#admin!dream

The tip of his fingers twitched as his head was repeatedly banged against the rocky obsidian walls, His body filled to the brim with bruises and cuts, yet. His face stayed emotionless. His hair was yanked to look at the ravenette.

"Tch-" The man spoke as he let go of the prisoner's blond hair with specks of blood littered across. The duck hybrid unseized a glimmering purple sword with a shimmering lavender hue as he had an ear to ear grin standing before the prisoner.

The prisoner watched with unfazed eyes as the sword was lifted above his head... And was stabbed against his chest. The ravenette watched the prisoner with narrowed eyes as he spat blood and stayed neutral, It was concerning.

"Sit up," the duck hybrid scowled in a demanding tone. The blond's lips formed into a small smirk, infuriated. The ravenette tightened his fist and took a step closer to the prisoner. He gritted his teeth as he smashed his fists against the blond's head.

As the fist collided with his head, the back of his head was forced against the walls of his cell. The blond's head drooped to the side, with eyes threatening to close. The duck hybrid kneeled to face the prisoner and gripped his chin to make the blond make eye contact.

His piercing gaze watched the dull and lifeless green eyes straying away to look at other places, A scoff escaped the man's lips as he let go of the man's chin as he shoved it away.

The ravenette stood up, tucking away his sword in the process. Staring at the man below him, he scrunched his nose as he shook his tender golden wings before turning around, making his way to leave the warm, dreadful cell.

"Sam, I'm done." The duck hybrid spoke on a communicator, After doing so, he was left staring at the bubbling lava. The sound of dull silence lingered around the room besides the popping and blubbering of the lava.

Soon enough, the lava settled down as the bridge emerged from the lava, He took a stride towards the obsidian. He had no care for the man a few yards behind him as he didn't look back, He kept his gaze high whilst walking with the bridge to the other side.

He was met with the creeper hybrid with a serious expression. The duck hybrid felt the warmth of the lava crept behind him, notifying him the lava fell back down. His boots clinked against the obsidian floors as he and Sam went farther from the main cell.

In the cell, there was sat a man with his head held low...

He leisurely raised his head.

A grin creeping up on his face.

"Oh Quackity, that was fun seeing you frustrated..." He chuckled to himself.

"Till next time..."

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"Are you really gonna let him mess with those innocent mortals?" A black figure said, coming up to the taller being. "He's just having fun." The god chuckled, "They're getting more paranoid, even if he's 'captive'." The black figure spoke solemnly stated to the taller.

The god gave a sigh as he stared into the glowing white eyes of the demon hybrid beside him. "I heard their gonna 'execute' him soon," the god said, "I'll get him then." The taller strictly said.

The demon hybrid gave him a happy grin and continued his duties.

———

The tortures continued...

The grin of that dumb duck never faded...

He believes that I've has been broken.

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"Quackity calm down-" Sam demanded as he watched the duck hybrid having an outburst. "He's such a pain in the ass." Quackity blurted out as he slammed his fist against the wooden table. "His execution is in a few days, If he doesn't give the revive book by then. Well-" Sam added, "-We can't do much, Most of the SMP voted for him to be executed."

In a blinded rage Quackity left without a word leaving the creeper hybrid in the giant prison alone. The warden kept composed and continued his duties around the prison.

Once Quackity left the security of the prison, A shiver went down his spine, could it be the temperature?

He noticed the clouds darkened, The grass was stiff and prickly. The atmosphere was still, He continued walking with narrowed eyes glancing around the empty quiet world.

He was focused, too focused. On his surroundings he suddenly bumped into another blond, Tommy. "Gah-" Quackity yelped as he stumbled back, He shook his head as he regained his posture. The ravenette looked up to the blond as he saw swear dribble down his forehead and the uneven breathing of the child.

"Tommy, You okay?" The shorter asked the taller, Suddenly without a word Tommy ran away muttering something. Quackity contemplated of following before it began to rain and he went to seek shelter.

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"Get up." Sam ordered, venom laced across his words. The prisoner did as told, leisurely getting up and heading towards the creeper hybrid. He was harshly tugged away, Walking across the intimidating interiors of the prison.

He squinted his eyes, as he started adjusting to the sudden change of lighting. The prisoner blinked multiple times once his eyes got used to the blinding light of the sun, His gaze looked over to the crowd or people. Multiple looks met him, some people had disdain written on their face. Other's had hatred and others paid no mind to his presence.

Dream watched as the young goat hybrid climb up the stage he was standing on and started delivering a speech. He looked at the creeper hybrid whom held him in a firm grasp, Suddenly kicking him down to his knees.

