Blow Us All Away

Early L'manburg era c!fundy RP blog! Check pinned for info

[little-champion]

HIHI!!

Intro!

~Early L’manberg c!fundy ask and roleplay blog. Just roleplaying the character with my own headcanons. Admin is @legacydreemurr. Feel free to follow here or there, as well as my c!Callahan blog @silenthooves and my OTHER c!fundy blog, @foxsized!

~Admin uses star/stars and pup/pups pronouns, fem terms only!

~Character uses he/him and she/her pronouns & any terms!

~Pfp is by @a4g​, banner is by @underscore-ghostea​!

Tags!

#yipyip- general talk tag, in character posts

#pingping! - ask tag; all asks without a character specified will go here.

#ooc - admin post! Also any ooc tags [will be in brackets!]

#pawprints - descriptive thread tag

#chrrp?- replies to posts and asks from other characters!

#pretty picture - any art that might get made for the blog!

#loud noises - angst tag

#chimetime - playlist tag

Other things!

~please for all that is good, no nsfw. Admin is an adult and the character is a child!!! this stuff will definitely get deleted and probably ip blocked.

~Blog is based right around the first War! I use a lot of headcanons about the level of development of L’manburg. Fundy is actually somewhere between 2-3 months old (red foxes reach adulthood in seven months) but in relation to human aging, is about 3-6 years old.

~if you have any ooc questions for me, feel free to send them to my main! I love to talk to people. I can answer them here too if necessary but it's easier there so I don't have to deal with brackets.

[little-champion]

Soldier, Poet, King

The Soldier

Fundy had always looked at Uncle Tommy as a playmate. He was fairly small, like the kit, and had a penchant for fun and pranks. Fundy remembered a lot of running around with Tommy and spooking people, and sitting with him and Niki in the fields when Papa was too busy. She also remembered biting him, he was very bitable and he would make funny noises when bitten and everyone would laugh!!

Recently they were at “war”. This was a fun game too! Less running around and more fumbling with a bow and a wooden sword. Nobody else seemed to be having fun though… but Papa had let Fundy play dress up, so it couldn’t be a bad grown up thing, right?

The Poet

Papa was the best papa in the world! Sure he could get a little bit loud about things and talk lots, but he told her once that he got loud because he cared, and that was impor- import- it was big! It’s a good thing to care! And Tommy was loud allllll the time! And Fundy liked being loud! 

Sometimes now, though, Papa would shut himself away in his office for a long time and wouldn’t have any time for playing or dancing or music, and that made Fundy sad. She didn’t like the quiet very much. And when he came out, he always looked sadder than she had been in the quiet. Maybe he didn’t like it very much either, and so Fundy would always try to find ways to be as loud as possible!

The King

Unka Tech! Fundy remembered a lot more about Techno than g’andpa, as little as it was. He played really great music on the violin! He wasn’t very happy when Fundy chewed on the stick for it, but it was a stick!! Plus Fundy always had the sense that nothing could ever hurt them when he was around.

It’s too bad that one day she would find out why. One day, he would see Techno’s creased brow as others ran, as destruction rained. Nobody could ever hurt Technoblade, because he was the most skilled at it. And it hurt to see him on the other side of the fight. She would be a little older then, old enough to know that war was not a game and that the quiet was never to be trusted, and that she would have to learn to make her own music, because nobody was going to play it for her.

[little-champion]

One second Fundy was washing berry juice off her paws with Big Fox, picking up her comm, and the next she was falling.

Not that it hurt, but everything was bright and white!! Fundy had to shut his eyes to keep them from hurting at first, plus also it was scary rolling down a hill!!! At some point she felt herself shift into her fox form, yipping with every bounce.

Eventually he rolled to a stop. As he stumbled to his feet, he realized everything was bright and white because it was snowing!! And also, she wasn’t where she was before...

She looked up and saw the walls that she knew, that she hadn’t seen since she had run off and found that weird big comm.

She was home!!! Which meant papa was.. somewhere!!

[foxsized]

(Drista likes that in chaos, she can be wherever she wants all at once. Who cares about rules of space and time? All she knows is her search for players, after all. And here she finds an interesting situation that she, of course, noses into.)

ooh, what's goin' on here?

-@forksandchaos

Fundy steps away from the crater and uses her free hand to brush the ash off the hem of her dress. She's bouncing the kit in her arm and shushing her, trying to calm her down. She's too busy with the thoughts swarming in her head and with the crying kit to notice the new arrival, though her ear does twitch, registering on some level that something was heard.

[forksandchaos]

Upon seeing the crying baby, her interest slightly piques.

"Hm."

She glitches and is suddenly closer, inspecting the child and fully getting into Fundy's personal space. She's interested in how there's two of them- and more importantly, why.

[foxsized]

The older fox stumbles back with a startled yelp, finally being forced to notice the.. floating being.

“Hey, woah.”

She wraps her free arm around her younger self protectively, not knowing this god and whether she’s a threat or not. “Who.. are you?”

[forksandchaos]

"Oh! I'm Drista, good to meet you. You are...?"

She smiles (maybe a little too wide, sue her, she's excited!) and extends a hand, after backing up as to not smack the child.

[foxsized]

Fundy studies Drista, studies her being entirely unfazed by the sobbing kit, and tentatively reaches out a paw to shake. “Fundy. And this is. Also Fundy. Don’t ask how, I haven’t figured it out yet.”

She debates asking about what is going on, but goes back to focusing on the kit.

[forksandchaos]

She giggles and shakes her hand eagerly. "That's the fun of this all! Nobody actually knows what's happening, it's awesome!"

Her entire body glitches, she stays in place, and for a moment her face contorts as if she's in pain. She shakes her head for a moment, and then looks completely refreshed.

She snaps her fingers and holds out a handful of berries to the kid. "You like these? Uh- maybe?"

[little-champion]

Fundy's sobs slowly subside as she looks at Drista, reaching up not for the berries but to tug with her hair! "P'itty hair.."

[forksandchaos]

"Aah- what the f-" She glitches, and only the end of the word is caught afterwards. "-ck!"

After a moment of her hair being held, she relaxes and processes what the little Fundy said. "Oh- uh- thanks little- uh- little fox? I appreciate it? So- uh-"

She looks up at the older Fundy from her bent down, hair-being-pulled position. "Whenabouts did you guys get he- eeeere" She winces as her hair is tugged.

[foxsized]

Fundy fusses at the kit until he lets go of Drista’s hair, and moves him to her other side so the goddess is out of reach,

“Well, I got here a few hours ago. I.. think? And then this little guy just. Popped into existence while I was walking over here.”

She looks away, towards the crater. “I don’t understand. My home... It’s like we never even built it.”

[forksandchaos]

"Oh, well." She laughs- somewhat nervously, though it could be interpreted in any sense. "I mean, I'm sure it'll make sense in time- your home is different now! it's a brand new server, y'know?"

She hasn't the slightest idea how to manage people. She figured before that the players here wouldn't have backstories- or worse- complex emotions.

She hasn't had great luck so far in that- someone with the same emotional dissociation as her, so she looks around awkwardly. "Aha, so anyway, is there something else I can help you with before I-" She clicks her tongue. "Skedaddle? I could give you an axe to help get building materials, maybe!"

[foxsized]

Something flickers despondently in Fundy's chest, but she takes a moment, breathes, and lets it flutter away. Everything goes on, and you'll be okay one way or another. This is just another hurdle.

She shakes her head a little as if clearing it out before she replies, "Yeah, an axe would be nice. You wanna help me punch some trees, little one?"

[little-champion]

The kit chirps and giggles. "YEAH! PUNCH!!" She flails her fists in the air and both girls have to weave about to avoid getting bapped.

[foxsized]

(Drista likes that in chaos, she can be wherever she wants all at once. Who cares about rules of space and time? All she knows is her search for players, after all. And here she finds an interesting situation that she, of course, noses into.)

ooh, what's goin' on here?

-@forksandchaos

Fundy steps away from the crater and uses her free hand to brush the ash off the hem of her dress. She's bouncing the kit in her arm and shushing her, trying to calm her down. She's too busy with the thoughts swarming in her head and with the crying kit to notice the new arrival, though her ear does twitch, registering on some level that something was heard.

