kotastrophe

Quackity pours lava down Dream's throat, burning it to bits, his stomach and intestines melting, and Dream writhes in agony in the sadist's arms. Q watches the prisoner burn from the inside and thinks that Sap was right to burn things so often; he clearly knew a thing or two about pleasure.

Dream himself is now a ghost, not a version of himself or a pitiful replica of his former glory. Still Dream, in an old hoodie, mask, shackles, and missing legs (ghosts no longer have a connection to the code; they don't have legs).

The mask is impossible to remove, everyone remembers him wearing it; there are no chips or cracks, it's brand new. And, unfortunately, Dream can't even speak.

The hoodie is brightly colored, he doesn't wear those anymore.

The shackles on his hands are ephemeral and more for show than anything else, a poor prisoner.