this fic is based off of and set in @dreamsclock ‘s total control au in which dream has been under the complete control of the dreamon for a lot longer than we realised.
(it has been a while since i last wrote and so this might not be as good as it could be- im totally open to constructive criticism)
tw for themes of possession
Do you know what it’s like...?
Do you know what it’s like to drown in your own mind?
To only have moments of clarity through the darkness and see what ‘you’ have done in the times you were blind?
Dream found it terrifying- or he used to. Maybe he still did. It was hard to tell anymore- it had became so natural. Now… How did he feel now? Did he feel anything besides the gentle but sharp grasp on his mind and body? Maybe he did, during those moments of clarity- however, he rarely felt anything good during them. Usually it was confusion, more recently panic and fear was thrown into the mix too. Why did everyone look at him like that? Why were they so afraid, so angry? Why did they look at him like he was a… like he was a monster?
“Don’t mind what they do.”
But they’re his friends… he should care, right? He doesn’t want his friends thinking of him like that. There’s a coo as he felt claws carding through his hair, slow and careful and with only the slightest twinge of pain, “Regardless of how they think- that’s not what’s important.” With that he was sinking again, swallowed completely by the darkness and held within the depths of his own mind again.
The next time he had control of himself again, he was in a box. A box of… obsidian? Shoulders brushed against the walls, he could hardly move and panic was quick to set in. Hand on the cold material he usually loved so dearly, he tried to listen to the voices outside. Tommy? Was that Tommy? And… He couldn’t make out who else- but he knew there were others. In the midst of growing panic, irony fills his mind- he has the most control and sight he’s had in what must be a while, and yet he’s trapped within a pitch black box where he can’t move.
Eventually, the obsidian concealing his face from anyone’s view is broken away and his mask stares out at anyone. If it wasn’t for that damned mask, maybe everyone would’ve seen the raw confusion and fear that was plastered across Dream’s face before darkness filled his vision, and he was pulled away from the front of his mind, and left to drown again.
Now, he was in an obsidian box again- this one was much bigger, but still small. And hot too, the wall of lava was the obvious cause. What was this? Something in his mind told him he knew but he couldn’t place his finger on it- maybe it would come back to him soon.
Though, the longer he spent in this box, he realised how much he missed the darkness. How he missed someone else being in control- his body felt so stiff and slow, it had been so long since he was the one leading. Even if he couldn’t sleep, sometimes he sat himself against the wall and closed his eyes, trying to crawl back into the darkness, to whoever it was in his mind with him, and yet he was met with nothing.
