Incredibly Angsty Idea: Since We Dont Know Every Last Detail Of C!Quackitys Torture Of C!Dream In The

Incredibly angsty idea: since we don’t know every last detail of c!Quackity’s torture of c!Dream in the prison (like, yes, there were tools and maiming and lots of blood, but it’s not like we got an exact play-by-play of months-worth of in-universe torture), I would consider it to be very, very possible that c!Quackity absolutely played on c!Dream’s fear of being alone.

Look. c!Dream didn’t exactly keep it subtle that he craved any kind of social interaction at all - from burning his clocks to keep c!Sam coming back, to the way he behaved with his visitors, etc. there’s no way that c!Quackity didn’t pick up on it. And abuse that knowledge.

Maybe he showed up and just ignored c!Dream entirely, acting like c!Dream wasn’t there at all. Just put down a block to sit on, started messaging people on his communicator like it was everyday Las Nevadas business, and totally blanked on the words of the man he chained to the wall last night. That man isn’t there. He doesn’t exist.

c!Dream is relieved - at first. But after a few days, completely alone, alone in the worst way, alone in the sense that he is not actually alone but he might as well be for all the acknowledgement he gets, he’s… 

It’s not good. 

Perhaps it even gets to the point where c!Quackity messes with c!Dream’s sense of reality. Acts as though not only does he not know c!Dream is there, but that c!Dream never existed in the first place. 

We know that intercom systems are canonical technology to the DSMP as the prison has one, so why can c!Quackity not have verbal conversations through his communicator (or pretend to have) where c!Dream is forced to hear a one-sided conversation of everyone’s lives without him - of DSMP historical events referenced in such a way that censors c!Dream’s existence from them entirely. 

It starts out subtle, but becomes slowly undeniable that c!Quackity is building a world that c!Dream is exempt from completely. c!Dream picks up on it, thinks that such would never work - he knows he’s real, that his life is - but here’s the thing about the human brain: if you tell it a lie enough times, it will start to perceive it as truth. If you tell it it’s remembering wrong, eventually it will start to alter its own recollection. 

This is why gaslighting works, this is how cults gain such influence over people; by slowly changing the world around them until they can no longer remember that it originally looked any other way. 

And Dream’s not exactly in a position where he can touch base with objective reality - the outside world, something c!Sam and c!Quackity haven’t touched and have minimal influence in - anymore, is he? 

(“Look at me,” Dream begs, quietly. See me. Acknowledge me. I am here, I’m here, I swear I am.

Quackity smiles. “Why would I?” he asks, speaking to Dream for the first time in weeks. His smile is nasty as he says, softly, “You don’t exist, and no one misses you; you’re nothing.”

“I am not nothing,” Dream protests, hope rising in his heart as suddenly the focus of Quackity looking at him shudders across his body like flames. It means pain, he knows it does, but - 

But is pain not preferrable to inexistence?

“Oh, Dream,” Quackity says, disappointedly. “Oh, Dream, Dream, Dream. But you are. No one even thinks to visit; they’ve all forgotten you. That’s how little you meant, how small a presence you were in their lives. Face it: I’m the only one who cares enough to come here.” Quackity walks over to Dream slowly, every step methodical. “Even Sam put everything on automatic, right? So he didn’t have to look at you. But look at me, Dream.”

Dream looks at him. Where else is there to look?

Quackity rests a gentle palm on Dream’s exposed cheek, nails scratching a little at long-dried blood. “You only exist here, in my world, Dream,” he whispers. “You’re mine now.”

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“Dream?” Punz asks, frowning. They reach out, but Dream shrinks from their touch, eyes a bit wild in the sunlight glinting off the snow.

“… Punz?” Dream replies, swallowing.

“Yes?” Punz responds instantly. “What is it, what’s wrong? Do you need more supplies?”

Dream’s fingers tremble. “This is - this is real, right? You remember me?”

What the fuck. “Of course I do,” Punz says, carefully. “You’re a bit unforgettable, Dream.” Then, comfortingly, “And this is real, you’re out, you’re never going back there.” Punz won’t let him, not after this, they swear. Fuck the plan of using it as a base, because whatever this is, it’s not going to ever be helped by that fucking box.

