Shoutout To People Who Were C!dream Apologists. Shoutout To All The People Who Were Fans Of His Dream

Mucho español

Apparently I badly want to go on my “stop making fun of plague doctors, they were ahead of their time and doing the best they could with the primitive equipment they had available” rant.

And if I post this? Then what? What’ll you do? I believe I’m in the right here.

for the record, i genuinely believe that most of the inconsistencies in c!dream's motivation and the things he's said can be explained by the fact that at heart he's a silly guy who is deeply committed to the bit.

c!dream admitting to fantasizing about having a family with c!techno but immediately going 'i don't know why. i pictured a kid with pink hair. which could mean anything.' he's so deep in denial that he's ignoring his own very obvious crush.

meanwhile techno is freaking out because dream's in love with him?? but also doesn't seem to know he is which is a very awkward position to be in because techno would really like to, y'know, follow up on that whole thing please.

Gods.

Okay so sometimes prisons will let people (as far as I understand) have some sort of religious comfort object or something. Dream was allowed a single mercy by being able to keep his mask. He hides it the best he can when people came to visit, but one day quackity finds it. He doesn’t like that Dream can still hide things from him, even in prision. Perhaps he hangs it on his wall, perhaps he does worse 👀

Oh poor c!Dream :(

warnings: prison arc (pre 14.09 and yes there is a difference), torture mention, dehumanization, starvation (mentioned)

/rp /dsmp

It’s been months.

Or at least that’s what it feels like for the only prisoner of Pandora’s Vault.

It may have been longer. It may have been shorter. Dream wouldn’t know either way.

He began his day (or at least what he assumes is a day) like always - by waking up and trying to wash and dress his wounds from Quackity’s last visit.

Dream tries to do it before falling asleep if he can, but last night’s session left him unconscious by the end.

And now there he is - sitting against the obsidian wall and trying not to think about his situation. About the sharp edges of the wall and the floor. About how hungry he is. About how he is just waiting for the next visit. About how it is his only source of entertainment (if he can even call it that). About how he is just surviving, not living.

But does he have any other choice? It’s not like he can change anything. He has no allies. No friends. No family. No one cares about him. No one cares that he is being tortured.

They all know Dream. They know what is happening. They approve.

The voice sounds very similar to Quackity. He doesn’t want to believe it.

You will understand one day.

He hopes he doesn’t.

He reaches up to tug his mask down.

…

It’s not there.

The mask is gone.

How?!

Where?!

When?!

He looks around frantically. It must be somewhere close! The cell is not big enough for it to be hidden well!

He checks everywhere. Throws the books out of the chest. Digs into the water.

It’s not here.

Where is it?!

Dream is beginning to panic now. How is he supposed to face Quakcity now?! His face has always been too expressive. He has to hide it. He has to.

The lava falls down.

And there he is.

The visitor.

Sir.

No. Not sir. (Not yet.)

Quackity.

With shears in one hand. And… his mask.

(Dream doesn’t get the mask back. He does get to hold it for a bit. Right before Quackity tells him to choose: burn the mask or lose a finger.

He watches the lava for a long time afterwards.)

I coloured something