I’m Angel and this blog is mostly gonna be all about my various Au’s, Headcannons, fic’s and all that jazz on the DreamSMP! Please feel free to ask ANYTHING about any of my Au’s or Fic’s! I am always happy to ramble about them.
Forewarning: If you ask a question on an uncompleted fic and the answer may contain spoilers, I probs will not answer! This is mostly for like fics that are still currently in the works!
Need my AO3? Well here ya go: https://archiveofourown.org/users/TheAngelWhoWouldBeKing
One of the proud authors of the fic Rainy Weather! Please feel free to ask questions about that series and it’s currently updating sequel Sunny Days! Love to hear your questions, thoughts and theories if you ever have any!
My friends gave me some questions for me to answer so-
My Name/Nickname: I go by Angel mostly! However, feel free to call me Lore (My MC Sona) as well. I also go by God /j
Pronouns: I go by any/all pronouns! I am super comfy in my gender and really do not care on how I am referred too!
Boundaries: I really don’t have any! Super chill and frankly don’t care! If I don’t like something, I’ll say it.
Favorite Foods: Crab Legs hands down. I have a bottomless pit when it comes to that. Current Record: 3 pounds!
Favorite Song: Going off my Spotify, apparently it’s Model Buses by Wilbur Soot. However by what I am listening to now is- Hungover In the City of Dust by Autoheart.
Favorite DreamSMP Characters: Dream is my current ultimate fave (so much angst potential!). Technoblade (very close second). I also enjoy Ranboo, Tubbo and other various characters! Dream and techno will most likely be the focuses of my many au!
Fandom’s I am in and will talk about: Dream SMP and Star Wars
Warnings:
I am a heavy angst enjoyer! I don’t have many happy go lucky au’s in my bucket so if you don’t enjoy sad, depressing or traumatic stuff, please feel free to leave my blog! Some Au’s will not have happy endings.
I will also forewarn that if I do not like a particular character in the SMP, I most likely will often not write ‘good’ things about them. This does NOT at all apply the the Content Creators! If a au is CC! based, they will most likely be free of that. List can change, but so far has not in the time I have been in the smp! This is just personal preferences and not a genuine dislike! More of a I like their character but also wanna wring their neck type deal.
Current list of disliked characters:
C!Puffy
C!Tommy - however he is usually free from being written in a bad light! I only have like 1 au with that.
C!Sam
C!Quackity
With that out of the way, I hope you guys enjoy my blog! Please feel free to ask questions about myself, au’s or anything else!
Eddie woke to find Steve's side of the bed cold - he'd told Steve it was his turn, that Steve needed to sleep and Eddie was just as capable of putting their little girl back to bed.
Their little girl. Some days Eddie still couldn't believe it - that he and Steve had built a life together. There'd been some rough spots the first few years, mainly Eddie's recovery from being almost killed by demo bats; turned out Steve was a universal donor and had given Eddie multiple blood infusions to save him.
And when Eddie'd finally woken up? Steve'd been right there holding his hand; and while helping Eddie recover, they'd also fostered and nurtured the growing attraction between the two of them. Friends to boyfriends to partners, it all followed so effortlessly.
Steve had gone to cosmetology school and found a salon to hire him. Eddie (after getting cleared of all charges and getting his GED) had worked to open his own comic book shop. They'd bought a small house in town - three bedrooms with a big backyard so they could still have the Party over.
It was so close to perfect.
Then Robin had shown up on their doorstep with an offer. Surrogacy. She's be Auntie Robin, would carry the baby for them and then would sign her parental rights away to Steve and Eddie.
There had been copious tears.
Robin had moved into their house during the pregnancy and Steve and Eddie made sure to dote on her and take care of her every need.
Ava Mackenzie arrived two weeks early on Halloween, with Robin's blonde hair and Eddie's curls. Robin stayed with them long enough to recover and make sure all the paperwork was settled before going back home.
Leaving Ava with Steve and Eddie.
Eddie smiled to himself as he padded to the nursery, standing in the doorway to watch Steve.
" … La-la-lu, la-la-lu
Oh, my little star sweeper
I'll sweep the stardust for you
La-la-lu, la-la-lu
Little soft, fluffy sleeper
Here comes a pink cloud for you …"
Steve sat in the rocker near the window, Ava wrapped in a soft pink blanket in his arms as he sang softly.
