#2pdream

He’s adaptable in a sense that, he acts in any way that may get him useful allies in his mission. From being kind and caring, to being a good shit-talker. Whatever it takes to have allyship…. And companionship.

Whichever mask he has starts to slip every time he encounters his sister. His anger comes up. His fears come up. He no longer sees his twin, he sees a monster. A serial kidnapper and murderer. No matter how much she tries to reason, his twin is dead.

His mission is to kill Strawberry Nightmare, rescuing any of her ‘patients’ when he can, but ultimately kill her. That way, she would cease to exist, ending her reign of blissful terror, and Dream would be free. Free from the responsibility of being the Guardian of Positivity.

When they were much younger, they were inseparable. Gold and Silver. Sun and Moon. Dreams and Nightmares. Yin and Yang.

As they grew older and as the village developed near their tree, Dream started to grow increasingly more anxious and neglectful of his duties as a guardian. He saw all the children play, learn, grow, love, thrive and die. He wanted that. He wanted a normal life. A life he could lead himself—he didn’t want to be stuck. Stuck with the corpse of a tree. A nag of a sister.

He wanted more companionship too. He loved his twin, but who else was there? His parent is and always will be unresponsive. And he hated how so many idolized him when he himself was just a kid.

So he changed his whole style, his way of life, so he could be a normal kid. Constantly running away from his duties (what was there to do anyway, sit by a tree?) and play with the villager kids. It left Nightmare all alone. So very alone. And when she’s alone, she’s defenseless.

Not only was she abused by the villagers, scarring and bruising so bad that Dream couldn’t help but notice (he chose to ignore it, he wanted to live in normalcy so bad, he couldn’t deter this free of a life by worrying so much), Nightmare mourned her old twin as if he was dead, crying in the day into his old clothes.

Soon the loneliness, became too unbearable. She snapped. And ate the apple.

Random HCs I can’t fit into the paragraphs above:

- Blueberry Sorbet doesn’t really have genuine friends, cuz they never have seen his genuine self. Have come close, but Strawberry is the only one who truly knows, and that is terrifying to him.

- Blueberry Sorbet was in stone, just like OG Dream.

- Blueberry Sorbet has to constantly hold back his anger and fear, if you look closely, he’s always shaking or stiff.

- Has no time to mourn his past life, he gets too queazy.

- If there was an option to save Strawberry from corruption, he wouldn’t take it. He wants her GONE.

- Strawberry adorned slight golden threads in her present day clothing to keep that bit of the old Dream in her mind. And hopefully, make her twin love her once more.

- Blueberry Sorbet wants freedom, to be himself. Strawberry wants her family back.

- Blueberry Sorbet usually visits when Strawb is asleep, carefully navigating and dodging the aggressive corruption—and even the castle walls itself—to save her victims.

- He never got to mature in a way that, yes he is mentally and physically an adult, he just hasn’t fully emotionally matured yet. I mean, how could he?

- His ideal “Mission Complete” scenario is killing Strawberry, and then if he himself doesn’t die because of some ‘imbalance’ then he will live his life free from the crushing responsibility of being a guardian.

- Didn’t pick Blueberry Sorbet Dream as his name, he quite likes it. He won’t admit it but he likes how it directly complements Strawberry Nightmare’s name. He won’t even admit it!!

Fic that inspired all of this (not to a tee but it’s such an enjoyable read)