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✧☆You've Gotta Be Sheeping Me☆✧

Summary:
Dream dies and experiences the afterlife. It's not entirely what he imagined. Oh, did I mention he doesn't have his memories? Join him as he discovers what is, the afterlife.

Also he's a ghost sheep cuz why not

Notes:
Heyyyy

Enjoy this piece of work I hope comes out like I intended it to

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Work Text:

Death wasn't exactly what Dream expected. He imagined it would be cold and dreary. Definitely not the warmth and, ironically, life he got. Was that sheep he heard?

Maybe.

It should've been surprising, but so far his expectations have already been blown through the roof. Like the warmth currently surrounding him. The soft bleats floating through the air. The gentle breeze rolling along his hair. The hair he had shifted to somewhere unfamiliar. The feeling of sharp, stiff grass poking into his sides.

Hang on.

Dream decided enough was enough and snapped his eyes open, only to immediately close them again with a groan.

That wasn't a groan.

Dream tried again, adjusting to the blinding light. He saw the swaying oak trees. The wispy clouds on their adventures. The half eaten grass around him. Dream looked at everything he could, delaying the inevitable. He didn't think he could handle it right now. Oh there's the sheep. They didn't seem all that bothered considering how close they are right now. They were crowding him!

He feared the answer, but looked down regardless.

He bleated in panic! No wait, he shouldn't make that sound! Dream saw the blocky hooves, curly green wool, a snout protruding from his face. Dream was at a loss for words.

In more than one way he supposed.

Dream got up on shaky limbs and hobbled his way to the nearest reflective surface he could find.

A lake.

The lake's clear surface rippled from a passing breeze, gifting the lake with colorful leaves it collected on its journey. Dream got a weird sense of ever increasing deja vu the longer he stared at his reflection. What... What was he forgetting? It was right on the tip of his tongue. Any minute now...

Yea no, that wasn't happening. Okay so we'll go through what we do know, let's see.

Dream tensed. He didn't know his entourage of sheep tensed right after, nor how they looked anxiously around. All he knew was nothing but this field of beautiful scenery. That concerned him. Shouldn't he know more? Why else would he get this strange sense of deja vu? There was something he was missing, that he knew. But no matter how long he spent thinking and digging into the dirt covering his important memories, identity even, all he got was disappointment and a bad headache.

A nudge to the side pushed him out of his painful digging. It was a lamb. A small innocent lamb. Where did they come from? They tilted their small delicate head, were they waiting for something? Dream wanted to ask a simple question like, who are you? Who am I? Where are we? He supposed those were multiple questions but that's beside the point. Unfortunately when Dream tried to voice these questions, a strangled bleat replaced his expectations.

The lamb startled, taking a few steps back, before coming back with a renewed vigor. The lamb bleated back excitedly and yet... Dream understood them perfectly. It didn't translate into english or visualize images into his head. It was like an instinct deep down that somehow told him exactly what was said, he couldn't understand it. Something was off, he wasn't used to this and yet he should be considering where he woke up and how all his memories started here and always have been why are you doubting this now-