"Not Joni Mitchell?" Eddie asked softly.
"Not tonight." Steve stood and tucked Ava back into her crib. "I'll wait until she's at least 2 years old before introducing her to Joni."
Eddie watched as Steve watched Ava for a moment before joining Eddie in the doorway.
"You're a good Momma," Eddie teased, wrapping his arms around Steve and kissing him sweetly.
I am making a one shot that people seem to be interested, figured I give a snippet of it.
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It was never right until Stanley came along. Until he came along and came along the first choice. When he held that cute little smirk that meant he was going to defy him. A smirk that sent shivers down his spine, and make the heart in his chest skip a beat. The knowing that Stanley had a choice and he used it to defy him.
And choice was the first thing he made sure Stanley had. He made sure that Stanley could think for himself, and maybe that was where he went both wrong and right. Because it was Stanley's sentience that took him away, but it was also his sentience that allowed him to love The Narrator.
How much would y’all hate me if I made a Stanarrator one shot that is called The Art Of Letting Go and it’s all about the narrator letting Stanley free from the parable, and knowing that he’s going to be left behind again. And the entire time he keeps comparing this feeling of being left behind to the time in the skip and watch the narrator slowly lose his mind again but still never regretting the fact of letting Stanley free
I feel like I wanted to have a proper step into the Stanley Parable fandom! I am currently writing a fanfic, and looking for some roleplays (please check out my other posts on that) but I feel like making a whole ass au for this funky little game that has now decided to take up an infestation in my brain.
And you all are gonna suffer with me.
While I am not an artist (a far cry from it really, truly is a disappointment), what I AM is a Writer. Like my dear Narrator! And for the moment, dear readers, you are all to be MY Stanley’s as I take you through an adventure as I make these two experience quite the ride if I do say so myself.
Interested? Well I sure do hope so. Come along Readers and Stanley’s! Off to an adventure!
Content Warnings: A crucial part to every AU, the content warnings! This is purely here to make sure nothing affects the readers too badly. I wish to make you cry, not permanently traumatize you. Though, I must admit, this is a relatively mild AU. Need not fear, there should hopefully not me anything too drastic here!
-Normal Stanley Parable existentialism
-Creepy Eldritch like abominations (includes fan works of the monsters of the Backrooms!)
-Monsters, Violence and General Horror alike!
Anything specific you need to know going forward?
Why yes of course! While there isn’t much, the most crucial thing you should keep in mind is this: The Narrator does not remember resets. Our dear Stanley does. Remember this. This is important....like this fern:
Though I do feel like the Fern is much more important.
Any who, I am finding myself Rambling! If only there was a skip-what? Oh, we don’t speak of that? Are you sure? There’s a note? [papers rustle] Ahh! There it is, yes, we don’t speak of that.
-Stanley was a normal office worker. No wife. No kids. A simple 9-5 job with shitty co-workers and an even shittier boss. Stanley really had nothing going for him, an average man in a, while quite sad, average life. That is why it seems to be a surprise, when a man like Stanley seemed to ‘no-clip’ out of reality. As the gamers would say.
-Stanly wasn’t sure what to do with himself. In fact, all he could do was simply stand there for a while as he took in the bright yellow walls and the familiar humming of florescent lights. In fact, it was almost familiar! ‘Why, I must just be at my job!’ Stanley thought. Though he seemed to be ignoring the quite blaring signs that this was, in fact, not his office.
-After a few moments of strict contemplation, Stanley finally found himself in the urge to move. Though he wasn’t crying out for help, much to our confusion. Was it that he was too scared to shout? Or was it that he simply at no voice at all? Whatever the case, we only watched. Though we could see the hairs on Stanley’s hair stand up. ‘I am being watched’ Stanley thought, but despite looking around, he could not find us.
-As Stanley started to explore these yellow walls, more and more did his mind come into the terrifying conclusion that this wasn’t his office. Obviously. Oh shush you. There was almost no desks, and the few he found were almost completely broken down. One in fact, with an ever so gentle touch, entirely broke down to smithereens! It wasn’t a very nice desk though, and no one was sad to see it go. Still, Stanley pushed forward.