[forksandchaos]

Upon seeing the crying baby, her interest slightly piques.

"Hm."

She glitches and is suddenly closer, inspecting the child and fully getting into Fundy's personal space. She's interested in how there's two of them- and more importantly, why.

[foxsized]

The older fox stumbles back with a startled yelp, finally being forced to notice the.. floating being.

“Hey, woah.”

She wraps her free arm around her younger self protectively, not knowing this god and whether she’s a threat or not. “Who.. are you?”

[forksandchaos]

"Oh! I'm Drista, good to meet you. You are...?"

She smiles (maybe a little too wide, sue her, she's excited!) and extends a hand, after backing up as to not smack the child.

[foxsized]

Fundy studies Drista, studies her being entirely unfazed by the sobbing kit, and tentatively reaches out a paw to shake. “Fundy. And this is. Also Fundy. Don’t ask how, I haven’t figured it out yet.”

She debates asking about what is going on, but goes back to focusing on the kit.

[forksandchaos]

She giggles and shakes her hand eagerly. "That's the fun of this all! Nobody actually knows what's happening, it's awesome!"

Her entire body glitches, she stays in place, and for a moment her face contorts as if she's in pain. She shakes her head for a moment, and then looks completely refreshed.

She snaps her fingers and holds out a handful of berries to the kid. "You like these? Uh- maybe?"

[little-champion]

Fundy's sobs slowly subside as she looks at Drista, reaching up not for the berries but to tug with her hair! "P'itty hair.."

[little-champion]

Fundy tumbled through scene after scene again, the odd comm in her hand. She chirped and wailed as she was thrown through spacetime, until she was dropped suddenly into one-

And immediately started rolling down a grassy hill.

[foxsized]

Fundy was walking towards where she knew her home to be. She had left Niki behind a bit ago.

Thudding came from somewhere above her, and though she’d usually ignore it, it was accompanied by the wails of a small child. Wails that made her turn her head just before the child would have collided with her legs.

She reached down to stop him just in time, her paws bracing him to a stop.

“Hey there kiddo, watch where you’re rolling-” She stopped midsentence as she stared down at the fox. “You…”

The fox wore her uniform. Her uniform, from a time when she was too little to understand what it stood for. From a time when she knew so little.

[little-champion]

Fundy looked up at the older fox, blinking. She cocked her head to the side before shifting to her hybrid state. A smile then spread across his face as he giggled. “Yoo’re p'itty!!!!” He stood up and shook himself off, then ran a circle around her. “Yoo gots flag colors!!! Are yoo part of L'manburg?”

[foxsized]

Fundy laughed and reached down to pick up the kit, looking her up and down (mainly to make sure he wasn’t hurt). There was no mistaking it.

“I am, kinda! Was..kinda.” She looks ahead towards her goal. “It’s been a while since I’ve been back. Do you wanna come with me to see it?”

[little-champion]

Fundy squealed with delight at being picked up and tilted around, then nodded and got comfy in the woman’s arms as they walked through the server. There was sooo much big and pretty stuff!! Fundy didn’t remember all of this being here!! She chirped and clapped her paws together at all the big buildings as they passed.

And then they descended down the stairs, and Fundy turned to see…

L’manburg. Home. The camarvan, Niki’s bakery, though the scent of fresh pastries wasn’t in the air like it usually was. It smelled like old smoke. The kit rubbed at her snout, her eyes unable to focus for some odd reason.

[foxsized]

She looked at Conceda, a frown on her face. The town she and her father had rebuilt by hand and paw to bridge the conflicts and pain. It was empty, impossibly empty. The lights were on and nobody was home. It wasn’t normal. Where she should have felt relief, she felt anxiety. Where was everyone? Why couldn’t her eyes focus? And why did the smell of old sulfur make the air taste so stale?

She took a step onto the wooden paths- and felt dirt beneath her paws. Confused, she stared down at the ground, trying to blink away whatever was making her eyes water. The path was there- and then it seemed to slide out of existence, replaced by pebbly dirt. She looked up, tried to focus on her house in the distance, and the buildings did the same thing.

Something was wrong here. Conceda wasn’t real-

And then she almost slipped, a yelp escaping her as her free arm grabbed at a broken fence to keep her and the kit in her arms from falling into the crater, which a moment ago had been covered in glass.

[little-champion]

Fundy cried out at the sudden movement, looking down as the illusion slipped in her vision, revealing the same big hole he had just been at. L’manburg was gone. His papa wasn’t here. He still wasn’t home.

Tears welled up in her eyes and hiccuping sobs came from her chest, tucking herself into the older fox’s chest.

[little-champion]

Fundy tumbled through scene after scene again, the odd comm in her hand. She chirped and wailed as she was thrown through spacetime, until she was dropped suddenly into one-

And immediately started rolling down a grassy hill.

[foxsized]

Fundy was walking towards where she knew her home to be. She had left Niki behind a bit ago.

Thudding came from somewhere above her, and though she’d usually ignore it, it was accompanied by the wails of a small child. Wails that made her turn her head just before the child would have collided with her legs.

She reached down to stop him just in time, her paws bracing him to a stop.

“Hey there kiddo, watch where you’re rolling-” She stopped midsentence as she stared down at the fox. “You…”

The fox wore her uniform. Her uniform, from a time when she was too little to understand what it stood for. From a time when she knew so little.

[little-champion]

Fundy looked up at the older fox, blinking. She cocked her head to the side before shifting to her hybrid state. A smile then spread across his face as he giggled. “Yoo’re p'itty!!!!” He stood up and shook himself off, then ran a circle around her. “Yoo gots flag colors!!! Are yoo part of L'manburg?”

[foxsized]

Fundy laughed and reached down to pick up the kit, looking her up and down (mainly to make sure he wasn’t hurt). There was no mistaking it.

“I am, kinda! Was..kinda.” She looks ahead towards her goal. “It’s been a while since I’ve been back. Do you wanna come with me to see it?”

[little-champion]

Fundy squealed with delight at being picked up and tilted around, then nodded and got comfy in the woman's arms as they walked through the server. There was sooo much big and pretty stuff!! Fundy didn't remember all of this being here!! She chirped and clapped her paws together at all the big buildings as they passed.

And then they descended down the stairs, and Fundy turned to see...

L’manburg. Home. The camarvan, Niki’s bakery, though the scent of fresh pastries wasn’t in the air like it usually was. It smelled like old smoke. The kit rubbed at her snout, her eyes unable to focus for some odd reason.

[little-champion]

Fundy tumbled through scene after scene again, the odd comm in her hand. She chirped and wailed as she was thrown through spacetime, until she was dropped suddenly into one-

And immediately started rolling down a grassy hill.

[foxsized]

Fundy was walking towards where she knew her home to be. She had left Niki behind a bit ago.

Thudding came from somewhere above her, and though she’d usually ignore it, it was accompanied by the wails of a small child. Wails that made her turn her head just before the child would have collided with her legs.

She reached down to stop him just in time, her paws bracing him to a stop.

“Hey there kiddo, watch where you’re rolling-” She stopped midsentence as she stared down at the fox. “You…”

The fox wore her uniform. Her uniform, from a time when she was too little to understand what it stood for. From a time when she knew so little.

[little-champion]

Fundy looked up at the older fox, blinking. She cocked her head to the side before shifting to her hybrid state. A smile then spread across his face as he giggled. "Yoo're p'itty!!!!" He stood up and shook himself off, then ran a circle around her. "Yoo gots flag colors!!! Are yoo part of L'manburg?"

[little-champion]

Fundy tumbled through scene after scene again, the odd comm in her hand. She chirped and wailed as she was thrown through spacetime, until she was dropped suddenly into one-

And immediately started rolling down a grassy hill.

[little-champion]

In between one blink and the next, Fundy ended up somewhere.. pretty dark.

Well, dark in the sense that it was surrounded by black. For a moment, she thought she was back in L'manberg, staring at the walls. Then she felt the sheer heat surrounding her. It was stifling, much different from the tundra she had just come from. And she wasn't see-through anymore. Eret was gone too...

And then he turned and saw Dream. The fox backed up instinctively, ready to run. His papa's words echoed in his ears about how he should never go near the man.

