Decided to finally sit down and design what I think dreamons look like when not mimicking anyone. Weird freakish ghostly white creatures that resemble undertale amalgamates. They’re like that because I want the to reference dreams stupid blob form. And also it ties into me making ranboo half dreamon, so thus their other half is still white like it makes sense.
Dreamons are rubbery, and can stretch and squash their bodies to squeeze through whatever gap they want. They can also change their coloring to better match the person or animal they’re mimicking. They make terrible shrieking noises and skitter and scurry and jump and they’re awful I love them
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One of these days i need to write a dsmp space orc story because the need to deconstruct the dreamon aliens often found in them and how theyre kinda really ableist and nonsensical still burns strong in me I don’t care about the real dream I just need to dissect how this is not how any species that actually prioritizes science and research and doesn’t feel empathy would act, at least not as a majority
If you have only ONE live specimen and you may NEVER get a second one you treat that thing like its made of GOLD do you know how much not violent research can be done? Let the species die naturally and you get years of research on behaviors and diet and stimuli and you STILL get to then poke around the organs.
I don’t care if the race has no empathy you don’t need empathy to know torture and improper care has statistically shitty results that gets all the more emotional species to fucking hate you and cut you away from tons of other potential research like cmon are they trying to get fucking the human version of the alpha wolf study??? Where the hell is the actual scientific practice! You don’t need empathy to know to not mistreat A RARE AS FUCK LIVE SPECIMEN if you want ACTUAL RESULTS unless you are a SHITTY SCIENTIST
Tubbo was the original dreamon hunter [for his sect, at least]
There is a dreamon repellant altar (22 dirt blocks■, 26 blue wool■)
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A fence □ is placed in the bottom center to turn the repellant entrance into an exorcism arch
The Dreamon must stand on the fence for the exorcism ritual
Hunters must stand exactly 3 blocks away from the fence, holding an egg
[ritual chant] I am one | A soul | A higher power | I wish for this no more | I will be fixed
After the ritual chant [which the hunters and possessed person say, if possible] the hunters throw a stack of eggs at the Dreamon, before "logging off" [turning away and "hiding", so that they cannot see or interfere with the process]
A part of the process involves an explosion, which seemingly kills the Dreamon
Tests should be run to concluse if an individual is still possessed or not after a ritual exorcism. Tests include questions based upon dreamon mannerisms, questioning recent events, inducing panic with potential triggers
If the ritual goes wrong [meaning the results are temporary] anything involving the ritual could trigger the Dreamon to attack
There are special potions that allow hunters to injure dreamons while not injuring each other
[Spectral arrows] allow hunters protection from dreamons, but it also causes hunters aura to glow in a way that makes them visible to the dreamons
Dreamons cannot stand on tilled soil
Hunters have a potion that creates a (small) saftey field of bubbles, large enough for 2-4 hunters if they stay close to each other. This saftey field allows hunters to be protected from dreamons and allows them close contact without fear of harm [only lasts for a short period of time]
Some dreamons are more powerful than others
There are dreamon hybrid types, known as Transmutant Dreamons, that are considered half player, half dreamon. They have the ability to switch between player and dreamon, making them harder to locate. Transmutant dreamons are not a traditional possession, and their souls are more interlinked. It is unknown if an exorcism would work to permanently lock away the dreamon part intermixed in their soul.
The signs of a Dreamon Posession
Violent
Kills people
Hears voices
Can see through a third eye
Having visions
Right arm is bigger than their left when fully transformed
I like to create compilations of my writings centered around certain characters just to make sure I have SOME level of consistency within my stories.
While writing for `So you`ve raised a god` I made one for XD
Not entire stories (for the most part).
- - indicates a quote from a story.
Death and her reaper
-In XD's world, cruelty reigned. The god was a being of chaos, showing no regard for the creatures inhabiting its domain. In fact, it seemed to derive a twisted, childlike delight from others' suffering. It subjected the mortals who lived in its world to harrowing ordeals, using their torment as pieces in a sadistic game for its own entertainment. It was a lot. Even for a goddess who’s realms were life and death, it was unfair.-
Baby bird
Whatever it was, Tommy couldn’t see it. The forest was dark, the canopy over head thick as smoke.
“Where are you?” His voice trembled as he spoke, fear coating every decibel. He put on a brave face, biting his lip and trying to puff out his little chest.
He couldn’t see a thing through the darkened trees.
A rustle of leaves caught his attention as he turned to the sound.
But there was nothing there.
“W-who are you?” Tommy tried again, twisting his tiny fists together.
“Me?” The voice rumbled, many as it was one.
Tommy nodded.
“I am no one. I am many. I am god.” It’s voice shook the trees like thunder, reverberating through the ground and up Tommy’s spine.
Tommy wanted to cry, he wanted to go home, he wanted his big brother.
Wilby wasn’t scared of anything, he was tall and warm and had big brown wings that he could hide under. He would be safe from the monster in the woods.
Tommy let out a sob.
A hum surrounded him.
“Why are you crying?”
Tommy, too overwhelmed to do much else, sat on the ground, he hugged his knees to his chest.
“You’re scary.” He cried out.
From the trees appeared a shape, round and white. It looked like the porcelain orca that Wilby kept on a shelf, cold and unfeeling. But it was cracked, across in an x.
