain in his leg along with most of his body and arms. By some miracle he made out with his head intact.
He staggered up after he felt it stop and saw Eli already standing, pulling a large shard of glass out of his ankle which knitted itself back together. There were a hundred pieces sticking out from him, blood trickling everywhere. He wasn't going to heal unless they were out of his body.
Eli jerked a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at him. Victor lunged and the shot fired into a bottle. He tackled him to the ground, pinning his hands down as Eli looked up at him with disgust anger and a little bit of fear. Victor liked the fear. He inched closer. "How" he hissed.
Eli smirked "Sydney. Your little minion betrayed you."
It was certainly confirmation, since no one he knew other than Sydney could raise the dead "Yeah I got that part dipshit." he spat "But why? You were six feet under and in no shape to convince her."
Eli laughed, a beautiful thing but simultaneously scary "Oh I didn't." he grinned a manic grin "But her sister did."
Victor froze for a second and it was all that Eli needed to wrench himself free and punch Victor in the jaw.
He fell to the ground and tried to get up but Eli was already there, foot on his chest and gun to his head "The idiot child revived her mind controlling sister." He leaned in "You should really be careful about the company you choose to keep."
"And you should really respect personal space because you are really fucking close"
Victor jerked his hands and smashed a bottle into Eli's head which threw him to the side.
And then Victor was up, gun pointed at Eli's chest even though he knew he couldn't die "And that's why you shouldn't monolouge."
Before he could pull the trigger, something wrenched his arm back and he fell to the floor. A sharp pain spread from his leg, sharper than the glass, like fire which sent the world spinning for a few seconds. A dart filled with fluid. Haverty's serum.
A female voice with an Italian lilt spoke up "Stand down. I won't ask again."
A figure covered entirely in black vest with a helmet on had twin guns pointed at both of them. On the back of the garment in bold yellow letters was the word 'EON'. Agent Rios. The EO who could travel through walls.
Victor met Eli's eyes and he subtly nodded. 20 years of enmity forms a special kind of bond. The fact they were best friends before that also helped.
Victor twitched his fingers and turned the pain dial up. He could feel the serum already fading away. EON thought they had material to stop Victor's powers. They were severely mistaken.
With a snap of his fingers Rios went down with a cry. Victor felt the pain double back but Eli was already up and fired a bullet towards her head. She rolled away and disappeared. Probably to call reinforcement.
Sure enough they heard footsteps. A lot of them.
Victor rolled his shoulder and got up looking at Eli "I hate to say this but we should run."
"I could just leave you"
"No" Victor corrected him "/I/ could leave /you/. Already did that. Do you really want to go back?"
Eli got a distant look in his eyes before coming back to reality "I will kill you. Someday I will kill you and you will stay dead"
"Yes but we should run now."
And with a tentative alliance formed, they realized that there was no other exit. Oh well, they'd make one.
Characters from the book Vicious and Vengeful by V.E. Schwab. Should definitely check out those books. It's amazing I swear.
Nothing shakes her. It's as if she's a robot, controlled by buttons.
No one ever suspects anything, because shes doesn't let them. A sweet smile and flowing clothes. When she hugs you, you feel warm, never noticing the cold calculated thoughts that had blossomed.
Her eyes are dead. No one sees her stand in front of the mirror and smile, trying to find the perfect balance between too much and too less.
No one notices her observing other people, trying to see how they act and be one of them.
She fits in perfectly.
But her mind never does. And never will.
Alone, she drops the smile, cheek aching from the effort of keeping it up. She sits on the chair and looks out of the window, her mind ebbing and flowing, thoughts clouding in and out.
Why is she this way? No one knows.
Only she does.
She had always been a curious child. She was quiet, observant. So much so, she could mimic a person's behavior perfectly. She never did though. She never needed to.
But she got in trouble one time, and in the heat of the moment, she spouted a lie. And then another one. Then another.
She created a web of lies, for such a small thing.
But it wasn't a problem ever. But then she felt the feeling a lying. The beautiful feeling, when you know you got away with it. Such assurance, your expression is perfect, your voice immaculate, the lie so convincing, even you believe it.
She always did it, after the incident. Small steps, baby steps. She watched how far she could go. No one ever caught her.
That was the first step.
Then she got betrayed. And she hated it. She forgot about it soon. But the it happened again. Then again. And again.
With each one, she learned more and more.