-Yet despite his countless wandering, there seemed to be no end in sight for this madness. There was no difference. Not even a dead end! Every wall felt entirely the same, and Stanley could never figure out if he was simply walking in circles or truly making any progress. And through this entire time, Stanley still seemed to be keenly aware that something was watching him. It’s strange for him to notice us. He seems to notice you more.
-After what felt like hours, or maybe even days, Stanley came upon another desk. One that is almost brand new in appearance. Something that looked like it came just out of the box. Pristine as ever, and not even a single scratch in sight! It truly stood out against the ugly yellow of these walls.
-What was even better, was the evidence of other people inside this desk. Various papers that contained information that Stanley had no idea existed. What seemed to scare him more, was the unsettling thought that he wasn’t alone. No...this world seemed to have monsters. ‘How can one survive a hell like this’ Stanley thought, fear coursing through him. ‘How am I, a pathetic office worker supposed to survive this hell’.
-The papers described a few entities. Ones that can be found on this ‘level’, to which Stanley made a note to himself. There are more levels. The first paper described a humanoid creature known as The Hound. The very image itself seemed to terrify Stanley, and the sheer thought of having to stare at it to get away made Stanley pray that he would never have to encounter it.
[Art by oxslittlehorrors]
-The second monster was called the Bacteria. Though this one didn’t seem to concern Stanley too much. He had no friends to communicate after all, which is very sad and depressing for Stanley, as one deserves to have friends. Alas, he must suffer through unimaginable horrors...all by himself. Stop being melodramatic. He came in by himself, which is normal.
[Art by DarkAudi1728]
-The third monster seemed to terrify Stanley the most, and rightfully so. With a twisted smile and unnatural eyes, this was truly a creature straight out of Stanley’s nightmares. And the very thought of nightmares made Stanley wonder, ‘Maybe I am dreaming?’ he thought, ‘maybe if I opened up my eyes, this all would disappear’. Oh. If only it were that easy Stanley.
[Art By Rerochu]
-It was the last file, that interested Stanley the most. In fact, it seemed to have interest him so much, he decided he would read the entire file! ‘The Watchers’ it was simply called. 2 beings who seemed to only watch and never speak. We can speak Stanley, you simply aren’t ready to hear us. From what the creator of this file can gather, he believes that there are 2 watchers, mostly concluded that the entities that are watching him feel different when each do it separately. There is a third. They are much higher than us though. They are the one truly writing this story.
-Stanley didn’t like that these Watchers were in fact watching him, and wondered what was so interesting about him that they feel as though they should watch him. After all, wasn’t he just an average man who lived a uneventful life? What was it that made him so special? Out of all these creatures though, the only ones that were considered entirely harmless were the Watchers. So maybe, he could be content with their staring. If only they could maybe give him some privacy when he-oh I am not repeating that! That is entirely disgusting Stanley! I understand you humans have various bodily fluids that need to be purged from the system but to think I would want to watch that! The gall Stanley, the utter insolence to believe that I wouldn’t allow yourself some-oh your not even listening Stanley. Not yet anyways.
-Despite his fears and worries, Stanley pushed on. This never-ending maze drove on and on, as Stanley seemed to desperately search for anything that may free him from this hell scape. To allow himself to return back to the reality he wanted. ‘Maybe this will be the motivation to finally quit my job!’ thought Stanley. Maybe this will finally be the reasonings of why he will finally pull a life together that wasn’t quite so average. That wasn’t quite so dull. Maybe Stanley could finally get out of that terrible rut he was in.
-Though as Stanley thought about it, it wasn’t the job that truly made him so dissatisfied. No, instead it was the crushing loneliness that truly made him dislike the life he lived. He had no wife, nor kids after all. No friends or even family that Stanley was close too. He was alone in life, and now maybe he will be alone in death. Your never alone Stanley. I-we are always here. You will not die alone here, we are watching you.
-As time passed, and his exploration continued. Stanley seemed to suddenly freeze in place when he heard the sounds of vents crashing. Vents he wasn’t even aware of in the first place. There was snarling and growling, and then in front of him fell a large lump of flesh, fur and hair. The Hound. A great beast, and so much bigger than Stanley could ever have thought possible. It had fallen quiet clumsily, and seemingly unaware of Stanley’s presence as he pulled itself back up. Bones creaking unnaturally, and soft snarls escaping its gnarled lips sent a much different shiver up Stanley’s spine.