As it moved closer Tommy wanted to run from it.
Then the bottom half of the shape opened, shattering apart.
“Scary?”
A single word, a cacophony of voices all coming from a broken maw.
It was in front of him and Tommy could do nothing but whimper.
The x split and opened, out from it dripped black and gold, oil and blood.
Tommy screamed.
From behind him appeared a hand, just as cold and smooth as its face. It reached for him, hard surface against his back. He felt his tiny wings flutter as the hand closed on him, they beat like a humming birds.
The hand dragged Tommy forward, closer and closer to the broken porcelain face.
“Please don’t eat me.”
Tommy watched as it smiled, as if Tommy had told a particularly funny joke, jagged.
“I don’t need to eat you.”
Tommy squirmed in its grip.
The hand lifted itself off the ground, taking Tommy with it. He looked down the darkened forest floor getting further and further away. His wings beat harder against the hand. Tommy had never been flying, not on his own. He was still much too small, his downy feathers only having just fallen off.
“You are unlike anything I have seen before.” They were further up, closer to the high tree tops. A large white finger came close to Tommy, it rubbed his hair, making him flinch.
The god opened its palm, and Tommy was sat down upon it. He curled into a ball again, wanting to get as far away as he could.
The finger moved from his head and to his back. Tommy began to cry again as he felt it brush against his wings.
“These are not yours.” Tommy could feel the blood rushing in his ears.
It took a wing between its thumb and forefinger stretching it out to its full length, which wasn’t very long, as Tommy was still very small. Tiny light brown feathers trembled as Tommy tried to tuck it back against his body.
“Please don’t take my wings.”
It chuckled at him a symphony of clashing voices.
“Why? You have no use for them, they are too small for you to fly. Pathetic little things.” It tugged on the wing.
“Please! Please don’t take them. I need them!” Tommy pleaded. He couldn’t lose his wings.
“Need? No, I don’t think so. There are many who don’t have wings, they can’t fly. Have never needed them.” It mocked him, trailing its fingers up and down Tommy’s wing.
Tommy couldn’t lose his wings.
“I-I can`t lose them! Wilby will leave me!”
Tommy could remember it like it was yesterday. He had been kicked out, alone as he was. Freak, unholy, demon spawn. He had grown wings overnight. He was shivering, cold and abandoned in the forest. And he was starving. He was too small to find food on his own, too small to hunt.
Then, music. A soft melody drifted through the woods, a lilting guitar. Tommy had followed the sound, and there, in a small clearing was a teenager, his guitar rested on his knee, eyes closed as he played. His wings rested gently behind him, large and dark.
Tommy must have made a noise, a broken branch, the rustling of leaves, because the boy stopped playing. Their eyes met, Tommy froze in fear. But the boy just smiled.
“Hello baby bird.”
It tilted its head.
“Wilby?” It questioned.
Tommy nodded.
“My big brother.”
It laughed again, the sound vibrating through Tommy as it shook.
“You do not even care for yourself? But for what someone else will think of you.” It took its fingers away leaning in close to Tommy.
“You cannot hide what you are forever.”
Tommy startled as the hand he was resting on jerked downwards. He stumbled as he was placed on the forest floor again.
“Now, run along now little bird. I will be seeing you again soon.”
Tommy ran.
So you`ve raised a god. What`s two more
CH1
A loud boom sounded from outside of Puffy’s cabin. The ship shook. She jolted awake, ready to defend it. Grabbing the sabre she hid under her bed, still in her nightgown she burst through the heavy oak door and ran to the main deck.
It was still dark out, the sun still an hour from cresting over the horizon.
Puffy scanned the horizon for any sign of what had caused the loud noise. Her gaze, however, was drawn to a large figure off the side of her boat.
It's skin was stark white, like cold porcelain. It was easily the size of a house, several stories tall and looming over the boat. It was wearing a long dark green cloak that obscured most of its body. Large wings were folded along its back slightly ruffled by the sea breeze.
Puffy began to wonder the whereabouts of her crew. They had to have heard the same noise she had. She was disappointed and frustrated with them, she had trained them better than this. She would definitely have words with them when they finally decided to make themselves known.
Against her better judgement, frustrated from being woken up and just about done with her lack of crew, she yelled up at the figure. Its previously still form jerked to the side to face her.
It’s face was nearly featureless, just a white circle save for an x that crossed where its eyes should be. It tore its face in half as it formed a mouth from which to speak. Its voice was deep, multilayered, as it vibrated through the air.
She drew her sword and held it aloft. The figure shook the waters as it cooed at her, amused.
"You have done well raising Foolish."
Puffy was taken aback. How did this thing know of her son? Was that the reason it had appeared?
"Raising a god is difficult." It went on. "I should know because I lack the necessary skills to do so myself."
Puffy was confused. God?
"What in all the realms are ye talkin about? An’ why in the nether are ye on my ship?" She pointed her sword at it thrusting it at the figure as she questioned it. Her white nightgown was billowing in the wind. She shot an angry, if slightly annoyed, look at the thing in to intimidate it. It may have worked if the being wasn’t several stories tall.
It paused for a moment as it seemed to consider the question.