Don't make rash jokes. Don't leak too much. Don't give them a way to bargain. Don't show them what you feel. Don't tell the truth. Lie. Lie.
Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie. LIE.
So she did. She lied.
She took her emotions and tucked it away, in a shell. It had threatened to break free, but never could. She piled more and more, and the shell became a wall, and then-
And then there was nothing left. It withered away.
It all withered away.
She never could feel love. It's all a facade. And she knows it.
But she doesn't care.
And she never will.
Hear! Hear! I am your genie Command me, oh master! I'll fulfill any wishes that could be I could do anything for you, only faster
You say you want the ability to fly? Well your wish is my command! Now you can take the skies Do you have another demand?
No? Then I'll be going, For I have many-a-things to do In the mighty skies you must get rowing Build your own crew!
The genie disappears The master is greedy He takes his arms and flaps his gears Flying totally a-breezy
Alas! The clouds are stormy And the sky is black Sad for him, he wasn't gormy Never noticing what he lacks
He doesn't have a boat Nor a crew, nor a sail Nor does he have a single oar Nothing could bail
The thunder struck low And he was fried But what he did not know Was that the genie always lied
click.
click
click
the buckle adjusts into place and Dream lets his hand fall. He stares into the cracked mirror of his ally's tower and a man covered head to toe in armor stares back.
This is the final day.
This is day his plan will finally come into place. All the little puzzle pieces that he' gathered, dragged, wrenched and begged for will fall together and his goal, he can't believe it, The /Plan/ will come true.
So why did he feel like he lost?
He looks to a table to his rift. A mask lay there, cracks spreading from the center like spider webs. He runs a finger across it's surface. "I am Dream. You put me in hell. I suffered for months on end. Now it is your time to pay."
He closed his eyes. "I am the villain that destroyed your lives. I am the monster that lives under your bed. Believe it. Believe me"
His voice is barely a whisper at the end, carried off with the wind. For no one to hear.
He looks at the mirror again but someone else stares back. It's him, he's ragged, thin and weak. Obsidian dripping purple behind him and tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock of the clock. His reflection stares at him helplessly at him, blood leaking from his mouth. Then he's standing on top of bodies, proud and arrogant and stares at him coldly, a sneer playing at his mouth. Then he's looking ahead, full of determination and anger, head tilted up, a leader.
And finally, /finally/, he's young. The community house is behind him in the sunny day. The trees rustle and the water glitters and laughter and voices come from the house. His reflection smiles softly and Dream's heart aches. Oh, how it aches, like a yawning void, stretching ever wider and consuming it. Where is it? Where is his happy ending?
"Is this what you really want?" His reflection asks, voice coaxing and eyes gentle. Was he really like this once? All he can remember is pain and war, nothing but suffering and cold calculations made on lonely nights. In the prison, he had held on to the fleeting memories of happiness, of warmth, friendship, smiles shared in the dark and hands held tightly together.
But nothing compared to seeing it in front of him. The mere fact that something existed like this in his past, this, /this/ was like a dream. It felt surreal. This is what he is working towards. This is what he'll make come true. They'll be together in the end. The server united. This. /This/. Exactly like this. Like, like-
Like one big happy family.
"You can't" His reflection says. "They'll die, you know they will. They'll all die. Die, hating you."
"Then we'll die together"
His eyes become glassy and a tear leaks. His voice breaks when he speaks, "Don't do it. It's not too late for you."
Dream clenches his fingers. Murky green eyes meet his reflection's grass green one he laughs. Bitter, hating, scornful. Because isn't it ironic? It's too late. From the moment the first spark of steel against the lemon wood, his journey to the end had begun. Could he have stopped it? Was it fated, a cruel prophecy, the moment he became admin, the moment code flew from his fingers to form this server (his home?), hell, from the moment he was born?
"It is always been too late"
His reflection draws back, eyes cold now but he still sees regret in them. Pity, in them. When he looks at Dream, the expression is more familiar. "You disgust me" and then he's looking at himself again.
Another person to hate Dream. Himself.
Punz finds him looking at the mirror after a long time. His only ally (friend?). His voice is confused, even concerned when he speaks "Dream?"
"I'm ready."
Punz purses his lips and nods and turns to walk downstairs, to his position in The Plan, the giant chessboard, where everyone is sacrificed. The pawn looks at him and tries for a smile, "I'll be there. We're finally going to win."
Another pawn looks back and this time, it can't stop itself, "I-Thank you Punz. Thank you. For everything."
