The Jail for the Dreamon

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Dream paced the room in a jail, no sounds, just movement. He had Sam build this entire jail just for him. He knew he wasn't safe. That this Dreamon was still inside of him. This demon using him as a vessel for terrible things.

Tubbo and Fundy had performed an exorcism months ago, but the demon was still there. And it had grown into power. Able to control Dream whenever it wished.

But it was too good at staying hidden. Dream never knew what it did in control. He only knew what the Dreamon caused because of the things he'd heard around L'Manburg.

Like how it somehow convinced Tubbo to exile Tommy. How Eret became king. How SapNap and George aren't on his side anymore.

All because of this Dreamon that controlled him for most of his waking hours.

"I need a prison. An inescapable one," he had told Sam.

"Why?" Sam had asked.

"Doesn't matter. Just do it," Dream had replied.

It had been finished two days ago. And Dream hadn't been seen since to anyone on the outside.

It's for everyone's own good, Dream would tell himself when he was tempted to escape. I can't hurt anyone in here.


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