"I am surprised that you were unaware of your son’s divinity. Although, after what happened, I suppose that's to be expected."
Puffy was just about to retort when the door to the lower cabins burst open and two figures tumbled through.
Her two sons laid flat on their faces, on the deck of the ship, piled on top of each other in a heap of clothing and limbs.
Dream was the first to rise, he leapt to his feet brandishing a small dagger. His blonde-white hair was whipped into a frenzy, wild and feral looking. His shirt was rumpled half tucked into his tartan green pyjamas.
It huffed at the him, bending its body down slightly to stare at Dream. For the first time since it arrived the slits on its face opened. The x split revealing a void. It swirled and moved in an unnatural way hypnotic and mesmerizing.
Dream’s confidence wavered slightly as he took a step forward, the dagger shaking in his hand. Trying desperately to hide his fear.
Foolish, who had been laying behind him, still a little winded from their tumble, began to sit up. He rubbed his golden face in an attempt to regain focus. His gaze moved up the figure, taking in its sheer size.
Everyone could sense it shifting its focus to Foolish. Puffy moved closer to her boys, trying not to alert the thing of her.
Dream yelled up at it.
"What do ye want with my brother!" He waved his dagger at it.
Disembodied hands moved toward Dream, appearing from the shadowed void of its cloak.
Puffy was not fast enough to get to her son before the hands reached him.
The thing grabbed the back of Dream’s shirt lifting him into the air, bringing him closer to its face. Dream, in a desperate attempt to escape, chucked his dagger at the being. It narrowly missed its eye slits. A quiet `ting` could be heard as it struck its face. The dagger fell to the ground with a foreboding thud, embedding itself into the ship's wood.
For a brief moment the ship was deafeningly quiet as everyone held their breath.
The being began to shake.
Puffy was ready to act, but she hesitated as she realized what it was doing.
It was laughing.
"This is why I came here tonight!" It exclaimed, resting Dream on its palm.
"This determination you have, this will. This family is filled with ambition."
It’s hand began to close.
"This is what I seek to raise the next generation of gods."
It’s hand closed a little more.
"But, I will not have this defiance turned toward me."
As the hand completely encased Dream’s body he began to squirm.
"Do that again and I will wipe you from existence."
Dream was set down on the deck. He ran, tripping over his own feet as he hid behind his papa.
It’s voice rumbled through the air as it turned to stare at Puffy.
"Now, I have a task for you."
Puffy, still wary of it, put her hands out to her sides in an attempt to shield her sons. It didn't seem to notice continuing without pause.
"I’ve seen how you handled the raising of a god. Regardless of how unaware you might have been of that detail. Few people could take on that role. Fewer still could do it as well. That is why I am asking you to do it again."
Puffy tilted her head, confusion morphing into realization as she understood what was being asked of her.
"Ye ‘ave children? That ye'd want me to raise?" It nodded. "An’ where exactly are these, god-children?”
It appeared to be smiling with barely contained glee. More hands emerged from its cloak. It lowered marshmallow-like things to the ships deck, they were only a few inches tall. One appeared to be slightly larger than the other. For a brief moment they both appeared dazed as they rolled on the ships deck.
"I trust you will do as well with these as you did with Foolish."
Before Puffy could reply, or even ask any questions it vanished. Puffy lowered her sabre only after she was sure it was gone.
Her crew finally emerged from below deck, startling the two new things. Puffy acted quickly to gain control of the situation.
This was going to be a nether of a story to explain to her crew.
CH2
-It must have been near a decade since she'd first heard of the spawn of XD. Far before Dream or Foolish came into her life. Even then it was through whispers and rumours. Bedtime stories and old wives tales. She'd never had a need to put any thoughts into the tall tales. That was until the other night.
It still unerved her to think about it. Its looming presence, its immense size, its child-like glee when she had finally given into its demands. It was unhinged. She had no doubt that things could have gone much worse if it had been angered in any way.
She opened one of the tomes, brushing off its dusty cover.
Finding information on XD wasn’t particularly difficult, after all the tales of its existence were far spread. But finding any information on the spawn of XD was near impossible. Anything she could find was either too vague or shrouded in so much fog that she could hardly decipher fact from fiction.
However, Puffy was nothing if not resourceful. It had only taken a fortnight to find rumblings of an underground market that sold old books and occult literature. Illegal, of course, but she was a pirate. Legality was never something she was too concerned with.
The ship grew dark as the sun set and she was barely through the first two tomes. The candle she had been using was now a pathetic white puddle on her desk. Her eyes were growing tired and blurry from her intense study session. She barely knew more than she did before she had started, everything seemed to contradict itself. Some of the tales were so fantastical that she could hardly believe them. Talking of stealing children from their parents, like the old rumours of changelings and fae. Other tomes described them like demons, with hundreds of mouths and stomachs that split open to swallow you whole. Even still there were other tomes that described them with unknown powers, shapeshifting at will, having fake eyes, fake limbs and even fake heads.
It was all enough to make her head spin. She shuddered as she flipped from one page to the next. If even half of the stories were true, she doubted that any mortal could even have a chance of raising one of the spawn. Let alone two. Demi-gods, Demons, Hellspawn that they were.