This time, the smile is bright an genuine and Dream can't stop the pang in his heart. A giant chessboard, where everybody was hurt. Pieces lay scattered across the board, cracked. Dream stands in it, the lone piece to fulfill the prophecy. His fate.
"You too Dream. We'll do this together." and Punz walks away.
Together. That's what he wants. Together.
A hand reaches out and collects the pieces, being mindful of cracks. It polishes them and gently (oh, so gently) puts them in a box, no lines dividing them. Just...together. Dream watches them from the board. He wants to reach out but he has a move to make.
Just one more, One final one.
And then they can rest (right?).
Dream takes the mask in his hand and the leather feels familiar. His mind goes to the younger him.
/It's not too late for you/
He puts the mask on his face and looks at the mirror for one final time. Two dots stare back and a mocking smile. Is this what he wanted?
He doesn't know the answer.
He picks up his axe and walks out of the door, down the stairs and into the sunlight. A nether portal stands there, the purple whirling and whooshing.
He's ready (is he?).
He takes in the world for the last time. So many memories, good and bad, so many scars. If he closes his eyes, it feels like he's back at the beginning, new and not knowing what to do. Scared.
When he's gone, the server will remain till someone stumbles upon it. Will they destroy it and start anew? Or will they preserve it, a part of history?
He moves his fingers and a rock rises from the ground. He settles and and carves in it with his admin abilities.
'Dream' it says.
'May he be in peace'
He hesitates, but finally etches it into the stone. It will be here forever.
'Together'
He lays the grave on the ground, and the place blooms around it, poppies and lilies and roses, a canvas of colors, a final salute from the server to it's admin.
He gets up and turns to the portal with a lump in his throat and walks his funeral march.
One big family, he thinks.
The portal whooshes and the world around him changes and he's looking at the faces of the people who hate him.
One big family.
(Dream moves across the chessboard and world is blinded. The chessboard cracks and shatters and a hand picks Dream up, cradles him like a mother. It puts him together with the others and finally, they are at rest. Together.)
Time is meaningless where I stay. A dead orchard with rotting branches, yet I am the one who survived. No, not survived, thrived. I lived, I flourished.
But it gets lonely here.
Some days people pass by and pick an apple hanging off my branch. Sometimes they have wary eyes, suspicious of the shining red. Sometimes they are greedy, starving in the world outside this orchard (I don't know what it is. I have never left). They sink their teeth into the fruit and throw the core at me.
When they are done, I give them a gift.
Some people get good things. A present, an extra skill, maybe even a weapon. Some people though, get bad things. Weakness, nausea, a sense of loss and for the worst, never getting what they want. Some people get nothing. On idle days I wonder what happened to them.
Everyone who comes in, gets the option of eating the apple or not eating it.
But all of them, have chose to eat it.
Every single one.
People are entertaining. They are complex things, like a puzzle that rarely anyone appreciates. Few people can see them for their true form much less solve them.
No matter.
I, can solve them.
People come and go, but their memories live in me. Their qualities, personalities, flaws, everything is laid bare for me to see, unbeknownst to them.
I would never admit it, but I am glad of my gift.
The first time it happened, was when a small boy visited me in my growing stage. He had large green eyes, huge, filled with stars and galaxies. He was a beautiful thing, innocent and a heart that beat loudly. Alive.
One his cheeks though, were marks. Hand prints. A painful past, but he didn't stop loving.
That day I learned about love.
I didn't know I had this gift till the other trees passed stories around and I realized that I was different.
Next came a man with his lover beside him. His chest had a gaping hole. Her head a yawning blackness. But threads of gold stitched them up constantly.
That day I learned about healing.
A woman came next. A determined face, but her hands where shaking around a bow. Black tears ran down her cheeks and tendrils of black crawled near the edges.
That day I learned about loss.
A man in black came next. His eyes where focused and jaw set even as his feet were bound in chains.
That day I learned about persistence.
A boy came a while after. Blood poured from his mouth which were curled in a smirk. A white mask covered his face with two dots and a smile.
That day I learned about hiding.
People came and went. They picked the apple and ate it. They came and went. But all of them ate the fruit and gained something, or lost something. But in the end they left.
A boy came today. Hair black and falling into his face, his face a stone, lacking emotions. Lacking anything at all.
He barely looked human.
It threw me off.
My gift had not failed. Ever.
So why is it happening now?