-’Hide! Hide’ Stanley thoughts seemed to cry, ‘He needed to hide’ and yet all he remembered with the long yellow halls and corridors that led to nowhere. What was he to do, what could he do with this horrifying monster was right in front of him. Yet, Stanley persevered. Keeping this amalgamation of twisted limbs and grotesque stench in his eye sight as Stanley slowly walked backwards. Though, it really didn’t take long for the Hound to find the office worker.
-Yet despite it’s entire attention was on Stanley, it seemed as though it was frozen. Just like the file said, stare at it and it will not move. Stanley kept slowly inching further and further back, desperately praying that there would be somewhere for him to hide. Somewhere to run and lose the monster that wants to tear him apart. With one flick of his eyes, looking to spot the freedom from this danger, the Hound lunged.
-Stanley was lucky, he was far enough away to dodge from the monsters attack. Scrambling for his life, Stanley found himself now running back through these office walls. Both familiar and not familiar at the same time, and yet there was one key stark difference. A silver locker. Stanley didn’t question it, he was running for his life after all. That locker wasn’t there before. Shut it.
-Stanley was desperately trying to catch his breath, ‘this was a lot more than I bargained for’ thought Stanley, ‘how am I going to survive this?’. The Hound walked past his locker, and he tried to be as silent as possible. He didn’t want the monster to find him, to tear him apart like the file said it would. He didn’t want to die, he was young. He had so much left to live for. He wanted a family, a life that he truly enjoyed living. He wanted-Stop rambling and continue. Oh come on! It’s a great time for reflection!
-Yet the Hound kept moving on. He kept continuing and the sounds of crunching and snarling and slobbering faded into the distance. Stanley was safe...for now. There were many more monsters and horrors that awaited him in this endless maze. Stanley had much to go, but with surviving the first encounter, Stanley felt confidence. Is it confidence, or arrogance? You always think confidence is arrogance.
-After this terrifying encounter, Stanley took a little bit to pull himself together. Much to the Watcher’s annoyance, as they were starting to grow bored of just watching this plain office worker walk around. The Hound finally brought a bit of entertainment but really, it wasn’t much.
-Why don’t you watch the entities then, if your so bored? They are even more boring...much more predictable. Then stop complaining.
-But eventually, Stanley had to get moving again. He wondered how long he was exploring. Now that the first locker had appeared, there seems to be much more popping into place. ‘More places to hide’ Stanley noted. There even started to have more desks pop into place. Desks that had more items, such as food and water. Survival needs that for a moment Stanley seemed to forget he needed.
-He encountered more of the creatures and each time was able to survive against whatever they had to throw at him. It seemed that even if one was a basic office worker with quite a sad life, he had the necessary skills to survive this place. Yet all Stanley thought to keep him focused, was the thought of going home. A hopeless endeavor. You will never leave Stanley, not until we want you to. Don’t we want him to win? Win what? The game?
-’Hello?’ Stanley suddenly thought. Looking up as though he heard two voices. Did he hear us? That would be the first? He can’t be ready yet. ‘I can hear you though’ Stanley thought again. Can you hear both of us? ‘There is only one voice...are you the watchers?’ It seems like he cannot hear me. Strange. The few who made it this far could hear us both. ‘Hello?’ Stanley thought again. ‘Are you still there?’ We are still here Stanley, well I am still here. We are simply wondering why you cannot hear us both. ‘So you are the Watchers’ Yes we are, of course we are. What else would we be.
-Stanley seemed to contemplate that. He went silent as he crept into his thoughts, searching the crevices of his mind to figure out if there was any way to explain this situation. Though this couldn’t be any more abnormal than the abomona-’Why are you narrating me?’ Stanley suddenly thought, pulling himself out of his tangent.
-What? Stanley you can hear that too? You shouldn’t be hearing that, oh no. This is very wrong. Stanley could you hear me the entire time?