CH3
-If she was being completely honest with herself he had been out of sorts since that fateful visit from XD. In a way, she could understand. Everyone had been shaken up from that. Most of her crew were more paranoid than usual. Puffy hadn’t even been able to get a full night's rest since. She had night terrors about what she had read in those ancient books, what could have gone wrong that night.
CH4
Puffy spent the next week embroiled in her research, that night with the blobs concerned her. She spent more hours with them, offering to take over watching them from Foolish.
They were evolving, changing in ways that she wasn't expecting.
What had been barely visible bumps near the base of one of them were now sticking out significantly, and it had only been a few days. She watched as Drista tried to move the stubby things, it was as if she was trying to walk on peg legs. It was a funny sight to see, the blob try to walk out of its own accord, tripping over everything. Puffy would compare it to a baby learning to walk. Although she supposed that's what they were. XD, the bastard, hadn’t told her anything about them. Not even their age, she had to wonder how old they were and if that even mattered, seeing how fast they were maturing.
CH5
-"She wants to summon XD!" Skeppy's grin vanished, replaced by a creeping horror on his face.
"No. Puffy, that's insane."
"See!" Bad nodded, relieved that at least someone hadn't completely lost their mind.
Puffy sighed, she had been hoping that the gemfolk would be on her side, if only for the theoretical mischief. She was mistaken.
"Puffy, no ones ever summoned XD before." Skeppy looked at her, panic evident in his eyes, an unusual sight for the usually carefree gemfolk. "It's way too dangerous. Who knows what it's capable of. Puffy you can not summon it." He moved in front of her, staring at her, pleading.
"Puffy you gotta promise me you're not going to summon it."
"Skeppy. Why are ye so against summoning it?" Puffy spoke slowly. "Do ye know something?"
Bad turned to stare at Skeppy, his gaze searching for something, denial, an explanation.
"Skeppy." Bad spoke again, his voice low and worried.
"I-I don't." He scoffed, "Why would I know anything?"
He wasn't leaning over the chair anymore, he had backed up and was waving his hands about, trying to walk away.
"`Geppy, what's going on? Tell me, please." Bads voice broke on the last word, his eyes pleading with the gemfolk.
"Skeppy if ye know somethin, tell me. Please, it's about my kids."
Skeppys eyes dropped, and he made his way over to where the other two were sitting. He took a seat on the couch and stared at the floor, his head down. He fiddled with the sleeves of his hoodie, pulling it down over his hands.
"I've met it before." He said quietly.
Bad gasped.
"`Geppy, I don`t- When?"
Puffy leaned toward the gemfolk.
"It was long before I met you. I was young, I had been kicked out of my commune. I was as close to being a child as a gemfolk can get. I pulled some pranks, did some stupid shit. I got kicked out.”
"Before... Skeppy?" Bad was confused.
"I was left alone, in the wilderness. Basically a child. It came to me, it told me that it could help me." Puffy shuddered.
"Help you with what?" Bad got up and joined Skeppy on the couch. He took a seat next to the gem.
"Skeppy, what happened." He took the gem's face into his hands, and gently moved his head to look at him.
"I wanted," He took a deep breath. "I wanted to never feel alone again. It took my sentience." He tapped his forehead. "It took my free will and crushed it into nothingness. It took away my ability to speak. It took my feelings, my emotions. I was left as a husk. I was nothing."
Skeppy was crying, Bad held him closer rubbing his back.
"Then I was found by them. Those, people. I was made to work for them for years, but I was alive. I wasn't like the others, who were made to be slaves. I was trapped in my own body. And I was alive." He looked at Bad. "Until I met you of course. You gave me back my sentience, gave me back my life again."
Puffy had heard of how they had met. She knew of the incident but most of the details were left out.
"Skeppy," She started.
"You can't meet it. It doesn't care about people, it's a child in a god's body.” He paused taking a breath. “I heard it, every once in a while. I could feel it. It was laughing at me."
"Skeppy, I’m sorry about what happened to ye, but I have to summon it. I'm talkin about my kids here. I canne risk them being hurt." She looked at him. "I'm sorry. I have to do this."
CH10
-Puffy strained her muscles, tugging at one of the sails in an attempt to steer the ship on the right course. In a momentary respite from the storm's wrath, she glanced to the side and witnessed a dazzling display of lightning illuminating a massive figure in the distance.
It appeared dark and colossal, yet seemingly distant.
Puffy blinked, questioning whether her fatigued mind was conjuring illusions. However, as the lightning erupted again, the silhouette of the figure grew clearer, closing in with each passing moment. A surge of adrenaline flooded her veins as she comprehended that this was no trick of the light. There was something out there, something monstrous and foreboding.
The nearby crew also caught sight of the approaching behemoth, causing their shouts to fade into silence, swallowed by the relentless rain. Puffy anxiously scanned their faces, searching for a glimmer of reassurance, only to find their expressions mirroring her own trepidation.
As the ship pitched and rolled in the waves Puffy's instincts screamed at her to seek shelter and safety. But curiosity, or perhaps sheer desperation, compelled her to stay rooted in place, her eyes fixed on the approaching behemoth.
Several stories tall, the figure seemed to be made of porcelain, its white visage draped in a giant dark green cloak.
The cloak billowed in the wind, as if it had a life of its own, and Puffy could make out intricate patterns etched into its fabric that she had not noticed before.
