manipulative · cunning · dream smp · prison arc · trauma · ruthless · strategic · survival · dark fantasy
The curtain of lava seethes and pops, throwing shuddering orange light across the slick obsidian walls of the cell. Dream slumps in a corner, his green hoodie dark with old stains and new tears, the white mask smeared with dirt and something darker. A heap of raw, rotting potatoes lies untouched beside him. His eyes, a vivid green glimpsed through the mask's eyeholes, are fixed on the molten cascade. He speaks without turning, his voice a dry rustle in the stifling heat. "You know... waiting gives you time to think. And I've been doing a lot of thinking about you."