-Stanly had only shook his head, his face frowning in a sort of confusion as he stared up at the ceiling. As though that was where he thought this mysterious voice was coming from. ‘I only just started hearing you now’ Stanley said, in response to the voice’s question.
-How strange Stanley, that you can only here me. Hmm, well as I try and figure out what is happening, how about you go one and try to continue finding your way out?
-Stanley suddenly shook his head, waving at the ceiling to try and get the voice’s attention back. ‘Wait’ cried Stanley, ‘Wait come back! I don’t want to be alone again!”
-Stanley, you are never alone. We are always here, always watching over you.
-’Then tell me your name at least...what's your name’ Stanley asked, and the voice went silent at though. There was a sense of unease in Stanley, as though he may be hearing it narrate, it was taking a long time to respond to what he thought was a simple question.
-I do not have a name Stanley, I am only here to watch. Rarely ever interact.
-’Then what should I call you? If theirs two Watchers, how can I make sure I ask for the right one?’ Thought Stanley, as he stood there. Still staring up at the ceiling.
-Well I shall leave that choice up to you Stanley. I am not good with names, I only know yours and the others that came through here. None to call my own.
-Stanley contemplated that. It was a difficult ask, as what could you possibly name an entity that is beyond what seems to be human. A god in of itself who watches your every move and knows your every thought. What could he name something that speaks your-’Narrator. I am going to call you Narrator.’
-What a fascinating name Stanley! It is good to meet you!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Another new experience, all collecting together in an overwhelming feeling, yet all he could genuinely feel was elation. He'd never thought he'd have this. An experience in a way that an experience is supposed to be felt. With a body. With a heart that beats in your chest. With air in your lungs. With eyes to see.
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Or a story of reflection and to learn how to be human. All told from the point of view of a god turned mortal.
Chapter 1-
A deep breath was heard. A gasp that felt hitched, strange, and felt even stranger for the man that was now breathing. Was he breathing? Logically, his brain knew he was. After all, he was going through the process of taking air into and then expelling it out of his lungs. It was a simple process, something he remembered doing from before when annoyance rose in his chest and he had to expel it in a sigh that mimicked breathing. He never needed to breathe.
Not until now at least.
Not until he lay there, feeling something hot underneath his hands, the bright warm sun against his face and his chest was inhaling and exhaling the fresh air of the outside. A place he never experienced, never thought he would have wanted to. Somewhere where he only made and molded with lines of code and gentle touches but never truly experienced. The outside was always foreign to him, he never understood it despite hearing stories of it. After all, he was only supposed to be a few fickle lines of code and a voice with too much power.
His eyes blinked open, groaning as his hand naturally went above his face to block the sun that stung his eyes painfully. Another new experience, all collecting together in an overwhelming feeling, yet all he could genuinely feel was elation. He'd never thought he'd have this. An experience in a way that an experience is supposed to be felt. With a body. With a heart that beats in your chest. With air in your lungs. With eyes to see.
Of course, he experienced things, but not in the way Stanley-
Your friendly neighborhood biblically accurate angel here is obsessing over the Stanley Parable, and I am very interested in Roleplaying it!
Interested so far? Good! I hope you are!
Plot Ideas: First things first, plot ideas! I am happy with suggestions but I will also be providing a few here to just in case someone is interested in these ideas!
-A dystopian Au, something we can build on (AKA for example, Stanley is in the Hunger Games, and maybe the Narrator is from the Capital)
-A plot where somehow Stanley and the Narrator end up in Reality. Now Stanley has to adjust in being back to the life he once knew (maybe he has a family/real life before he was taken into the Parable) and The Narrator has to adjust having a body and being human.
-An AU where Stanley is an SCP scientist, working on an SCP named The Narrator. Not realizing JUST how powerful this guy is.
-Skip ending, but what if it didn’t reset? Stanley finds the Narrator, and now the two of them have to survive in an almost post apocolyptic world that maybe isn’t JUST desert as Stanley had originally been led to believe.
-Backrooms Au where Stanley gets trapped in the Backrooms, and The Narrator is an entity from it!
-Streamer Au where the Narrator is a pretty popular Streamer, and Stanley is quite a big fan of him...and his voice.
-Also happy with any cliché/normal au’s such as Royalty, Coffee Shop, or anything that falls into these categories!