As the figure drew nearer, Puffy could hear a faint humming sound, growing louder with each passing moment.
Fear intertwined with awe, immobilizing her as she found herself unable to tear her gaze away from the mysterious entity. It exuded an otherworldly aura, an ancient power that sent shivers cascading down her spine. The storm intensified around them, as if it recognized the arrival of the god.
Then, abruptly, everything ceased as XD vanished.
The humming ceased.
The wind and rain abated.
The waves fell silent.
It was as if the storm had never existed at all. There wasn't even a ripple to mark the gods departure.
Phillips, still shivering from the rain and draped in a makeshift poncho, was the first to break the silence. His large green eyes blinked at Puffy, brimming with nervousness. "Captain, what was that?" he stammered.
Puffy took a moment to compose herself, trying to calm her racing heart and still her shaking hands.
"That, was XD."-
A minute later, a chirp broke the silence, drawing Puffy's attention to her side. She glanced over and saw one of the blobs, suspended several feet off the ground. Extending her hand, she gently grasped the floating creature, cradling it in her palm.
"Now, which one are ye?" She murmured. The blob chirped in response, rubbing its round head against her hand, tiny horns peeking out from the side of their head.
"Ah, I see now. Ye're Tom, aren't ye?" Puffy's voice carried a touch of tenderness as the blob purred and squirmed in her grasp.
Really it was hard to believe the stories she had read, but nothing that had been created by XD was ever as innocent as it seemed.
CH12
-Puffy couldn't help but murmur in disbelief, "What in XD's name-?"
Suddenly, white text materialized in front of its face.
’Do not mention its name in my presence, for you are calling to it.’
She lowered her sabre, realizing that she had stumbled upon the being Skeppy had mentioned.
“I’ve come here seeking help about it. Skeppy sent me, said ye'd know somethin. About how to summon it. How to deal with it.“ Puffy explained, craning her neck to meet the creature's towering form.-
-Puffy put her hands on her hips. “So, why don’t ye talk, has it got somethin to do with it?”
It nodded, causing the leaves above it to rustle.
’It has no place for me. It sees me as a scourge upon its world, something that it wants to destroy. I have given up my voice so it will not find me.’
Puffy cocked her head and pointed to various ornaments that decorated its body.
“What about those?”
It shook again.
’It pays no mind to the clinking of beads and stones for those are just the hum of life to it. Sounds like those are as inconsequential to it as the grains of sand on the beach or the wind in the grass is to us.’-
-’So, what do you know?’ It tilted its head to the side in question.
“Not a hell of a lot,” she confessed. ”I’ve read a whole lot about it, but none of it seems to make any sense."
’Everything you have read is true.’
“Aye, that's bullshit. You don’t even know what I’ve looked at.”
It chuckled again.
’No, but it is a very prideful god, as much as it enjoys the misery of its creations it would not let people write lies about it.’
“But some of the things in there are downright contradictory.”
It tilted its head.
’If it wished to do something it could, if it so desired it could shape its body to do anything, take away anything from this world. It is a child in a gods body, all the power but with none of the consequences. I guarantee, if you have read it, it has happened.’
“So what, I could just write down whatever I wanted about it and it’d happen?”
’No. It would change your mind, it could make accidents happen, it could even destroy your writing or you if it so pleased.’
“So what ye're sayin is that I’m shit outta luck?”
’Not quite. It is the creator of everything, from the smallest cell to the largest creature it had a hand in creating all of it. But I am not from here, I was not birthed by its hands.”
“And…”
’It means that I have things that it can not influence. Things that it has no power over.’
Suddenly, a hand emerged from the trees, holding a bag that appeared minuscule compared to the enormous skeletal fingers grasping it.
’In here, there are things not from here. From religions that exist outside of this realm.’
“Realm? Like from the nether.”
’No,’ It shook its head. ‘From other dimensions, where people like you do not exist. Where the rules of this world are alien.`
“And this is supposed to help me how?”
’The only way to gain some control over it is to do something that both creates spiritual energy and openly defies it.’
“So I gotta piss it off?”
’Exactly. When you are ready, conduct a ceremony—find a religious temple, inscribe symbols of the old gods, destroy an item. And when it is done, ring a bell.’
“Seems awfully vague.” Puffy glared, suspicious.
’That is the point. It is a being of chaos. There are many ways to do this, nothing is written, nothing is set in stone. This is, however, the easiest way to do this on your, time limit.’
Karl and the man from another universe
It shouldn't have been possible. Throughout his extensive journey traversing thousands of years, he had never encountered an individual originating from an alternate universe. One would have assumed that this crucial information would have been disclosed to him. However, the path he followed was persistently and infuriatingly obscure. This almost pushed him to the brink of seeking guidance from the overseers—or even considering the possibility of approaching XD, although that potential course of action seemed ill-advised.
For the moment, though, he opted to maintain his reservations and keep his burgeoning suspicions a closely guarded secret. Instead, he decided to document his thoughts discreetly—committing them to paper and concealing them from prying eyes.