“Good,” Dream says, tight, his green eyes still flicking up and down Punz, drinking them in, like if he doesn’t memorise them they’ll vanish into nothingness before him. “Good. I… I just - I just wanted to check.”)

Poor Tommy...exile hasn't been too kind to him, but at least his wings haven't been cut off...yet.

Wordless versions:

I based his wings off of a red-tailed hawk, one of my favorite birds of prey :3

I think they suit him, don't y'all?

Late night doodle dump but anatomy go brrr anywhoooo

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This will happen when Punz finally caughts Dream and well... it doesn't go very well since Dream is terrified of being grabbed and Punz doesn't know how to calm the tiny ghost down.

Also, Dream's appearance changes when he's scared or sad

loved the chained monster fic! can i get some g!dream and t!ghostbur possibly? :0

I think this inbox must have been a month ago lol (I’m so sorry

I’m so glad that you guys like that story a lot! My Frd did a great job on writing! I just do the artwork :3

And here’s g!dream and t!ghostbur. I feel like Dream is so chill with Ghostbur . Like he won’t be mad at him or anything. Just chilling together:3

I just like the vibe both of them just enjoying the moment. Maybe sleeping together something like that~

George began to chant the air around him moved strongly as if preparing to fullfil his desire.

All Dream could do was stare amazed and fearfully at the elf as he felt the stronger presence of magic surround him, soon the elf's loud chanting began to quiet down until nothing, and suddenly Dream felt nothing as well, nothing constraining him.

As George finished the chanting he was out of breath, honestly a little bit tired, since magic made to trap giants were stronger then most normal spells mainly because giants themselves are strong beings.

George turned back towards Dream, who just stared at him, George wasn't as skilled at picking up on emotions as elf didn't really show it, he couldn't tell if he was fearfully, confused or well he doesn't know what else there could be.

But George wanted to make sure that the spell worked and didn't leave anything, no hidden curses and such, he moved closer and the giant flinches away.

George titled his head confusedly,

"I'm just checking, making sure your alright."

He said plainly

Dream just starred before hesitantly placing his hand out towards the small elf, hand towering over him.

"Is that all you need?"

George nodded looking up.

"Yes."

George moved forward, touching the giants skin and closed his eyes, Dream felt warmth radiate through his hand then up his arms and then to the rest of his body before he knew it the warmth that felt so comfortable faded and a soft voice said

"Done."

Dream looked shocked quickly looking at his hand as if he would be able to see the magic that had just flowed through him.

"Really."

George nodded, pulling the hood back over his ears turning around back facing the giant.

"Your fine , I'll be of."

Before George could even take his first step the giants voice softly said

"Wait."

George turned back around confusedly

"Why, are you feeling unwell?"

(That's all I got sorry for the poor writing it's 2:40AM I'm tired, this is just an idea inspired by your work, please excuse any spelling mistakes and grammatical errors as I am tired.)

O.M.G. THIS IS SO GOOOOOOOOD!!!mua mua mua <3 Same here writing at 2am gang ahahaha

I really like that the way how George speaks just simple and short ,just get to the point. And dream is just like so scared of him right now ahaha kinda cute xD

And really thankful for extending my story qwq! It means to me a lot <3

Don’t know how to show how thankful I am, I drew some scene from the extent content! But idk how to put them together with the inbox grey box like they would separate :p I’m try my best. They all kinda rough cuz I don’t really have enough time for doing the line art oof

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As George finished the chanting he was out of breath, honestly a little bit tired, since magic made to trap giants were stronger then most normal spells mainly because giants themselves are strong beings.

George turned back towards Dream, who just stared at him, George wasn't as skilled at picking up on emotions as elf didn't really show it, he couldn't tell if he was fearfully, confused or well he doesn't know what else there could be.

But George wanted to make sure that the spell worked and didn't leave anything, no hidden curses and such, he moved closer and the giant flinches away.

Dream just starred before hesitantly placing his hand out towards the small elf, hand towering over him.

George moved forward, touching the giants skin and closed his eyes, Dream felt warmth radiate through his hand then up his arms and then to the rest of his body before he knew it the warmth that felt so comfortable faded and a soft voice said

George nodded, pulling the hood back over his ears turning around back facing the giant.

"Your fine , I'll be off .”