But I still asked him the question. The same question that a million people answered, but all their answers were the same.
"A red juicy apple hangs from the branch. Do you want to eat it?"
The boy said yes.
He plucked it and looked at the shining red surface, void of emotions. Just a ringing silence. As if he were...dead. (dead?)
Then suddenly, the apple changed shape, it twisted and grew, molding into a face.
The boy's face.
'My face' He whispered, voice giving nothing away.
The apple molded into the boy's head, opened it's mouth. I couldn't tear my gaze away.
'The truth. Do you remebe-'
/Crunch/.
He bit into the apple, silencing it while blood poured out. Bones crunched and brain matter leaked from his mouth. He did not care. He just ate on.
One bite. Two bites. Three. A thousand.
It didn't matter because when he was done it looked as if nothing had happened. The face looked the same from when he had come here, the same when he turned around and walked away.
But I kept staring, till he was just a dot in the distance.
That day, I learned about apathy.
Silent and unnoticed the girl crawls around In the dark alley at night, where shadows lie She sneaks and steals and kidnaps and bounds She rules the kingdom that is my mind
My mind, where happy people pass, Smiling faces but blank eyes Lavish houses and lawns with vibrant grass Never noticing when one of them dies
She snatches them from where they preen going about their merry day She slits their throat, so quick and clean Never stays to watch the blood pour away
The demon, the dark lady, the queen, A wraith, a beauty disguised She picks them out, so quiet, unseen No one noticed her rise
Her oppression, her hate, her cruelty Her subjects, her creators, all of them dead My mind withers like an unwatered lily She dies ruling the wasteland covered in red
'Hello Punz' He shakes the hand of his dumbfounded ally 'Long time no see?'
'I-what?' He says. Dream just smiles and turns towards the other people just staring at him.
'Dream?' A voice says.
'Bad! Hey man! Nice banquet you've arranged. The decorations too red for my liking, but the yellow balances it out.'
Bad tries to speak but no sound comes out. Sam charges forward with a sword in his hand, about to attack him. Bad stops him.
'What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in prison' Bad says, voice an octave higher than usual. It confuses Dream.
'Well, I'm not, am I? Anyway, want a lemonade?'
'WHaT?' Bad nearly screams.
Dream doesn't understand. He only wants to help people out. He shrugs and turns towards a jukebox and feels the stare of the people at his back. He plays a music disc. He thinks it's a nice tune, but a glass shatters as a boy collapses screaming.
'This is not happening. This is absolutely not happening. Tell me I'm dreaming. What the fuck.' The boy, Tommy, screams. He rocks back and forth on his heels, hands clasped tightly over his ears.
Ranboo, one of his best friend, bends down and rubs his back. He looks at Dream accusingly. 'Look at what you've done! Have you no taste in music? Fiend!'
'Oh! sorry! I'll change it right away', Guilty, Dream removes PigStep and puts Mellohi on. Now that's a nicer vibe.
Tommy screams louder and Dream becomes more confused. 'You're supposed to be in Prison! You- you manipulated me! Sam! How is he out! And why is there blood on his clothes?!'
He screams again and another glass bottle shatters. Ranboo looks as if he's trying not to laugh. Dream doesn't understand why.
'Oh! That's because Quackity tortured me. In fact, I believe he's right there, with Technoblade and an alien guy' Dream answers, hoping it stops Tommy screaming. Maybe, Dream suddenly realizes, it's the obnoxious orange of his prison jumpsuit.
He hears a distant crash and a groan. That would be Quackity, Dream vaguely thinks while cleaning a wine glass with a piece of clean white cloth.
'Well Dream, seems like you caught me' a drawling, monotone voice announces. Technoblade.
'The barking gave it away' Dream says idly.
A high pitched voice squeaks, 'Barking?'
Just as he says that, wolves come pouring in, by the hundreds. They shove and push, a mass of just white fur.
Someone screams (something along the lines of, 'Fuck we're going to die, aren't we?'), red vines writhe around caught in fire, a sentient red egg pulses and Dream cleans the wine glass. He is vaguely aware of fireworks going off, swords clashing and people fighting.
'Retreat! Go, go, go!'
'Get 'em my hounds of war! Anonymous69! Come back here!'
'What the fuck is going on! Is someone going to fucking expla- AHHHHH!'
A wet something nudges his leg and Dream looks down. It's a wolf pup. 'Hi dog. Want some lemonade?'