Dream confronting XD
XD`s body cracked and broke as it bent itself in half, it`s twisting form seeming to struggle and jerk until it was almost level with the mortals face. It's pitch black eyes swirled with ichor, unseeing but wholly overwhelming. There was an unspeakable power in those movements, in those eyes, intimidating in all the wrong ways. The expression on it`s face was entirely unreadable, it had no mouth only an x that stretched from one side of it`s face to the other.
Dream stood, unaffected by the deity in front of them. They merely smiled, satisfied that they had finally managed to get XD`s attention.
It`s face tore apart in a mocking imitation of the mortal`s own expression. It looked cruel in the way only something that had brought life to the universe could. All powerful in the destruction it could bring.
Dream spoke.
"I have come seeking power, I want to control those around me. I wish to posses what they love, what they desire most."
The large wings on XD`s back twitched ever so slightly, amused at the request.
"I have brought about creation, I have given life to everything, from the smallest cell to the very gods that rule beneath me. Why would i grant you this wish?" It`s voice crackled like static, thundering through the air and into the very earth where Dream dared to stand. But they did not waver, they stood their ground and met the gaze of the deity head on, all too confident in their next words.
"You say you have created the universe and brought about life itself, but have you walked among your creations? Do you know what they do after they are given life? What they feel? Their joys, their pains, their loves? I only offer you the chance to experience creation like i do." For the first time since Dream had arrived they seemed hesitant, if only now realizing what they had said.
XD had been unnervingly still as Dream had made their offer. It had no need to breathe and made no effort to hide that fact. Not even the wind that had swirled around the two had managed to move a single feather from where it had been frozen. It's twisted form began to shake in an aborted facsimile of laughter, ichor dripping from the crack in it`s porcelain face.
"I have watched upon my throne for eons now, in the shadows observing creation as it passed me by. Unable to truly walk among them. You have surprised me yet again little one. Few have dared offer their life so wholly to me. Been willing to share their life with mine. All of that, just to know the desires of others, to gain knowledge of what they love most."
It tilted it`s head to one side, slightly too far.
"I accept your offer. Little dreamer."
XD and George
At times, George found it easy to forget that his companion was, in fact, responsible for the creation of everything around them. The being frequently behaved in a manner akin to an affectionate puppy, continually looking for George's seal of approval. He could almost brush off XDs unnatural features as just another hybrid. His dad was a centaur and his brother was a shapeshifter. Seeing unusual people was almost more normal than seeing regular humans.
However, every so often, the carefully constructed mask would start to crumble. As if losing control, XD's body would contort in ways that defied logic, revealing glimpses of something beyond the scope of human comprehension. With each unfathomable twist and subtle turn, an otherworldly essence would permeate from behind the façade
It had been another argument about resources. George had gotten greedy. Too comfortable in the assumption that he was safe around the deity.
The carefully crafted mask that mimicked the mortals that surrounded it faded an overwhelming sense of apathy enveloped its face. It came to a standstill. The surrounding atmosphere pulsated with an electrifying charge, as if responding to some unseen force. Almost simultaneously, the wind accelerated, producing an ominous howl, while the once-blue sky adopted a menacing shade of darkness. In a sudden explosion of energy, the heavens released torrents of rain upon the earth.
George hated the rain. He’d hated it as long as he could remember. Whenever a downpour began, his breathing would become increasingly rapid, as though an invisible hand had tightened around his chest. Combined with the heavy raindrops pelting his face, it was no surprise that his vision often became clouded and blurred in such conditions.
In these moments, finding a safe haven became utterly crucial—not just from the rain, but from the oppressive presence of the deity that had proclaimed itself to be his friend. However, shelter seemed to remain ever elusive. Instead, all George could see before him was the terrifying silhouette of the otherworldly figure.
Succumbing to both mental and physical exhaustion, George's legs finally gave way beneath him. As he crumpled onto the unyielding ground, a persistent low thrumming sound crawled into his ears, adding to the suffocating atmosphere. All he could do was curl into a tight ball, yearning for some semblance of safety and comfort.
But it was to no avail; neither breath nor thought could find purchase in the maelstrom. The relentless combination of noise and relentless torrential rain continued to assault George's senses, becoming nothing less than an insidious prison he could not escape from.
Suddenly, everything came to a halt. A faint crackling enveloped him, which he could only barely identify as the voice of the god. Although he tried to comprehend what was being said, he couldn't decipher a single word. Becoming aware of his closed eyes, he opened them and found himself taken aback by a massive face mere inches away from his own. It was utterly still and completely silent.
Meanwhile, the once gusty wind had subsided to a gentle breeze, rustling through the tall grass. The world around him lacked any sound from creatures or humans – it was as if all life had paused for this moment. Even his own breath seemed strangely hushed, adding to the eerie silence that enveloped him.
The inhuman figure in front of him spoke. This time it’s voice didn’t send him into a panic. The low fuzzy crackle was soothing in a weird way. It seemed as though he was floating, becoming untethered from his own body, drifting away into a dreamlike state.
As he continued to drift further from reality, a small fragment of his consciousness recognized that this sensation was far from normal, but it was so relaxing. His thoughts dimmed and flickered like the last embers of a dying fire until, at long last, everything faded to black.
Its only paranoia if your wrong
CH6
-"John was created by XD itself. Given life, their own form. The dreamons that you met didn't have that luxury."-
-"So did you...?" Tommy tilted his head.