But maybe Dream could help him figure out the funny comm. She toddled up behind him and stood awkwardly with her hands fiddling with her dress.

"Um.. Deam?"

(@dreamnbloggin)

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream had been enjoying his alone time in the prison after removing all the icky pests. Key word, had.

He'd been lounging in one of the vast rooms of Pandora's Vault, trying to figure out which material would look best with the obsidian and blackstone. He didn't have the time or the patience to fuck it up, and the looming grunt of an Elder Guardian reminded him of that fact.

He heard the kit before he saw her, and he stilled, listening to her small self pad up behind him.

And he smiled, his lips cracking at the strain it put on the dehydrated skin.

Dream looked down at the child, green eyes dulled to a soft yellow in the warm light of the room. He raised his arm above her, careful not to let her touch him. Children are small and sticky, and he'd rather not soil his skin with whatever germs the child must have managed to pick up.

"Hello, can I help you?"

[little-champion]

Fundy's chest felt tight, and she took a step further back, but tried to be polite like papa said she should be. Her ears were pinned flat against her head and she was shaking a bit, even under the heat in the room.

"Uh.. can yoo help me? 'M tryin ta get home... Found this thingy and it sent me to Eretet! And it was cold. And den it sent me here!! I dunno how it woks.."

He held up the little comm. Anyone else would know it looked like it was made up of command block components.

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream's features furrowed in contemplation, before smoothing out again at the sight of the comm. His eyes widened, curiosity eventually overtaking his distaste for children.

He licked his lips and cleared his throat, before coughing a little.

"Oh, I'd absolutely love to."

He knelt down in front of the child, now face to face with her. He smoothed out the wrinkles from his black trousers, and ran a hand through his unruly hair.

"But, before I take a look, would you happen to have some water?" He asked, eyebrows drawn together in mock sympathy. "I'm absolutely parched."

[little-champion]

Fundy stilled as Dream got closer to him. There was something about him that seemed different from how he was back home. The Dream she had known was angry for some reason. But this one was.. creepy. And kind of stinky.

The kit dug through his inventory and pulled out a child's bottle filled with water that had a few slices of fruit floating inside. It was decorated with a forest at nighttime, with yellow stars in the sky. It was half empty, but he held it up to Dream.

"Umm.. here!"

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream graciously took the water bottle, crooked and bruised fingers looking more like gnarled branches of a tree than actual digits on a hand. His hands are wrapped in bandages, with red and brown smudging the dirty cloth.

He waterfalled the rest of it into his mouth, before gingerly handing the bottle back to Fundy.

"Thank you.." He trailed off, scrunching up his face in concentration as he tried to recall the name of the kit. "Kid. Thanks, kid."

Silence encompassed the room, save for the gentle hum of the dark walls, the gentle popping of lava, and the ominous whooshing mining fatigue made as it settled.

Dream fidgeted in place, acutely aware of how awkward this situation was.

"Here, how about we take a look at that comm, hm?"

[little-champion]

Fundy hesitantly took the bottle back and stuffed it away before looking up at the man with a guarded but curious expression. This wasn't the same Dream she knew after all. This Dream had marks and scars and looked like something bad had happened to him. He was creepy but maybe he wasn't bad like the Dream she knew. He didn't seem like he was gonna hurt her...

Fundy held up the comm again to him. "It showed up afta I messed with the big comm dat sent me to Eretet.. but my comm dat papa gived me doesn't do that!!"

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream nodded and hummed at the appropriate times, doing his best to engage with the kid.

He tried to process the information, taking the comm as it was offered to him. He studied it for a moment, before resting his gaze on the child again.

This kid knows Eret. Alright. And she has a 'papa', whoever that is. Interesting.

"I see— That's very interesting." Dream paused, and gripped the comm a little tighter.

He took in his surroundings warily, and stood up to saunter over to the nearest chest. He shuffled through the different items within it, before pulling out some shears and various other tools he could use to pick the comm apart.

Once he finished, he sat down criss-cross-apple-sauce in front of Fundy, the comm between the two of them. He has it flipped onto its back, concentrating with all of his might to take apart the device without accidentally harming it. His hands, though battered and bloodied, work steady and slow.

"Kid," he started, "you seem oddly familiar with me. Do I— Do we know each other? You know my name and everything."

Dream eyed the little fox, scrutinizing his small paws and puffy dress.

[little-champion]

Fundy watched Dream work and settled on the ground in front of him, fidgeting her paws in the brief silence. She startled and her ears perked at his question, though she straightened up with pride like she was important because her papa was!

"Um!! I'm . Pesident Wibba's kit! I wach when you guys meet n then.. Okay I don't wach when yoo yell...I dun like loud noises.."

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream's hands stopped moving at the mention of Wilbur's name, hands flexing against his tools.

He exhaled a sigh of laughter, though it sounded bitter as it echoed against the walls.

"Fundy, then, hm?" Dream gave the kit a smile and a partially raised brow, before returning to tinker with the comm.

He worked in silence for several moments longer, unsure of what more to say. It's not every day that you meet Wilbur's kid's child version of herself while trying to design a chandelier for your cage-turned-home.

And, to top it all off, Wilbur isn't exactly his favorite person at the moment, either. Dream grinned to himself, imagining the wrinkled bastard losing whatever marbles he didn't sell on Craigslist at Dream's current situation.

Dream blinked for a moment, remembering that he needed to stay present right now. He wouldn't get another chance to work on something like this comm, and he wasn't going to fuck it up.

"Well, you don't have to worry, Fundy." Dream smiled again. "I won't yell, not here."

If there's one thing Dream knew, it's that children are quick and unpredictable. He needed to stay likeable and calm, cater to what the child wanted.

Who knows what havoc she'd wreak if upset.

[little-champion]

Fundy relaxed at his words, and was content to sit and watch as Dream worked- except then he twisted something in the console and things changed.

Places passed in a blur, stopping for a moment then blurring again. The tundra she had seen Eret in. The Prime Path.

And then they stopped as Dream twisted something again. They stood on a bridge over a big hole that was overgrown with vines and greenery.

Fundy looked over the fencing and saw the L’manburg flag at the bottom- what was that doing here?

...And then she realized she was very high in the air. She backed away from the edge and stumbled backwards, falling onto her butt. Her eyes were wide with fear and she whimpered, wrapping her tail around herself.

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream doesn't bother to look up from his work as the world blurred and stilled around the two of them. He was busy, and his work required his full attention.

That is until he heard Fundy softly whimper after falling backwards from the edge of the bridge. He stilled his hand movements and set his tools aside.

Briefly glancing at Fundy revealed that she's perfectly fine physically, and just a little bit shaken up from the sudden environment change. He scowled in slight confusion, as there really wasn't much to be afraid of here.

Here. Where is here, exactly?

Dream took in his surroundings with a deep breath, standing up from the floor to stretch his limbs up and out. The air smelled fresh and green, and a soft mist tickled his skin from the cascading falls splashing below.

L'manberg. Or, L'manhole, to be more exact.

They stood on the bridge overlooking the giant hole in the earth, the obsidian grid casting faded shadows beneath and on them. Leaves gently danced as they fell from the shrubbery decorating the grid.

After thoroughly stretching, Dream cautiously approached Fundy, plastering a soft smile to his face.

In the natural light, his features looked less foreboding. Soft, even. Blond hair caught the sunlight, and his eyes reflected a brilliant green rather than a dull gold.

"Hey, it's okay. You won't fall, and even if you did, I've got enderpearls."

He squatted down next to the fallen kit, hands resting on his knees.

Upon closer inspection, you can see that his nails are painted black that shimmers purple in the light. It'd been much too dark to discern before in the darkness of the prison.

After a moment of consideration, he offered Fundy his hand so that he could help her up.

"You're safe here."

[little-champion]

Fundy looked up at Dream, eyes welling up with tears of fear. The fox took his hand and pulled himself up and immediately latched onto him in a tight hug, sobbing and hiccuping into his shoulder, shaking like a leaf. Her father’s words roared in his head about not trusting Dream, about staying away from him, but he was his only lifeline right now. She held on to him for dear life.

[dreamnbloggin]

Now, this.