It yips, so Dream pours lemonade in a plate and settles it on the floor. The wolf wags it's tail and laps it up. Dream pets it, 'Good puppy.'
Days later, people are lying in their bed, trying to think if this was a joke that the universe played on them or just a hallucination.
They will never find out.
I open the cupboard door wide Looky looky at what's inside,
Is it the darkest and murderous of thoughts? In a heavy, never to be opened box?
Or is it a sweater, maybe a handmade cover? Gifted by a sweet but long dead lover?
Perhaps it's a place where you sit all day long? Thinking about why you're right and why he's wrong?
Or is it a skeleton that you find in there? Covered in cobwebs, a dead man's lair?
What's inside varies widely for the people that seek But it's strange for me for it's totally unique
So when I open my cupboard door wide I find a room clean and white, such a disguise
Day 1-
I've finally got my ship ready! I promised myself I would start a captain's log once I fixed this beauty. The engine just needs a little polishing and it will be good to go. I'll ask Bo and Sul to do it. Probably. Everyone is too excited and it would be a matter of time before G and Scar messes something up. They always do that. What nincompoops.
Day 2-
We set sail today! Scar fell down the ship. G pushed him (obviously). G also messed up the engine (I had called it) but it's fine now.
We named the ship! It's called Floatie. Or Floatie Boatie. I don't know. It sounds funny. Fibi for short. I like it.
I imagine us being in the history books and all the kids trying not to laugh at a ship named Floatie Boatie. It's going to be amazing.
Day 3-
Bo got burned. It is going to be okay though. The boilers had faulty metal so Scar overlayed it with copper and then thick birch wood. It's fine.
Sul knitted carpet. G took a long bath and then helped Sul make the carpet. G can knit pretty good. We ate fruits with Bo lying in bed. It was peaceful.
Day 5-
G is sick. There are red spots in his back. 2 exactly, right at the end of the shoulder blades. He is laying in bed moaning and groaning from pain. Bo is comforting him but I can't hear it. It sends the shivers and chills down your spine.
I don't know what to do.
Day 10-
There is something moving underneath his skin. We think it's a parasite. G wants to die. He's pleading. I can't do this.
Day 15-
It's wings! They are very rare among humans and we are so happy. They are like a parrot's, red, yellow, green and blue, exactly in that order.
We like to run our hands along them sometimes. Especially Bo. It's very soft.
Fibi is doing exceptionally well. The wind is very pleasant. Scar likes to climb up the mast and scream profanities like in the pirate movies. He almost fell down once.
Day 17-
Today, G flew.
It was beautiful. He looked so happy. The wind was fast. He climbed on to the mast and flew around the ship.
We whooped and clapped. The engine is okay, but the birch is cracking. We need to more wood. We are searching for land now.
Day 20-
G took the lightest member on the fly (It was Bo). Scar whined for an hour so G took him to fly too. It started raining so he didn't take us.
Day 25-
It's raining heavily. There is a hole in the deck thanks to Sul and G. We need to find land. Now.
Day 30-
It's been a month. The attempts at covering the hole has promptly failed. We need sturdier wood. Dark oak if we can get it, but not birch. Birch did not work. We are far from our starting land so going back is out of the option.
The spyglass can only see so far.
I wish I had prepared better.
Day 33-
G is going to scout for land. The rain has tore through the deck and it's flooding. We are trying our best to cover it up and prevent the red stone being washed away. Bo fought with G against going to scout. He's worried. We all are. The rain is faster and the water is fierce.
I'm scared
Day 34-
G is missing. He told us he would be back yesterday. Sul and I fought against Scar and Bo. They insisted they go to rescue G. I don't want to loose all of them.
I relented and they are leaving in a boat. I'm scared
Day 36-
They are back. G is nearly dead from hypothermia and infected cuts. Bo is not leaving his bedside.
They've found oak wood and are fixing the deck. Sul made hot food for us. He tried to cheer us all up but the atmosphere is grim.
Day 38-
G woke up today. I'm so happy. Bo is in practically skipping around. He has the biggest grin I've seen.
Sul made hot meal for us and we laughed and shared stories. It was a good day.
Day 40-
We found luminescent squids today.
It was beautiful. We watched them at night. The breeze was cool and pleasant. Scar called them glow squids. They danced around and the light was something out of this world. Soft blue. It was a peaceful night.
