THIS IS A PART TWO OF MY OTHER STORY 'Remember ~Dreamnoblade~'
Abandoned story and account. End Genocide and War, I don't care what all a country or territory has done, civilians should never be slaughtered as a reaction.
The cover art is not mine...
~would Techno and Dream have ever gotten together without Dream loosing his memory? No. Their rivalry and strong stances in general life would have prevented them from ever getting together, even if there were feelings. But, with those things removed on the part of Dream, he was able to fall without preconceived notions. Techno, with the distraction of getting Dream's memory back, was able to put his qualms and morals aside and really realize how deep his feelings went. This is why Techno was more hesitant in this story, that and his non-ability to socialize.
"You seem to know a lot..." If this creatures just going to be in his dreams now, might as well just accept it.
"Still no 'hello'." Dark says from where he sits in the chair he'd climbed over. It seems as though the creature had chosen to not use the door anymore.
"How much time has passed?" Dream asks, ignoring Dark's snarky remarks.
"In what sense? What 'time' are you asking about?" Dark asks, lazily crossing one leg over the other and reclining.
"I don't know, what time do you know?" Dream asks, his arms crossing over his chest.
"Depends how accurate we're talking." Dark says, watching his own, long, fingers do a slow sweeping motion through the air.
"Fine..." Dream says, not satisfied with the answers he was getting. "Real time? How much real time has passed?"
"While you've been in this dream, or how much time 'time' has existed?" Dark says more so than asks.
"Ugh..." Dream groans, rubbing the heels of his palms against his closed eyes.
"You've gotta be more specific, Dreamy. I can't read your mind. At least not anymore..." Dark says, saying the last part much quieter.
Dream glares briefly at the other. "How much real time has passed since the last dream you were in?" He asks.
Dark shrugs. "I'd guess probably enough time for you to have at least two dreams. I say 'at least two' because of how you worded your sentence." He says, seeming to check his nails, even though he had none.
"Great. Lots of help." Dream says, rolling his eyes and looking away from Dark, and over to the window that didn't seem to have a world beyond it.
"You asked, and I answered, so don't get sassy with me, Dreamy." Dark says, sitting more forwards in the chair.
"Why am I always in this bed when you're here?" Dream asks.
After noticing the lack of outside world through the window, he started noticing other things. Things like how it was always in this room, and how he never saw beyond the door because of the way it opened, and that he'd never actually left the bed whenever Dark was 'visiting'.
"Yet another thing I can't answer for you." Dark says.
Why is Dark being so chill this time?
Dream starts to lean forwards, still watching the window.
Along with the realization that he'd never left the bed before, he also felt something saying that he couldn't.
He was willing to test that feeling, though.
So he starts pulling the covers off of his legs and turning his body towards the window.
"Where are you going, Dreamy?" Dark asks, having soundlessly approached the other.
Dream looks up at the sudden appearance of the creature right next to him.
"Nowhere." Dream says, his voice deceiving him. He hasn't wanted to say that. He didn't even know what he wanted to say but before he can think about it too much he's moving back to his place, leaned back against the head board, blankets back over his legs. ~^~
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"I didn't want to be brought here!" Sapnap yells back at the older man who stands in front of him. "Sorry that it's such an inconvenience that I had no say in where I went."
Philza just stands there, seething, fists clenched at his sides.
The two had been talking back and forth for a good thirty minutes now with one occasionally punching and or kicking the other.
Quackity stood somewhere behind Sapnap, not wanting to choose a side, while also clearly choosing the side of his former with a question mark partner.
Jack was stood against a wall, staying, quite literally, on the metaphorical middle line, not choosing any side, just staying out of it completely.
"I thought I told you guys to try and not kill each other." That voice says through the flap in the door.
The people in the holding cell tense at the presence.
"Food for the day." It says in a cheerier voice, sliding vegetables and fruits through the slot. They hit the floor and some of them smash a bit with the impact.
"Have fun, and remember... sharing is caring." It says before slamming the small flap and locking it.
"Are we going to share or is it everyone for themselves?" Jack asks, currently being the furthest from the food.
Phil looks away from the food and returns his glare to Sapnap. "We split it evenly, for the sake of survival."
Sapnap is visibly taken aback by the older's decision.
"If that things is to be taken down we need all the hands we can get." The blonde says, walking over to the food and surveying the damage.
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Chaos. That's the only word Ranboo could find to describe the scramble that was currently happening between the three others in the cell.
He'd thought about joining in, but upon realizing just how cut throat the 'battle' currently was, he's glad he'd decided against it.