This was something Dream was highly uncomfortable with. He didn't like children. They're small and sticky and loud and stupid— He could go on and on.

But he knew Fundy was too young to understand that his stiffness and hesitancy was because he felt discontent. He knew Fundy couldn't see the way his face contorted with visible disgust at the physical contact.

And so he stayed put, hummed in acknowledgement, and reciprocated the hug in the best way he could, gently patting Fundy's back.

Dream was an abuser, a war criminal, a terrorist, and a known manipulator, but he wasn't as vile of a person to let this small child wail and cry uncomforted.

"Hey, hey—" he murmured, "you're okay. You're safe. You're real. You're here."

He repeated the words like a soft chant, hoping it manifested some sort of safety within Fundy's mind so that he eventually would let Dream go. Perhaps he's muttering it to himself as well, but he'd rather die than admit it.

The longer the hug held out, the more his body cramped and his muscles stiffened. He clenched his jaw shut for a moment.

He looked around, searching for any and everything that could possibly comfort Fundy enough into freeing him.

"Look, look! Look around! Um," desperation bled into his voice as he spoke, "look at the pretty leaves and water and sky!"

[little-champion]

Fundy's sobs abated, though she sniffled as she pulled away. She did look at the leaves and water and sky. And she saw the prime path entrance to L'manberg.

But they weren't in L'manberg. They were at Unidentified Big Hole.

"Deam? Where aww we? Dis isn't home?"

[dreamnbloggin]

"Oh, this is L'manberg." Little thought went into the words as he spoke them.

As soon as they're past his tongue, he winced.

This is her home. Or, at least is was.

"I mean, um.." his face warped with concern, unable to find words to amend what he had just done.

[little-champion]

Fundy cocked his head to the side in confusion. "Nuh uh! Dis is a big hole!!! Home's notta big hole. Home has waaaalls, an' da hto dog van, an' Niki's bakery, an' L'mantee, da flag, an' papa! Dis not home!!"

She was starting to look frustrated, her fur rising a little as her brows furrowed. "Dumb comm!! Wanna go home!"

[little-champion]

In between one blink and the next, Fundy ended up somewhere.. pretty dark.

Well, dark in the sense that it was surrounded by black. For a moment, she thought she was back in L'manberg, staring at the walls. Then she felt the sheer heat surrounding her. It was stifling, much different from the tundra she had just come from. And she wasn't see-through anymore. Eret was gone too...

And then he turned and saw Dream. The fox backed up instinctively, ready to run. His papa's words echoed in his ears about how he should never go near the man.

But maybe Dream could help him figure out the funny comm. She toddled up behind him and stood awkwardly with her hands fiddling with her dress.

"Um.. Deam?"

(@dreamnbloggin)

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream had been enjoying his alone time in the prison after removing all the icky pests. Key word, had.

He'd been lounging in one of the vast rooms of Pandora's Vault, trying to figure out which material would look best with the obsidian and blackstone. He didn't have the time or the patience to fuck it up, and the looming grunt of an Elder Guardian reminded him of that fact.

He heard the kit before he saw her, and he stilled, listening to her small self pad up behind him.

And he smiled, his lips cracking at the strain it put on the dehydrated skin.

Dream looked down at the child, green eyes dulled to a soft yellow in the warm light of the room. He raised his arm above her, careful not to let her touch him. Children are small and sticky, and he'd rather not soil his skin with whatever germs the child must have managed to pick up.

"Hello, can I help you?"

[little-champion]

Fundy's chest felt tight, and she took a step further back, but tried to be polite like papa said she should be. Her ears were pinned flat against her head and she was shaking a bit, even under the heat in the room.

"Uh.. can yoo help me? 'M tryin ta get home... Found this thingy and it sent me to Eretet! And it was cold. And den it sent me here!! I dunno how it woks.."

He held up the little comm. Anyone else would know it looked like it was made up of command block components.

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream's features furrowed in contemplation, before smoothing out again at the sight of the comm. His eyes widened, curiosity eventually overtaking his distaste for children.

He licked his lips and cleared his throat, before coughing a little.

"Oh, I'd absolutely love to."

He knelt down in front of the child, now face to face with her. He smoothed out the wrinkles from his black trousers, and ran a hand through his unruly hair.

"But, before I take a look, would you happen to have some water?" He asked, eyebrows drawn together in mock sympathy. "I'm absolutely parched."

[little-champion]

Fundy stilled as Dream got closer to him. There was something about him that seemed different from how he was back home. The Dream she had known was angry for some reason. But this one was.. creepy. And kind of stinky.

The kit dug through his inventory and pulled out a child's bottle filled with water that had a few slices of fruit floating inside. It was decorated with a forest at nighttime, with yellow stars in the sky. It was half empty, but he held it up to Dream.

"Umm.. here!"

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream graciously took the water bottle, crooked and bruised fingers looking more like gnarled branches of a tree than actual digits on a hand. His hands are wrapped in bandages, with red and brown smudging the dirty cloth.

He waterfalled the rest of it into his mouth, before gingerly handing the bottle back to Fundy.

"Thank you.." He trailed off, scrunching up his face in concentration as he tried to recall the name of the kit. "Kid. Thanks, kid."

Silence encompassed the room, save for the gentle hum of the dark walls, the gentle popping of lava, and the ominous whooshing mining fatigue made as it settled.

Dream fidgeted in place, acutely aware of how awkward this situation was.

"Here, how about we take a look at that comm, hm?"

[little-champion]

Fundy hesitantly took the bottle back and stuffed it away before looking up at the man with a guarded but curious expression. This wasn't the same Dream she knew after all. This Dream had marks and scars and looked like something bad had happened to him. He was creepy but maybe he wasn't bad like the Dream she knew. He didn't seem like he was gonna hurt her...

Fundy held up the comm again to him. "It showed up afta I messed with the big comm dat sent me to Eretet.. but my comm dat papa gived me doesn't do that!!"

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream nodded and hummed at the appropriate times, doing his best to engage with the kid.

He tried to process the information, taking the comm as it was offered to him. He studied it for a moment, before resting his gaze on the child again.

This kid knows Eret. Alright. And she has a 'papa', whoever that is. Interesting.

"I see— That's very interesting." Dream paused, and gripped the comm a little tighter.

He took in his surroundings warily, and stood up to saunter over to the nearest chest. He shuffled through the different items within it, before pulling out some shears and various other tools he could use to pick the comm apart.

Once he finished, he sat down criss-cross-apple-sauce in front of Fundy, the comm between the two of them. He has it flipped onto its back, concentrating with all of his might to take apart the device without accidentally harming it. His hands, though battered and bloodied, work steady and slow.

"Kid," he started, "you seem oddly familiar with me. Do I— Do we know each other? You know my name and everything."

Dream eyed the little fox, scrutinizing his small paws and puffy dress.

[little-champion]

Fundy watched Dream work and settled on the ground in front of him, fidgeting her paws in the brief silence. She startled and her ears perked at his question, though she straightened up with pride like she was important because her papa was!

"Um!! I'm . Pesident Wibba's kit! I wach when you guys meet n then.. Okay I don't wach when yoo yell...I dun like loud noises.."

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream's hands stopped moving at the mention of Wilbur's name, hands flexing against his tools.

He exhaled a sigh of laughter, though it sounded bitter as it echoed against the walls.

"Fundy, then, hm?" Dream gave the kit a smile and a partially raised brow, before returning to tinker with the comm.

He worked in silence for several moments longer, unsure of what more to say. It's not every day that you meet Wilbur's kid's child version of herself while trying to design a chandelier for your cage-turned-home.

And, to top it all off, Wilbur isn't exactly his favorite person at the moment, either. Dream grinned to himself, imagining the wrinkled bastard losing whatever marbles he didn't sell on Craigslist at Dream's current situation.

Dream blinked for a moment, remembering that he needed to stay present right now. He wouldn't get another chance to work on something like this comm, and he wasn't going to fuck it up.

"Well, you don't have to worry, Fundy." Dream smiled again. "I won't yell, not here."

If there's one thing Dream knew, it's that children are quick and unpredictable. He needed to stay likeable and calm, cater to what the child wanted.