"No, ye daft child, they were given to me. By XD." Tommy and Tubbo looked at her equally awestruck.
"That`s pogchamp!"
A laugh burst from Puffy.
"Sure! Scared my crew though, XD can be a right bastard when it wants to be. Just dropped John and Drista off on my ship."
"But why you?" Tubbo asked.
"Aye was getting there! I had adopted another kid a few years back. Learned that night that he was a fallen god, did somethin that angered death herself and was cast out, stripped of everything. He was a kid when I found him, barely old enough to walk. Guess XD saw that I was takin care of one god and decided i was the perfect choice to raise another."-
-Puffy grinned. "We need to summon XD. It can reverse the process." She stood, walking back to the platform. "That's where all this comes in." She gestured to the items around her. "XD is the god of chaos, so in order to summon it we need to create chaos. Best way I've found to do that is to create a feedback loop, do something that both creates religious energy and openly defies it. Actually anything that messes with the fabric of reality can do it, but that takes time and effort that we don't have right now."-
CH7
-Puffy grumbled under her breath. "Dramatic bastard."
"Puffy do you know where we are?" Tubbo asked.
She huffed, annoyed. "The end. The god`s domain."
From over the edge of the island, there appeared a figure. An enormous white head, it easily doubled Puffy`s height. The pure white skin glowed. Tommy and Tubbo jumped back scrambling behind Puffy.
"Very astute observation." It grinned, the x that crossed its face opened to reveal swirling pools of ichor. "Now, what have you brought here?"
Large disembodied hands rose up from the void, they flew past Puffy. Tommy screeched as he was grabbed around the waist and into the air.
"Put me down you bastard!" Tommy squirmed in the hold, his feet dangling in the air. The hand only held him tighter.
Tubbo made a jump for the hand, but it was too late. It was far too high in the air.
Tommy was brought closer to the face of the figure. He could see every detail of the porcelain-like skin. It was nearly flat, aside from the open slits that revealed the pools of ichor. There were no other features, no nose, no ears, and no visible mouth.
"I know who you are." It`s voice was low, it rattled Tommy`s form. It let Tommy rest on it`s palm, thousands of feet in the air.
Tubbo, unnerved, started to run toward the deity, he was stopped by Puffy grabbing the back of his jacket.
"Not yet."
Tubbo looked back at her confused.
"What?"
Puffy shook her head.
"Can't we at least move a little closer?"
"Fine, but we ain't doin anythin."
There was a sickening snap as it`s previously smooth face split neat the bottom, ichor dripped from the crack as it curved into a perversion of a smile.
Tommy gagged at the sight.
"You are a very special creature, rare. I have never seen another one like you." Another hand came up, a large finger nudged Tommy's head.
"Hey don't touch me!" Tommy tried to bat the deity away from his head.
"Hmm, you haven't died, yet you have changed again." It tilted its enormous head.
Puffy yelled from the ground. This had gone on long enough.
"We have come because another has been stalkin Tommy. They have dug tunnels behind his walls. I have reason to believe that they will try and posses him soon." Tommy squeaked ad the deity tensed, it`s other hand coming down onto him.
A low rumble erupted from the deity. Tommy could feel the energy coursing through him. The previously still air began to move, wind whipping around. The smell of petrichor invaded Tommy`s nostrils and static ran through the air. Tommy covered his ears an screwed his eyes shut.
From the ground Tubbo was knocked over.
The god`s layer voice thundered out.
"Who."
Puffy covered her ears, thick coloured hair covering her eyes. She shouted,
"John!"
Everything stopped, so silent even breathing seemed muffled. The gods grip on Tommy loosened slightly.
"Is that so? One of my own spawn."
Tommy`s stomach lurched as he was put down, he stumbled. Tubbo, having picked himself up, ran to Tommy, catching him as he collapsed.
"This will be dealt with immediately." Two of its hands clapped, a light blinded the three.-
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Questions I've asked myself about the world recently:
Most of my stories start with a question. These are a few that have come to my mind recently.
Question: The dreamons are parasites, Tommy is a shapeshifter (not really but that's what we're going with) how do the dreamons take on his features? What would that do to their psyche?
Answer: They can't replicate him, so they become obsessed with him. This happens with a few other people like George. George is a fae and didn`t necessarily come from within the world of the dsmp. Quackity is an actual shapeshifter, that however just pisses them off. Same thing would happen with Karl where they would just be angry with him since he has a malleable form, but lucky for him they don`t interact all that much.
Question: Sapnap is a blaze, how did Bad not figure this out?
Answer: Short answer? Bad is oblivious af. He was a loner in the nether and then in the overworld he was scary looking so very few people were all that friendly to him. But honestly neither Bad nor Skeppy could tell that Sapnap was warmer than usual children because Bad runs hot (cause of demon stuff) and Skeppy has a hard time with temperature (being made of actual, literal, diamonds)
Question: How did Puffy go from the captain of a ship to a therapist?
Answer: It was an accident, sort of? She became a pseudo therapist to her crew (like a much more competent stede bonnet or a more empathetic jack sparrow). After a lifetime of weirdness she kind of got tired of it all and retired from pirating. Therapy was a joke job at first, in every community she went to she became `Papa Puffy` taking care of people giving advice etc. So being the pirate that she was she opened up an actual practice and started charging people.
