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.