Who knows what havoc she'd wreak if upset.

[little-champion]

Fundy relaxed at his words, and was content to sit and watch as Dream worked- except then he twisted something in the console and things changed.

Places passed in a blur, stopping for a moment then blurring again. The tundra she had seen Eret in. The Prime Path.

And then they stopped as Dream twisted something again. They stood on a bridge over a big hole that was overgrown with vines and greenery.

Fundy looked over the fencing and saw the L’manburg flag at the bottom- what was that doing here?

...And then she realized she was very high in the air. She backed away from the edge and stumbled backwards, falling onto her butt. Her eyes were wide with fear and she whimpered, wrapping her tail around herself.

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream doesn't bother to look up from his work as the world blurred and stilled around the two of them. He was busy, and his work required his full attention.

That is until he heard Fundy softly whimper after falling backwards from the edge of the bridge. He stilled his hand movements and set his tools aside.

Briefly glancing at Fundy revealed that she's perfectly fine physically, and just a little bit shaken up from the sudden environment change. He scowled in slight confusion, as there really wasn't much to be afraid of here.

Here. Where is here, exactly?

Dream took in his surroundings with a deep breath, standing up from the floor to stretch his limbs up and out. The air smelled fresh and green, and a soft mist tickled his skin from the cascading falls splashing below.

L'manberg. Or, L'manhole, to be more exact.

They stood on the bridge overlooking the giant hole in the earth, the obsidian grid casting faded shadows beneath and on them. Leaves gently danced as they fell from the shrubbery decorating the grid.

After thoroughly stretching, Dream cautiously approached Fundy, plastering a soft smile to his face.

In the natural light, his features looked less foreboding. Soft, even. Blond hair caught the sunlight, and his eyes reflected a brilliant green rather than a dull gold.

"Hey, it's okay. You won't fall, and even if you did, I've got enderpearls."

He squatted down next to the fallen kit, hands resting on his knees.

Upon closer inspection, you can see that his nails are painted black that shimmers purple in the light. It'd been much too dark to discern before in the darkness of the prison.

After a moment of consideration, he offered Fundy his hand so that he could help her up.

"You're safe here."

[little-champion]

Fundy looked up at Dream, eyes welling up with tears of fear. The fox took his hand and pulled himself up and immediately latched onto him in a tight hug, sobbing and hiccuping into his shoulder, shaking like a leaf. Her father’s words roared in his head about not trusting Dream, about staying away from him, but he was his only lifeline right now. She held on to him for dear life.

[dreamnbloggin]

Now, this.

This was something Dream was highly uncomfortable with. He didn't like children. They're small and sticky and loud and stupid— He could go on and on.

But he knew Fundy was too young to understand that his stiffness and hesitancy was because he felt discontent. He knew Fundy couldn't see the way his face contorted with visible disgust at the physical contact.

And so he stayed put, hummed in acknowledgement, and reciprocated the hug in the best way he could, gently patting Fundy's back.

Dream was an abuser, a war criminal, a terrorist, and a known manipulator, but he wasn't as vile of a person to let this small child wail and cry uncomforted.

"Hey, hey—" he murmured, "you're okay. You're safe. You're real. You're here."

He repeated the words like a soft chant, hoping it manifested some sort of safety within Fundy's mind so that he eventually would let Dream go. Perhaps he's muttering it to himself as well, but he'd rather die than admit it.

The longer the hug held out, the more his body cramped and his muscles stiffened. He clenched his jaw shut for a moment.

He looked around, searching for any and everything that could possibly comfort Fundy enough into freeing him.

"Look, look! Look around! Um," desperation bled into his voice as he spoke, "look at the pretty leaves and water and sky!"

[little-champion]

Fundy's sobs abated, though she sniffled as she pulled away. She did look at the leaves and water and sky. And she saw the prime path entrance to L'manberg.

But they weren't in L'manberg. They were at Unidentified Big Hole.

"Deam? Where aww we? Dis isn't home?"

[little-champion]

In between one blink and the next, Fundy ended up somewhere.. pretty dark.

Well, dark in the sense that it was surrounded by black. For a moment, she thought she was back in L'manberg, staring at the walls. Then she felt the sheer heat surrounding her. It was stifling, much different from the tundra she had just come from. And she wasn't see-through anymore. Eret was gone too...

And then he turned and saw Dream. The fox backed up instinctively, ready to run. His papa's words echoed in his ears about how he should never go near the man.

But maybe Dream could help him figure out the funny comm. She toddled up behind him and stood awkwardly with her hands fiddling with her dress.

"Um.. Deam?"

(@dreamnbloggin)

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream had been enjoying his alone time in the prison after removing all the icky pests. Key word, had.

He'd been lounging in one of the vast rooms of Pandora's Vault, trying to figure out which material would look best with the obsidian and blackstone. He didn't have the time or the patience to fuck it up, and the looming grunt of an Elder Guardian reminded him of that fact.

He heard the kit before he saw her, and he stilled, listening to her small self pad up behind him.

And he smiled, his lips cracking at the strain it put on the dehydrated skin.

Dream looked down at the child, green eyes dulled to a soft yellow in the warm light of the room. He raised his arm above her, careful not to let her touch him. Children are small and sticky, and he'd rather not soil his skin with whatever germs the child must have managed to pick up.

"Hello, can I help you?"

[little-champion]

Fundy's chest felt tight, and she took a step further back, but tried to be polite like papa said she should be. Her ears were pinned flat against her head and she was shaking a bit, even under the heat in the room.

"Uh.. can yoo help me? 'M tryin ta get home... Found this thingy and it sent me to Eretet! And it was cold. And den it sent me here!! I dunno how it woks.."

He held up the little comm. Anyone else would know it looked like it was made up of command block components.

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream's features furrowed in contemplation, before smoothing out again at the sight of the comm. His eyes widened, curiosity eventually overtaking his distaste for children.

He licked his lips and cleared his throat, before coughing a little.

"Oh, I'd absolutely love to."

He knelt down in front of the child, now face to face with her. He smoothed out the wrinkles from his black trousers, and ran a hand through his unruly hair.

"But, before I take a look, would you happen to have some water?" He asked, eyebrows drawn together in mock sympathy. "I'm absolutely parched."

[little-champion]

Fundy stilled as Dream got closer to him. There was something about him that seemed different from how he was back home. The Dream she had known was angry for some reason. But this one was.. creepy. And kind of stinky.

The kit dug through his inventory and pulled out a child's bottle filled with water that had a few slices of fruit floating inside. It was decorated with a forest at nighttime, with yellow stars in the sky. It was half empty, but he held it up to Dream.

"Umm.. here!"

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream graciously took the water bottle, crooked and bruised fingers looking more like gnarled branches of a tree than actual digits on a hand. His hands are wrapped in bandages, with red and brown smudging the dirty cloth.

He waterfalled the rest of it into his mouth, before gingerly handing the bottle back to Fundy.

"Thank you.." He trailed off, scrunching up his face in concentration as he tried to recall the name of the kit. "Kid. Thanks, kid."

Silence encompassed the room, save for the gentle hum of the dark walls, the gentle popping of lava, and the ominous whooshing mining fatigue made as it settled.

Dream fidgeted in place, acutely aware of how awkward this situation was.

"Here, how about we take a look at that comm, hm?"

[little-champion]

Fundy hesitantly took the bottle back and stuffed it away before looking up at the man with a guarded but curious expression. This wasn't the same Dream she knew after all. This Dream had marks and scars and looked like something bad had happened to him. He was creepy but maybe he wasn't bad like the Dream she knew. He didn't seem like he was gonna hurt her...

Fundy held up the comm again to him. "It showed up afta I messed with the big comm dat sent me to Eretet.. but my comm dat papa gived me doesn't do that!!"

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream nodded and hummed at the appropriate times, doing his best to engage with the kid.

He tried to process the information, taking the comm as it was offered to him. He studied it for a moment, before resting his gaze on the child again.

This kid knows Eret. Alright. And she has a 'papa', whoever that is. Interesting.

"I see— That's very interesting." Dream paused, and gripped the comm a little tighter.

He took in his surroundings warily, and stood up to saunter over to the nearest chest. He shuffled through the different items within it, before pulling out some shears and various other tools he could use to pick the comm apart.