Day 43-
Scar fell from the mast and broke his ankle. It was a clean break and could be easily fixed but G flew him around the ship to cheer them up. I have such good friends.
Day 45-
Bo and Sul jump scared me today. They were under the bed and tackled me. G and Scar ran into my room and jumped into my bed tackling all of us. We laughed and they chased me around the room.
It was my birthday.
Day 50-
Wow. I can't believe it's already been 50 days. I miss land, but the sea is better.
Day 53-
Our supplies are dwindling and we are searching for civilization. We aren't in hurry though. A little rationing and we'll be near land soon enough.
Day 55-
I discovered a hole in Fibi during checkups. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Half the food is soiled and no amount of fishing is producing food.
They are trying to console me. It won't work. It's my fault.
Day 57-
We are tired and sick. Scar and Bo are constantly on the lookout for land. G is laying in bed. Sul is retreating to the engine to fix 'something'. That's his excuse but I can see his haggard looks and hollow cheekbones.
Day 58-
We spotted a ship! Hopefully they'll help us. Bo is calling me. I need to go.
Day 60-
Help. Whoever gets this. Please.
Day 66-
We survived.
They attacked us. Cannons blew a mast off. They also blew a hole in our ship. Ravagers almost killed us all. Huge monsters, as big as elephants with thick skin.
G saved us, after Bo went down unconscious. Sul aided us while I watched helpless. G distracted them, while Sul shot them down one by one.
When they all died, we went to the ship to investigate. The human crew was mangled and dead. They were dead for a long time and we deducted that the ravagers were controlling the ship. I vomited. Sul thinks it was an experiment gone wrong. We pillaged the food and rowed away from the haunted ship as quick as possible.
Day 68-
Bo had hidden the severity of his injuries. He's dying.
Day 70-
Bo is dead. G hasn't come out of Bo's room the entire day. He's grieving terribly.
I couldn't save him.
Day 75-
A storm hit. G looked like death. But we stopped Fibi from capsizing.
Day 77-
Scar and G fought. They cried afterwards, holding each other.
Day 80-
Something attacked the ship. A huge monster. We were loosing but G distracted it. A Kraken, Scar had said, the most feared monster of the sea. A myth to most.
The myth attacked us.
G distracted it from Fibi, just like he had done with the Ravagers. He killed the myth.
But this time, he was dragged down with it.
Day 81-
Sul found his body, the vibrant, now bloodstained feathers floated in the sea. Scar sobbed over him. A piece of leather was clasped in his dead fingers.
He requested us to burn him and Bo together.
The fact that he'd been planning to die made us sob even harder.
Day 82-
They look so peaceful, laying together, side by side. We burn them and scatter their ashes across the sea.
I hope they are happy wherever they are now.
Day 85-
We don't eat for days. The supplies are dwindling and we need to find land. But no one wants to move. The loss weighs us down.
Day 87-
We eat, little by little. The sun is bright and the wind is pleasant and I hate it. It feels wrong, as if the world is mocking us for our loss.
I think I'm loosing myself.
Day 90-
There is something wrong with the engine. It's overheating. Sul inspected it and told me that something is inside it. I told him not to touch it.
Day 92-
The birch is cracking. Scar is covering it up with an alloy of iron and copper. He put some loops of wood around it to hold it together.
Day 95-
The birch has cracked and broken. We have got no more copper. The mess is held together by sheer will.
Day 97-
Sul, against my orders tried to pull the thing out. It exploded and a piece of metal went straight through his heart.
We burned and honored him. Scar locked himself up and I cried.
Only we are left. All alone.
Day 99-
Scar didn't come out even today. I went in to his room.
I found his emaciated body. I cried over him and the world cried with me.
I burned him.
I had lost everyone.
Day 100-
It's been so long since I set upon this journey.
I am in my room and fire is raging over me. Lightning had struck and I did nothing to stop it.
I will put you in a bottle now and leave you to find land. I will now go outside and watch my ship burn.
Fibi.
I will die with it. I will die with a bang.
May history remember us. What we found what we lost. What it started with and with it ended with.
This has been Captain Pearl. Over and Out.
Pearl stands on the deck, majestic, a leader. The fire illuminates her brave face. It rages on and even as the fire catches her, she stands, fearless.
A tear rolls down her cheek. Bo, G, Sul, Scar, Fibi. And now her.
They'll be together now. They'll go on all the voyages, all the adventures, laughing and dancing. But best of all together.
The world watches her burn.