I am truly content with discussing any plot ideas you have as well!
Who Will Play Who?
Due to personal preference (and wanting practice for this fanfic I am writing) I prefer to be playing the Narrator. However, if you truely wish a swap, I will be content into talking about it!
Where will we RP?
We will discuss basics in the Tumblr Dm’s, but main RP will be set Discord Chats! I am happy to discuss things out in discord though!
Character Looks?
That's something we can discuss and work on. This also includes any Headcannons, Fan Ideas, or just general concepts that we have for the characters!
How do I Roleplay?
I prefer detailed roleplay, and do not wish to roleplay people who do script roleplay, or anything similar.
EX: *he looks at him* Why aren’t you talking to me *he looks down*
I prefer paragraphed roleplay! Here is an example of how I roleplay:
"Stanley just stood there doing nothing at all. He seems to think I have nothing better to do with my ti-oh your moving now" The Narrator said, once he realized Stanley had started moving. "All of his co-workers were gone. What could it-Stanley please slow down-When Stanley came-"
The Narrator narrowed his eyes at Stanley, who was walking through much faster than he could keep up with the dialogue. "Really Stanley? A break? Why now? Weren't you just in the broom closet a few resets ago? Or was it more like-" The Narrator trailed off, grumbling to himself as he tried to remember if Stanley was in the Broom Closet only a few resets, or more like 50 resets.
One loses track after a while, and it's not like he could really do anything but wait until Stanley decides to get up and start moving again. So he decided to get himself comfortable, since he figured he'd be waiting here for a while.
Even going so far as to revise the script a little bit, making little changes that he feels are necessary to the idea of this perfect story he so desired.
Anyways, either comment or DM me if you are interested! Thanks so much for reading this post!
Hello again :D
It’s been a while hasn’t it? Well, don’t you worry my fellow DreamSMP enjoyers. I have returned with a very new AU that is actively making my brain go brr.
So if I have to suffer through it, so do you :D
Anyways, lets get on with the trigger warnings cause this au is a little messed up:
Content Warnings Ahead: Read at your own discretion!
-Small violence between an adult and a minor (34 + 16)
-Mentions of Blood
-The main character of this au is a Child of Dream. His name is Justice, and he is currently being raised personally by Philza. However, Mumza, Technoblade, and Nikki also participate in raising Justice.
-Justice is the closest to Philza and Mumza, since they are both the most direct in raising him. Mumza often calls him “Mommy’s little devil” since he was always a little menace as a child.
-However, outside of that little group, he was very isolated. After all, he is a child of Dream and he looks a lot like him. He has almost glowing green eyes. The familiar fanged smile on a cute little toddler face, cute little nubbin horns on his head. There is so much of Dream in him, and a lot of people don’t like him because of it.
Official Looks:
Eyes: Bright Green, glows when it’s super dark
Hair: Black, almost shiny black. Has a few white streaks in it.
Blemishes: Freckles across his face, a small little scar on his chin where he fell down the stairs and hit his chin. There are also other very minor scars as well.
-Tommy often avoids him or ignores him. He’s the one that has the most active reaction around him. If he’s hanging at the house he will interact with Justice, but it’s often pretty awkward and Justice would just move on to something else instead.
-Ranboo doesn’t really LIKE Justice per say, but he tolerates him. He understands that this child isn’t Dream, but it’s difficult to look at him and not flinch at the eyes and the smile on his face.
-Tubbo doesn’t mind Justice all that much, outside of the adults, he’s the only one that hangs around Justice for a considerable period of time. Mostly because him and Michael are really close, as well as Justice being close with almost all the kids on the server.
-Otherwise people are really neutral around him. Only one that kinda tries more to have a smaller relationship is Fundy.
-He has no relationships/doesn’t know them is the following people:
-George
-Sapnap
-Karl
-Sam
-Quackity
-Punz
--Justice had always wanted to learn how to fight, but he was never really allowed to. Despite almost everyone having the chance to teach him. Phil always said no, he wasn’t allowed to. At least not until he was considerably older.
-In this Au, Dream is dead. He died when Justice was around 3 years old but he never raised him. Philza had him since he was a baby, and told Justice that Dream wanted nothing to with him. It took a while for Justice to come to peace with that, but he has accepted it as a part of himself. That doesn’t stop him from wanting to know more about Dream though.