Once he finished, he sat down criss-cross-apple-sauce in front of Fundy, the comm between the two of them. He has it flipped onto its back, concentrating with all of his might to take apart the device without accidentally harming it. His hands, though battered and bloodied, work steady and slow.

"Kid," he started, "you seem oddly familiar with me. Do I— Do we know each other? You know my name and everything."

Dream eyed the little fox, scrutinizing his small paws and puffy dress.

[little-champion]

Fundy watched Dream work and settled on the ground in front of him, fidgeting her paws in the brief silence. She startled and her ears perked at his question, though she straightened up with pride like she was important because her papa was!

"Um!! I'm . Pesident Wibba's kit! I wach when you guys meet n then.. Okay I don't wach when yoo yell...I dun like loud noises.."

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream's hands stopped moving at the mention of Wilbur's name, hands flexing against his tools.

He exhaled a sigh of laughter, though it sounded bitter as it echoed against the walls.

"Fundy, then, hm?" Dream gave the kit a smile and a partially raised brow, before returning to tinker with the comm.

He worked in silence for several moments longer, unsure of what more to say. It's not every day that you meet Wilbur's kid's child version of herself while trying to design a chandelier for your cage-turned-home.

And, to top it all off, Wilbur isn't exactly his favorite person at the moment, either. Dream grinned to himself, imagining the wrinkled bastard losing whatever marbles he didn't sell on Craigslist at Dream's current situation.

Dream blinked for a moment, remembering that he needed to stay present right now. He wouldn't get another chance to work on something like this comm, and he wasn't going to fuck it up.

"Well, you don't have to worry, Fundy." Dream smiled again. "I won't yell, not here."

If there's one thing Dream knew, it's that children are quick and unpredictable. He needed to stay likeable and calm, cater to what the child wanted.

Who knows what havoc she'd wreak if upset.

[little-champion]

Fundy relaxed at his words, and was content to sit and watch as Dream worked- except then he twisted something in the console and things changed.

Places passed in a blur, stopping for a moment then blurring again. The tundra she had seen Eret in. The Prime Path.

And then they stopped as Dream twisted something again. They stood on a bridge over a big hole that was overgrown with vines and greenery.

Fundy looked over the fencing and saw the L’manburg flag at the bottom- what was that doing here?

...And then she realized she was very high in the air. She backed away from the edge and stumbled backwards, falling onto her butt. Her eyes were wide with fear and she whimpered, wrapping her tail around herself.

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream doesn't bother to look up from his work as the world blurred and stilled around the two of them. He was busy, and his work required his full attention.

That is until he heard Fundy softly whimper after falling backwards from the edge of the bridge. He stilled his hand movements and set his tools aside.

Briefly glancing at Fundy revealed that she's perfectly fine physically, and just a little bit shaken up from the sudden environment change. He scowled in slight confusion, as there really wasn't much to be afraid of here.

Here. Where is here, exactly?

Dream took in his surroundings with a deep breath, standing up from the floor to stretch his limbs up and out. The air smelled fresh and green, and a soft mist tickled his skin from the cascading falls splashing below.

L'manberg. Or, L'manhole, to be more exact.

They stood on the bridge overlooking the giant hole in the earth, the obsidian grid casting faded shadows beneath and on them. Leaves gently danced as they fell from the shrubbery decorating the grid.

After thoroughly stretching, Dream cautiously approached Fundy, plastering a soft smile to his face.

In the natural light, his features looked less foreboding. Soft, even. Blond hair caught the sunlight, and his eyes reflected a brilliant green rather than a dull gold.

"Hey, it's okay. You won't fall, and even if you did, I've got enderpearls."

He squatted down next to the fallen kit, hands resting on his knees.

Upon closer inspection, you can see that his nails are painted black that shimmers purple in the light. It'd been much too dark to discern before in the darkness of the prison.

After a moment of consideration, he offered Fundy his hand so that he could help her up.

"You're safe here."

[little-champion]

Fundy looked up at Dream, eyes welling up with tears of fear. The fox took his hand and pulled himself up and immediately latched onto him in a tight hug, sobbing and hiccuping into his shoulder, shaking like a leaf. Her father’s words roared in his head about not trusting Dream, about staying away from him, but he was his only lifeline right now. She held on to him for dear life.

[little-champion]

In between one blink and the next, Fundy ended up somewhere.. pretty dark.

Well, dark in the sense that it was surrounded by black. For a moment, she thought she was back in L'manberg, staring at the walls. Then she felt the sheer heat surrounding her. It was stifling, much different from the tundra she had just come from. And she wasn't see-through anymore. Eret was gone too...

And then he turned and saw Dream. The fox backed up instinctively, ready to run. His papa's words echoed in his ears about how he should never go near the man.

But maybe Dream could help him figure out the funny comm. She toddled up behind him and stood awkwardly with her hands fiddling with her dress.

"Um.. Deam?"

(@dreamnbloggin)

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream had been enjoying his alone time in the prison after removing all the icky pests. Key word, had.

He'd been lounging in one of the vast rooms of Pandora's Vault, trying to figure out which material would look best with the obsidian and blackstone. He didn't have the time or the patience to fuck it up, and the looming grunt of an Elder Guardian reminded him of that fact.

He heard the kit before he saw her, and he stilled, listening to her small self pad up behind him.

And he smiled, his lips cracking at the strain it put on the dehydrated skin.

Dream looked down at the child, green eyes dulled to a soft yellow in the warm light of the room. He raised his arm above her, careful not to let her touch him. Children are small and sticky, and he'd rather not soil his skin with whatever germs the child must have managed to pick up.

"Hello, can I help you?"

[little-champion]

Fundy's chest felt tight, and she took a step further back, but tried to be polite like papa said she should be. Her ears were pinned flat against her head and she was shaking a bit, even under the heat in the room.

"Uh.. can yoo help me? 'M tryin ta get home... Found this thingy and it sent me to Eretet! And it was cold. And den it sent me here!! I dunno how it woks.."

He held up the little comm. Anyone else would know it looked like it was made up of command block components.

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream's features furrowed in contemplation, before smoothing out again at the sight of the comm. His eyes widened, curiosity eventually overtaking his distaste for children.

He licked his lips and cleared his throat, before coughing a little.

"Oh, I'd absolutely love to."

He knelt down in front of the child, now face to face with her. He smoothed out the wrinkles from his black trousers, and ran a hand through his unruly hair.

"But, before I take a look, would you happen to have some water?" He asked, eyebrows drawn together in mock sympathy. "I'm absolutely parched."

[little-champion]

Fundy stilled as Dream got closer to him. There was something about him that seemed different from how he was back home. The Dream she had known was angry for some reason. But this one was.. creepy. And kind of stinky.

The kit dug through his inventory and pulled out a child's bottle filled with water that had a few slices of fruit floating inside. It was decorated with a forest at nighttime, with yellow stars in the sky. It was half empty, but he held it up to Dream.

"Umm.. here!"

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream graciously took the water bottle, crooked and bruised fingers looking more like gnarled branches of a tree than actual digits on a hand. His hands are wrapped in bandages, with red and brown smudging the dirty cloth.

He waterfalled the rest of it into his mouth, before gingerly handing the bottle back to Fundy.

"Thank you.." He trailed off, scrunching up his face in concentration as he tried to recall the name of the kit. "Kid. Thanks, kid."

Silence encompassed the room, save for the gentle hum of the dark walls, the gentle popping of lava, and the ominous whooshing mining fatigue made as it settled.

Dream fidgeted in place, acutely aware of how awkward this situation was.

"Here, how about we take a look at that comm, hm?"

[little-champion]

Fundy hesitantly took the bottle back and stuffed it away before looking up at the man with a guarded but curious expression. This wasn't the same Dream she knew after all. This Dream had marks and scars and looked like something bad had happened to him. He was creepy but maybe he wasn't bad like the Dream she knew. He didn't seem like he was gonna hurt her...

Fundy held up the comm again to him. "It showed up afta I messed with the big comm dat sent me to Eretet.. but my comm dat papa gived me doesn't do that!!"

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream nodded and hummed at the appropriate times, doing his best to engage with the kid.