And she watches back.
Every now and then, it seemed like he opened his mouth and two voices came out.
'I want to see WHITE FLAGS! WHITE FLAGS OUTSIDE YOUR BASE, AT DAWN OR YOU'RE /DEAD/!' He stilled, the last word ringing around the burning expanse, their hateful faces glaring at him.
He turned around, his heart beating a little faster, his ears ringing a little louder, and he strode away, his friends following him. 'Dream?' Sapnap's concerned voice called after him.
He slowed down, clenching his fingers to stop them shaking, 'Go ahead, I'll catch up in a minute. I need to do something'
A concerned look and a pat on the back later, Dream watched them go, turn and disappear into the woods.
He collapsed, kneeling and clutching his head. He shook an shook, trying to block out the world.
At dawn, or you're dead.
Or you're dead
Dead.
Dead?
'I don't give a /fuck/ about Spirit. I don't give a fuck about anything actually! I care about your discs'
Rage and wrath and power. A thing to be feared, to be worshiped. He felt powerful
'I care more about your discs than you do! That's the only thing I care about actually!'
Allies, friends, lovers. Attachments. Cut them all. Snip, snip, snip. Cut them all. No one with him. No one to hold him down. No one for them to control. He's free.
'Because that's what gives me power over /you/ and your /friends/. So do it. Burn Spirit.'
Eyes wide and a grin even wider. Sharp blade and a sharper axe.
'I. Don't. /Care./'
Later that day, he'd curled up in his bed and cried. Silent tears that no one would hear. Because no one cares.
That's what he wanted right?
Right?
'Hey Tommy, why don't you put your things in a hole?'
A filthy face, looking at him with obedience and fear. A quiet voice. Drained of free will. A will to fight. 'Yes Dream.'
He'd felt powerful, his fingers twitching, pulling strings and watching the little boy dance along. He'd looked at the same fingers, days later, hunting for Tommy.
Was it really him? The same person who'd laughed with Tommy, who'd played with Tommy, shared mischievous smile promising all sorts of pranks.
Is he still himself? How much has he lost? How much will he still loose?
He didn't know the answer.
/Kill him. Kill them all/
Voices. He didn't know if it was his or someone else's. He didn't particularly care.
Blood dripped from the chest. The wood soaking them in. A dead cat lay there, it's body broken.
'This is what happens when you love something Dream'
He looked at the boy. The same boy he'd tormented.
Is it karma? He doesn't know.
But he kills him. He kills them all.
The world burns around him.
Corpses litter the ground. Their lifeless eyes staring up, their bodies covered in red vines. Dead.
Even the most powerful failed. The blood god, his ally
('That's not healthy Dream. I suggest you see a psychologist.'
'Missed your daily update on wattpad Dream?'
'Of course I came! I repay my favors'
Techno looked at him and gave him the sword, the unspoken 'be safe' hung in the air.)
Lured in when the angel's life hung on the line. Dead.
Sapnap, holding hands with Karl and Quackity. His tormentor.
('Definitely Not Penis? You're and Idiot' Sapnap laughed and Dream laughed with him
'Pop off!' Karl's excited eyes as they sang horribly off-key
'Miss me Dream?' Quackity laughed, eyes sparkling as Dream clapped his back, laughing along with him. 'Miss me Dream?' Quackity laughed, eyes sparkling as Dream cowered and Quackity swung)
Died together. Never giving up. But at the end of the day, Dead.
Punz ('I'll always stick by you' and he did. Till he died.)
George ('You're and idiot.' fond words and sweet laughs), Puffy ('You're a little duckling!' so excited and loving.) Wilbur ('I want to be your vassal' sharp mind 'My hero' and a sharper tongue) and so many more whose name he doesn't even know. Dead.
Ranboo, Tubbo and a baby Piglin. They curled around him protectively, but it didn't matter. Dead.
All of them. Dead.
Tommy, the boy who fought and kept fighting till his last breathe. Broken. His hollow blue eyes stared at the sky. Even the strongest of wills.
Dead.
The god floated in the air. Ethereal, glowing with power of death and destruction.
Dream stood on top of a mound. The grass is green, deceitfully so. The wind blew his hair.
This was peace.
God opened it's mouth but it was Dream's voice that spoke, 'Will you Join them?'
He was alone in this world. He was God. And God was him.
God had always been him.
He had always been God.
'I will'
The world collapses as it's master succumbs to death. He joins them.