The Closet Monster

Hello!! Here to engage and post about silly and angsty ideas so they may escape the cage that is my brain!

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Favorite things currently consist of Hermitcraft, Undertale, Batman, with a good mix of eldritch horror!

I'm a writer and reader, therefore a lot of posts of mine are going to be long-form au ideas and the occasional fic hehe

They/It/He

Lowkey, they're struggling every conversation. No matter how Dream was brought out into the wider multiverse, he doesn't get other monsters. For being a embodiment of emotions that, sometimes, feels ironic. But, Dream stumbles on his tones. They pull from the oldest and warmest memories to try and comfort someone, which, Dream can tell, somehow always sound like a rotting tree. One that, luckily for this tree, has constant sunshine and water and antibiotics forced into their roots, leaving it full of love.

Dream struggles to make connections, even in situations where their aura is limited. I think it eats him alive. No matter how genuine Dream feels, no matter what they offer, who they are, what he creates- its a facade. They feel like a try-hard. A big ol' disguise sitting in front of everything, and Dream can't remove it. But, hey, to look at the positive side, Dream keeps reminding themselves these monsters are left with smiles.

Truthfully, the one kindness Dream always could do and show were actions. Checking on someone in the morning, a picnic with friends, leaving flowers at graves, standing through red ants biting his arms inside a hug. So, yes, he does plan to check in with that one ruined world tomorrow. Yes, they also have tea planned at the store tomorrow. Ask to be worked into Dream's schedule? They will do their best to wedge you in!

Its utterly exhausting. And I imagine Dream wishes that it was easier to express anything through words. Maybe, they should have taken those lessons from Nightmare back in the day.

Let's meet up next Sunday! (I promise I’ll be there)

Some years back Dream received it as a gift. They had some pre-downloaded songs, but really wanted to say thank you- Dream saved their families lives from Nightmare. They'd outgrown this little thing, perhaps it'd be loved by another. Dream, knowing full well the little spout of smiles they'd feel, accepts the gift. Every new world Dream travels too the thought of getting to add more music makes him pause, spending a little more time in each one to discover artists(not ever going to a live performance, the thought of doing so always leaving Dream a little choked up). Over the years, Dream gets a few more from the few friends he's able to create, never getting himself another device. There's not many, maybe a max of 3 mp3 players before an method to significantly increase the amount of storage space is created(once Dream finds that he doesn't think before buying it. Soon enough, its connected to the little off-yellow player).

Definitely he to listens to every type of music, finding something interesting in every genre, but indie rock just happens to be the most he has saved(if you asked Dream what his favorite genre was, he wouldn't be able to answer). He uses the other mp3 players to save entire albums he enjoys, then deciding what song to listen to in his down time became stressful and the shuffle button on his mp3 has started turning gray much to his dismay. Some songs hit too close to home, and for many years he quietly saved those onto the player. No, it'll never be seen or known by another person. Unless Dream let you know him, you'd never know he listens to music as much as he does.