He tried to process the information, taking the comm as it was offered to him. He studied it for a moment, before resting his gaze on the child again.

This kid knows Eret. Alright. And she has a 'papa', whoever that is. Interesting.

"I see— That's very interesting." Dream paused, and gripped the comm a little tighter.

He took in his surroundings warily, and stood up to saunter over to the nearest chest. He shuffled through the different items within it, before pulling out some shears and various other tools he could use to pick the comm apart.

Once he finished, he sat down criss-cross-apple-sauce in front of Fundy, the comm between the two of them. He has it flipped onto its back, concentrating with all of his might to take apart the device without accidentally harming it. His hands, though battered and bloodied, work steady and slow.

"Kid," he started, "you seem oddly familiar with me. Do I— Do we know each other? You know my name and everything."

Dream eyed the little fox, scrutinizing his small paws and puffy dress.

[little-champion]

Fundy watched Dream work and settled on the ground in front of him, fidgeting her paws in the brief silence. She startled and her ears perked at his question, though she straightened up with pride like she was important because her papa was!

"Um!! I'm . Pesident Wibba's kit! I wach when you guys meet n then.. Okay I don't wach when yoo yell...I dun like loud noises.."

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream's hands stopped moving at the mention of Wilbur's name, hands flexing against his tools.

He exhaled a sigh of laughter, though it sounded bitter as it echoed against the walls.

"Fundy, then, hm?" Dream gave the kit a smile and a partially raised brow, before returning to tinker with the comm.

He worked in silence for several moments longer, unsure of what more to say. It's not every day that you meet Wilbur's kid's child version of herself while trying to design a chandelier for your cage-turned-home.

And, to top it all off, Wilbur isn't exactly his favorite person at the moment, either. Dream grinned to himself, imagining the wrinkled bastard losing whatever marbles he didn't sell on Craigslist at Dream's current situation.

Dream blinked for a moment, remembering that he needed to stay present right now. He wouldn't get another chance to work on something like this comm, and he wasn't going to fuck it up.

"Well, you don't have to worry, Fundy." Dream smiled again. "I won't yell, not here."

If there's one thing Dream knew, it's that children are quick and unpredictable. He needed to stay likeable and calm, cater to what the child wanted.

Who knows what havoc she'd wreak if upset.

[little-champion]

Fundy relaxed at his words, and was content to sit and watch as Dream worked- except then he twisted something in the console and things changed.

Places passed in a blur, stopping for a moment then blurring again. The tundra she had seen Eret in. The Prime Path.

And then they stopped as Dream twisted something again. They stood on a bridge over a big hole that was overgrown with vines and greenery.

Fundy looked over the fencing and saw the L’manburg flag at the bottom- what was that doing here?

...And then she realized she was very high in the air. She backed away from the edge and stumbled backwards, falling onto her butt. Her eyes were wide with fear and she whimpered, wrapping her tail around herself.

[little-champion]

In between one blink and the next, Fundy ended up somewhere.. pretty dark.

Well, dark in the sense that it was surrounded by black. For a moment, she thought she was back in L'manberg, staring at the walls. Then she felt the sheer heat surrounding her. It was stifling, much different from the tundra she had just come from. And she wasn't see-through anymore. Eret was gone too...

And then he turned and saw Dream. The fox backed up instinctively, ready to run. His papa's words echoed in his ears about how he should never go near the man.

But maybe Dream could help him figure out the funny comm. She toddled up behind him and stood awkwardly with her hands fiddling with her dress.

"Um.. Deam?"

(@dreamnbloggin)

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream had been enjoying his alone time in the prison after removing all the icky pests. Key word, had.

He'd been lounging in one of the vast rooms of Pandora's Vault, trying to figure out which material would look best with the obsidian and blackstone. He didn't have the time or the patience to fuck it up, and the looming grunt of an Elder Guardian reminded him of that fact.

He heard the kit before he saw her, and he stilled, listening to her small self pad up behind him.

And he smiled, his lips cracking at the strain it put on the dehydrated skin.

Dream looked down at the child, green eyes dulled to a soft yellow in the warm light of the room. He raised his arm above her, careful not to let her touch him. Children are small and sticky, and he'd rather not soil his skin with whatever germs the child must have managed to pick up.

"Hello, can I help you?"

[little-champion]

Fundy's chest felt tight, and she took a step further back, but tried to be polite like papa said she should be. Her ears were pinned flat against her head and she was shaking a bit, even under the heat in the room.

"Uh.. can yoo help me? 'M tryin ta get home... Found this thingy and it sent me to Eretet! And it was cold. And den it sent me here!! I dunno how it woks.."

He held up the little comm. Anyone else would know it looked like it was made up of command block components.

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream's features furrowed in contemplation, before smoothing out again at the sight of the comm. His eyes widened, curiosity eventually overtaking his distaste for children.

He licked his lips and cleared his throat, before coughing a little.

"Oh, I'd absolutely love to."

He knelt down in front of the child, now face to face with her. He smoothed out the wrinkles from his black trousers, and ran a hand through his unruly hair.

"But, before I take a look, would you happen to have some water?" He asked, eyebrows drawn together in mock sympathy. "I'm absolutely parched."

[little-champion]

Fundy stilled as Dream got closer to him. There was something about him that seemed different from how he was back home. The Dream she had known was angry for some reason. But this one was.. creepy. And kind of stinky.

The kit dug through his inventory and pulled out a child's bottle filled with water that had a few slices of fruit floating inside. It was decorated with a forest at nighttime, with yellow stars in the sky. It was half empty, but he held it up to Dream.

"Umm.. here!"

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream graciously took the water bottle, crooked and bruised fingers looking more like gnarled branches of a tree than actual digits on a hand. His hands are wrapped in bandages, with red and brown smudging the dirty cloth.

He waterfalled the rest of it into his mouth, before gingerly handing the bottle back to Fundy.

"Thank you.." He trailed off, scrunching up his face in concentration as he tried to recall the name of the kit. "Kid. Thanks, kid."

Silence encompassed the room, save for the gentle hum of the dark walls, the gentle popping of lava, and the ominous whooshing mining fatigue made as it settled.

Dream fidgeted in place, acutely aware of how awkward this situation was.

"Here, how about we take a look at that comm, hm?"

[little-champion]

Fundy hesitantly took the bottle back and stuffed it away before looking up at the man with a guarded but curious expression. This wasn't the same Dream she knew after all. This Dream had marks and scars and looked like something bad had happened to him. He was creepy but maybe he wasn't bad like the Dream she knew. He didn't seem like he was gonna hurt her...

Fundy held up the comm again to him. "It showed up afta I messed with the big comm dat sent me to Eretet.. but my comm dat papa gived me doesn't do that!!"

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream nodded and hummed at the appropriate times, doing his best to engage with the kid.

He tried to process the information, taking the comm as it was offered to him. He studied it for a moment, before resting his gaze on the child again.

This kid knows Eret. Alright. And she has a 'papa', whoever that is. Interesting.

"I see— That's very interesting." Dream paused, and gripped the comm a little tighter.

He took in his surroundings warily, and stood up to saunter over to the nearest chest. He shuffled through the different items within it, before pulling out some shears and various other tools he could use to pick the comm apart.

Once he finished, he sat down criss-cross-apple-sauce in front of Fundy, the comm between the two of them. He has it flipped onto its back, concentrating with all of his might to take apart the device without accidentally harming it. His hands, though battered and bloodied, work steady and slow.

"Kid," he started, "you seem oddly familiar with me. Do I— Do we know each other? You know my name and everything."

Dream eyed the little fox, scrutinizing his small paws and puffy dress.

[little-champion]

Fundy watched Dream work and settled on the ground in front of him, fidgeting her paws in the brief silence. She startled and her ears perked at his question, though she straightened up with pride like she was important because her papa was!

"Um!! I'm . Pesident Wibba's kit! I wach when you guys meet n then.. Okay I don't wach when yoo yell...I dun like loud noises.."

[little-champion]

In between one blink and the next, Fundy ended up somewhere.. pretty dark.