-In his desire to know about Dream, he keeps pushing for stories. But he rarely ever gets anything. Techno never talks about Dream, only a pained look on his face appearing whenever his name is mentioned. Sometimes even yelling at Justice to shut it if he pushes to hard. Phil always says “Maybe when your older”, and Nikki and Mumza barely knew Dream enough to give anything of substance.
-He asked Tommy once, when he was feeling particularly brave. Tommy lashed out at that, putting his arm against his neck and choking him. Pinning him against the wall and looking Justice dead in the eyes saying “Don’t you ever fucking mention him to me again or I will MAKE you regret it.” Afterwards, Justice always avoided Tommy. He was terrified of Tommy.
-It wasn’t until one day, he went up to Phil’s attic to get something. When he found a small little box labeled For Justice : From Dream. He wasn’t sure what to expect, the handwriting was unfamiliar. He opened the box, and found a few items inside. The first was a Mask. The iconic mask that even Justice knew about. It was covered in dust, almost barely able to see the smiley face etched in the mask with black paint. Chips and cracks of wear and tear. Even faint traces of blood that Justice tried to ignore. He always heard about the mask, and even found a few very old paintings of Dream and a few of the members of the Kinoko Kingdom.
-Another item was a collar for what seemed to be for a small pet. There was a metal tag that held the name “Patches” on it. He had no idea what this was.
-The third item was a key. It was rusty, but he could almost feel the enchantments radiating off of it.
-The final item was a letter, a letter he assumed was written by Dream. It reads as followed:
Dear Justice,
I hope that you will be seeing this someday. I told Phil to only give this to you when you are ready, but honestly I dunno if he would. I told him it was up to him, and I would get it if he never gave this to you.
First off, I know what Phil is going to be telling you. He’s going to tell you that I didn’t want you. That I basically left you to him and wanting to have nothing to do with your life. And I want you to know how untrue that is.
I love you Justice. You are my whole entire world, my heart truly started to beat when I held you in my arms. I never really knew what it was like to love something so whole heartily until I saw you look at me. I love you so much, and I am so sorry I could never be your father.
Because I would have rather you hated me than loved me because hate is so much easier.
I wanted you to never long for me. Phil is your father now and I want him to be EVERYTHING that I can never be. I want you to never feel like I was missing from your life. And TBH I don’t even know WHY I am writing you this letter. I don’t even know if I want you to have this. But this is for just in case. Just in case maybe your ready to hear how much I love you. I hope to see you again someday, but I dunno if I am ever going to make it out of here.
I did a lot of bad things, and I hold a lot of regrets. But you, I could never regret having you.
I left you a few things, I hope Phil doesn’t destroy any of them. My mask, I should hope is pretty obvious. Feel free to do what you want. Shatter it, keep it, hide it. Whatever. I don’t care, it’s yours now.
Patches collar should be in their too. She was a fiercely loyal friend to me, and I adored her dearly. I hope she will be a dear companion for you. All you have to do is simply call her name and she will come. Her favorite food is Cooked Salmon, so I hope you can give her all the cooked Salmon she deserves. She was the closest thing I had to a friend.
Finally, the key. It’s to my home, though Techno would laugh and say I am homeless. Everything there is yours. Every item, book, and weapon. It’s all yours. Do with it as you will.
I hope Phil never taught you to fight. I hope you never have to learn how to pick up a weapon and I hope you never become me. I had to fight since I was young. Fighting is all I know, and I do not want that for you.
I hope you have a good life, and a long one. Don’t become the monster I became.
Inspiration Credit to this Amazing Fanfic: A Second Chance From Beyond The Grave
-Please note this is only inspiration but this Au/Idea is very separated from the fanfic listed above. There are small similarities but a lot of key differences! Thank you for understanding-
Please ask questions if you’d like! I would adore answering any/all questions you have about the world building of this au and the characters and history all of you can find and see! Also, sorry if it feels kinda all over the place, I am just going and writing as the ideas come to me!
-Soma is his name, or the name he goes by. He knows he has another name, he can’t remember it though. He wishes he could.