Puffy spent the next week embroiled in her research, that night with the blobs concerned her. She spent more hours with them, offering to take over watching them from Foolish.
They were evolving, changing in ways that she wasn't expecting.
What had been barely visible bumps near the base of one of them were now sticking out significantly, and it had only been a few days. She watched as Drista tried to move the stubby things, it was as if she was trying to walk on peg legs. It was a funny sight to see, the blob try to walk out of its own accord, tripping over everything. Puffy would compare it to a baby learning to walk. Although she supposed that's what they were. XD, the bastard, hadn’t told her anything about them. Not even their age, she had to wonder how old they were and if that even mattered, seeing how fast they were maturing.
They were close to Bad’s island now, if her calculations were correct -and they usually were- they would arrive sometime that day.
She would be grateful when they did.
Dream had at stayed out of trouble since their ‘talk’ but she wasn't quite sure that was a good thing. Now, he spent his days sulking in the crows nest or below deck messing with his dagger.
She had tried to talk to him about it but he just ignored her and went back to his own thing.
She was watching the blobs toddle about her desk when she heard the cry from above, the loud shout signalling that they were near the port.
She sighed, relieved and made her way out of her cabin. Not before placing the blobs in a pen made of dozens of large heavy books.
They had docked, or at least, the closest that they could get to docking. In reality they had beached themselves in the shallows that surrounded the island. Bad’s island had no proper port. Puffy rolled her eyes as she saw the crew scramble to raise the anchor and get the sails lowered. It would be a pain in the ass to get them back out into open waters again.
From the shoreline she could see an enormous dark figure waving to her, she waved back and with a hop over the railing splashed into the coarse sand and waded towards the figure.
"Aye, Bad!" She called out as she stomped her way through the ocean to him.
Puffy was no small woman, at just over seven foot tall she towered over the majority of the people she came across, hybrid or not. But next to Bad she looked absolutely tiny, her head barely reaching his chest.
"Puffy, its nice to see you again. What brings you here?" His high pitched voice was soft, as he greeted her, leaning down to shake her hand.
She ignored the hand and wrapped her arms around his waist. He squeaked in surprise as he was lifted a few inches off the ground.
"Canne just visit an ol` friend?"
"What, I mean yeah, sure, absolutely." He nervously smiled.
Puffy decided to grant him mercy and end his self induced awkwardness.
“But yer right. I'm not just here to visit."
She looked back at the ship, watching as her crew rowed closer to shore in small boats and dinghies. Foolish and Dream both forwent the boats entirely, choosing to swim instead.
"Do ye mind if we go somewhere more private to talk?" Her voice took on a more sombre tone.
Bad nodded.
"Yeah, yeah totally. How about we go to my house? I’ve been working on some improvements since you were last here." His grin shone against the void of his face, standing out in a slightly unnerving manner.
The two of them walked away from the beach until they came upon a grassy clearing. The house didn't look any different than it had before, the quartz mansion still the same as it had always been. Puffy cast a look at Bad, wondering what exactly he and his gemfolk did all day.
As if answering her silent question Bad nervously rubbed the back of his neck as he opened the doors.
"There have been a few setbacks in improving the place."
Puffy sauntered in, taking it all in. She settled herself down on a couch. She noticed it wasn’t plush like she remembered but instead was a stiff off red leather.
"Setbacks?" She raised her eyebrows at Bad.
He sat in a chair across from her, setting down two cups of tea, bending his knees to make himself more comfortable. His ridiculous height making everything else seem small.
"Yeah... so you know how I just kind of, found Sapnap in the nether?" Puffy nodded.
"At first I thought he was some sort of demon, figured he was soul, or common like me." He gestured with his teacup.
Puffy sat up in her chair, leaning forward in interest cupping her own mug in her hands.
"And he’s not?" She guessed, she waited for Bad to continue. And when he didn’t she asked. “So, what is he?"
Bad fumbled for a second. Puffy took a sip. "He’s a blaze."
"Bleedin nether Bad!" She exclaimed, nearly spraying her tea all over Bad.
"Language."
"I ain't never heard of a blaze hybrid."
Bad shrugged.
"Neither had I. Needless to say it's been causing some... issues. Mostly around the fact that whenever his emotions get the better of him, he accidentally sets things on fire. And since he's reaching puberty and all that it's been..."
"A lot?" She finished for him.
Bad looked at her appreciatively.
"Yeah."
"That actually reminds me why I'm here."
"Oh right, sorry about that. I got caught up in talking about Sapnap and completely forgot about that."
She waved him off, pausing to take a sip of her tea. She set it down and looked up at him.
"I need ye to take the boys for a while."
Bad looked apprehensive.
"I love your boys, and obviously Pandas would be happy to have his best friend around, but this seems like a bit more than just a sleepover."
Puffy clasped her hands together.
"Yer right." She took a deep breath. "A while back I was visited by XD."
"XD?"
"Came to me in the middle of the night, scared the shite-"
"Language."
"outta me and the boys. Dropped some of its spawn on my ship."
"Are they dangerous?" Bad nearly whispered, holding his tea close to his chest.
"The spawn? Nah, not right now they're not. They're just like toddlers or living hacky-sacks."