Well, dark in the sense that it was surrounded by black. For a moment, she thought she was back in L'manberg, staring at the walls. Then she felt the sheer heat surrounding her. It was stifling, much different from the tundra she had just come from. And she wasn't see-through anymore. Eret was gone too...

And then he turned and saw Dream. The fox backed up instinctively, ready to run. His papa's words echoed in his ears about how he should never go near the man.

But maybe Dream could help him figure out the funny comm. She toddled up behind him and stood awkwardly with her hands fiddling with her dress.

"Um.. Deam?"

(@dreamnbloggin)

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream had been enjoying his alone time in the prison after removing all the icky pests. Key word, had.

He'd been lounging in one of the vast rooms of Pandora's Vault, trying to figure out which material would look best with the obsidian and blackstone. He didn't have the time or the patience to fuck it up, and the looming grunt of an Elder Guardian reminded him of that fact.

He heard the kit before he saw her, and he stilled, listening to her small self pad up behind him.

And he smiled, his lips cracking at the strain it put on the dehydrated skin.

Dream looked down at the child, green eyes dulled to a soft yellow in the warm light of the room. He raised his arm above her, careful not to let her touch him. Children are small and sticky, and he'd rather not soil his skin with whatever germs the child must have managed to pick up.

"Hello, can I help you?"

[little-champion]

Fundy's chest felt tight, and she took a step further back, but tried to be polite like papa said she should be. Her ears were pinned flat against her head and she was shaking a bit, even under the heat in the room.

"Uh.. can yoo help me? 'M tryin ta get home... Found this thingy and it sent me to Eretet! And it was cold. And den it sent me here!! I dunno how it woks.."

He held up the little comm. Anyone else would know it looked like it was made up of command block components.

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream's features furrowed in contemplation, before smoothing out again at the sight of the comm. His eyes widened, curiosity eventually overtaking his distaste for children.

He licked his lips and cleared his throat, before coughing a little.

"Oh, I'd absolutely love to."

He knelt down in front of the child, now face to face with her. He smoothed out the wrinkles from his black trousers, and ran a hand through his unruly hair.

"But, before I take a look, would you happen to have some water?" He asked, eyebrows drawn together in mock sympathy. "I'm absolutely parched."

[little-champion]

Fundy stilled as Dream got closer to him. There was something about him that seemed different from how he was back home. The Dream she had known was angry for some reason. But this one was.. creepy. And kind of stinky.

The kit dug through his inventory and pulled out a child's bottle filled with water that had a few slices of fruit floating inside. It was decorated with a forest at nighttime, with yellow stars in the sky. It was half empty, but he held it up to Dream.

"Umm.. here!"

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream graciously took the water bottle, crooked and bruised fingers looking more like gnarled branches of a tree than actual digits on a hand. His hands are wrapped in bandages, with red and brown smudging the dirty cloth.

He waterfalled the rest of it into his mouth, before gingerly handing the bottle back to Fundy.

"Thank you.." He trailed off, scrunching up his face in concentration as he tried to recall the name of the kit. "Kid. Thanks, kid."

Silence encompassed the room, save for the gentle hum of the dark walls, the gentle popping of lava, and the ominous whooshing mining fatigue made as it settled.

Dream fidgeted in place, acutely aware of how awkward this situation was.

"Here, how about we take a look at that comm, hm?"

[little-champion]

Fundy hesitantly took the bottle back and stuffed it away before looking up at the man with a guarded but curious expression. This wasn't the same Dream she knew after all. This Dream had marks and scars and looked like something bad had happened to him. He was creepy but maybe he wasn't bad like the Dream she knew. He didn't seem like he was gonna hurt her...

Fundy held up the comm again to him. "It showed up afta I messed with the big comm dat sent me to Eretet.. but my comm dat papa gived me doesn't do that!!"

[little-champion]

In between one blink and the next, Fundy ended up somewhere.. pretty dark.

Well, dark in the sense that it was surrounded by black. For a moment, she thought she was back in L'manberg, staring at the walls. Then she felt the sheer heat surrounding her. It was stifling, much different from the tundra she had just come from. And she wasn't see-through anymore. Eret was gone too...

And then he turned and saw Dream. The fox backed up instinctively, ready to run. His papa's words echoed in his ears about how he should never go near the man.

But maybe Dream could help him figure out the funny comm. She toddled up behind him and stood awkwardly with her hands fiddling with her dress.

"Um.. Deam?"

(@dreamnbloggin)

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream had been enjoying his alone time in the prison after removing all the icky pests. Key word, had.

He'd been lounging in one of the vast rooms of Pandora's Vault, trying to figure out which material would look best with the obsidian and blackstone. He didn't have the time or the patience to fuck it up, and the looming grunt of an Elder Guardian reminded him of that fact.

He heard the kit before he saw her, and he stilled, listening to her small self pad up behind him.

And he smiled, his lips cracking at the strain it put on the dehydrated skin.

Dream looked down at the child, green eyes dulled to a soft yellow in the warm light of the room. He raised his arm above her, careful not to let her touch him. Children are small and sticky, and he'd rather not soil his skin with whatever germs the child must have managed to pick up.

"Hello, can I help you?"

[little-champion]

Fundy's chest felt tight, and she took a step further back, but tried to be polite like papa said she should be. Her ears were pinned flat against her head and she was shaking a bit, even under the heat in the room.

"Uh.. can yoo help me? 'M tryin ta get home... Found this thingy and it sent me to Eretet! And it was cold. And den it sent me here!! I dunno how it woks.."

He held up the little comm. Anyone else would know it looked like it was made up of command block components.

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream's features furrowed in contemplation, before smoothing out again at the sight of the comm. His eyes widened, curiosity eventually overtaking his distaste for children.

He licked his lips and cleared his throat, before coughing a little.

"Oh, I'd absolutely love to."

He knelt down in front of the child, now face to face with her. He smoothed out the wrinkles from his black trousers, and ran a hand through his unruly hair.

"But, before I take a look, would you happen to have some water?" He asked, eyebrows drawn together in mock sympathy. "I'm absolutely parched."

[little-champion]

Fundy stilled as Dream got closer to him. There was something about him that seemed different from how he was back home. The Dream she had known was angry for some reason. But this one was.. creepy. And kind of stinky.

The kit dug through his inventory and pulled out a child's bottle filled with water that had a few slices of fruit floating inside. It was decorated with a forest at nighttime, with yellow stars in the sky. It was half empty, but he held it up to Dream.

"Umm.. here!"

[little-champion]

In between one blink and the next, Fundy ended up somewhere.. pretty dark.

Well, dark in the sense that it was surrounded by black. For a moment, she thought she was back in L'manberg, staring at the walls. Then she felt the sheer heat surrounding her. It was stifling, much different from the tundra she had just come from. And she wasn't see-through anymore. Eret was gone too...

And then he turned and saw Dream. The fox backed up instinctively, ready to run. His papa's words echoed in his ears about how he should never go near the man.

But maybe Dream could help him figure out the funny comm. She toddled up behind him and stood awkwardly with her hands fiddling with her dress.

"Um.. Deam?"

(@dreamnbloggin)

[dreamnbloggin]

Dream had been enjoying his alone time in the prison after removing all the icky pests. Key word, had.

He'd been lounging in one of the vast rooms of Pandora's Vault, trying to figure out which material would look best with the obsidian and blackstone. He didn't have the time or the patience to fuck it up, and the looming grunt of an Elder Guardian reminded him of that fact.

He heard the kit before he saw her, and he stilled, listening to her small self pad up behind him.

And he smiled, his lips cracking at the strain it put on the dehydrated skin.

Dream looked down at the child, green eyes dulled to a soft yellow in the warm light of the room. He raised his arm above her, careful not to let her touch him. Children are small and sticky, and he'd rather not soil his skin with whatever germs the child must have managed to pick up.

"Hello, can I help you?"

[little-champion]

Fundy's chest felt tight, and she took a step further back, but tried to be polite like papa said she should be. Her ears were pinned flat against her head and she was shaking a bit, even under the heat in the room.

"Uh.. can yoo help me? 'M tryin ta get home... Found this thingy and it sent me to Eretet! And it was cold. And den it sent me here!! I dunno how it woks.."

He held up the little comm. Anyone else would know it looked like it was made up of command block components.