The speech was fuzzy and unheard by the blond as he stared into the forest to their side, He raised his eyebrow when he saw the god, DreamXD? What was he doing here.

Suddenly the skies darkened as the god dissipated leaving specks of purple glowing embers behind, In a sudden flash when Tubbo's speech came to an end a blinding flash of lightning, struck on the stage. The member's of the SMP erupted in gasps and yelps as they saw a figure appear on stage.

"XD!?" A person from the crowd yelled, who was none other than Georgenotfound himself. "Mhm, Yes. Hi George." The god replied blandly whilst averting his gaze to the prisoner.

"Why hello dear brother~" He said looking at him with a smug look. "Brother!?" A child from the crowd blurted with anger bubbling in him, "Why yes, Your so called tormentor is my brother." He said earning a groan from the other.

"Why are you even here XD." Dream questioned the taller. "Halo wants you to come back home, He thinks you've had your fun." XD said with slight annoyance. "Aww really?" The prisoner's voice changed, It sounded slightly like static and his voice went lower.

The crowd stood still, confused about the two. Most couldn't comprehend the god, whom was their protector be related to their villain. "Shouldn't you just reveal yourself?" The taller asked his brother with a smirk, "Why not?"

The air went still...

Members of the SMP watched intently, Unmoving.

A screeching crack was heard as the chains wrapped around the prisoner's wrist shattered, It fell to the ground with a clack. The chain's dangled weakly against the prisoner's wrists.

Dream clasped his arms together and bowed his head, His body glitched his form being swallowed in a green glow. The member's of the SMP turned their heads away as a weird glitching sound came. Once they turned their heads gasps fell from their mouths.

The supposed tyrant stood with royal green outfit, looking similar to XD although still with his signature smiley mask. A netherite axe strapped to his back with long sharp tail behind him. Long black horns with a hue of green protruded his head and poked above in his hair.

"My name is Dream, The admin and one of the god's of this server."

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Philza is an admin by birth, something he passed on genetically to his sons. On the DreamSMP, administrators are hard locked within the code, a nice little padlock snapped over their few abilities. Philza can’t fly, Wilbur can’t haunt around and spectate the few times he visited other worlds.

It isn’t a big deal, they aren’t The Admin on the server. It isn’t a problem, until Philza starts to isolate and mourn Wilbur who is dead and Ghostbur is a poor replacement.

It isn’t a big deal, until Tommy wakes up one morning mildly panicked over a surreal shift to the way everything feels, the cracklings static and haze over everything he sees. Eccentric lines and dots and binary that he can’t comprehend, he doesn’t understand.

There aren’t any administrators on the DreamSMP, nobody who can teach Tommy how to stop deleting the things he holds or clipping through solid rock. Well, there’s nobody willing to teach him.

Inside his Obsidian Cage, under the piercing wail of Redstone and Elder Guardians, Tommy’s hands tighten former into fists. Sam stands vigil, wordless (he had plenty of words earlier when all of the population met and argued over the benefits and cons of simply sending Tommy away).

“Hi Tommy,” Dream almost croons, body jerking and shaking almost like an afterthought. “I didn’t think you had the nerve to come back here.”

“Yeah well, fuck you,” Tommy snarls, wincing at the invisible flickering nobody else could see. If this was always within Dream’s line of sight, no wonder he wore a mask. “You’re going to do a fucking favor for me.”

“Am I?” Dream asks him, almost laughing.

“Yeah,” Tommy says in a snarl, hands curling and coiling through buzzing bees and the vibrating cords of an instrument Wilbur once played. “Or I’m gonna glitch your stupid server under lava.”

“You can’t do that,” Dream says, suddenly serious despite his childish head tilt, “you can’t-“

And Tommy steps forward, aiming his fist at one unnecessary block of obsidian. It crumbles on the impact, Elder Guardians in affecting him. Sam sighs quietly, visibly annoyed. Dream stares dumbly. It takes a worrying amount of time before Dream looks up with a new sort of intrigue and resigned hesitance.

“What do you want?” Dream asks cautiously, all of the joking tone vanished. He glances at Sam with open suspicion, shying away timidly.

Title: To Heed the Call

Author: Anonymous

 Chapters: 3/3 Words:  23861

Ships:  Dream & Everyone , Dream Team (P)

Warnings: None

Description: When Dream was young he was Chosen by the End Goddess, and he understood she would always protect him. But when he unintentionally angers her, he might realize he should appreciate a Goddess' protection. Now alone and tired of fighting, Dream is in a vulnerable position, one his former protector can take advantage of.- "To be Chosen is to be cursed." "To be Called is to be freed."