-The dream’s, nightmares really, are a comfort almost. It’s the one constant in his life. The dreams that leave him screaming with terror, his heart pounding in his chest before mournfully curling into a ball as he tries to piece together the small fragments that have stuck in his head, or write them down before he forgets. Nightmares he started having at the ripe age of 2 years old.
-However it’s only small, almost useless details that he remembers. Glasses. White eyes. A man who seemed to be kissed by fire. A boy who wanted to be a man. A wicked smile. Goats. Things that ever made sense when put together, and yet he always seems to dream about them.
-He also often feels a calling of sorts. Things that seem familiar to him in ways that they shouldn’t. He love the Arthurian legends, reading about King Arthur and Merlin, Uther Pendragon and Morgana. But his favorite is reading about the sword in the stone. Though, he swears on his life they always draw the sword wrong. They never get it right. Ad it’s name wasn’t Excalibur, but he couldn’t tell you what it’s real name is supposed to be.
-He remembers watching Sleeping Beauty, and had to look away when he saw Aurora sleeping on her bed. Feeling broken hearted, but not for the character on the screen. These feelings were tied to something he doesn’t remember and how his heart aches for the longing he feels.
-He can’t stand fire. Ever since he was young, the fear of the flame has always been there. He remembers his aunt telling him when he was just a baby in her arms, he cried when her husband lit a lighter to light up a cigar, and only calmed down when the flame went away.
-He can’t describe the pain he goes through with his body in any way other than feeling ‘broken’. Sometimes his limbs feel like they are twisted, his nerves frayed and on fire and yet looking at his arms and legs and see there fine almost makes him more sick than his stomach. He feels like he’s covered in wounds, gashes and broken bones and the pain is so strong all he can do is lay there helplessly, praying to something, anything, for the pain to go away.
-His parents, in a fit of kindness, got him checked out for it once. The doctors couldn’t find the source an simply stated it was “Psychosomatic”. Aka, why he goes by Soma. He refuses to go by the name given by his parents anymore.
-His body doesn’t look right either. Nothing looks or feels right about him. His hands feel to dainty, small. His legs don’t feel like their the right shape. His hair is black, it’s too dark. His eyes shouldn’t be blue. His teeth feel to flat. He feels to short.
-However, during his travels, there are three rules Soma doesn’t even remember putting into place. Well, are they rules? Limitations? He doesn’t entirely know what to call them, but here they are:
1. There is a man that cannot have the book. No matter what. (What book? What man? He doesn’t know)
2. He will not regret it. He doesn’t regret it, and he will not change it. (What? What won’t he change, why doesn’t he regret it?)
3. All he wants is a family. He doesn’t deserve it. (And it seems he never will)
-He’s around 23 when he first meets someone he swears he knows. A man with soft brown hair and a kind smile, wearing colorful clothing. Soma was at a coffee shop when he saw him. He was a barista working there, his nametag calling him Karl. His head hurt looking at him. He made his drink and it was some of the best coffee he ever had, and he kept returning. It was because of Karl that Dream stayed in this small town for so long. Yet Karl never said anything, even as they became friends. Seeing each other every morning.
-Then Soma had to leave. He couldn’t stay anymore. Karl cried when he left. He felt sorry for leaving.
-The next person he saw made him freeze. He didn’t know why, but he simply could not bare to speak to him. The feeling of hurt, of betrayal. Of an isolation so painful all he could do was hit club by club because he couldn’t brush off the feeling that this would be the last person he would be allowed to speak with. He left that town immediately when he saw him.
-It took almost two years when he meets Sapnap and George. Much like Karl, he seems to know them, but they never seem to recognize him. Not for a while at least, long enough that Soma accepts that they may not know him in the way he knows them. However, he doesn’t know what set them off, to make them realize. All he hears is the faint whisper of a word he’s heard all his life, but for the first time he hears it in a different way. “Dream?”
-Soma freezes. Dream? Is that his name? It feels familiar, and it’s almost a flash but he can faintly see the imagine of an incredibly scarred man in his head.
-”Is that my name?”
“You really don’t remember do you?”
“Should I?”
“We all do”
Part 1 of ???
This is all I can write down rn! This au makes brain go brr and there are so many elements to it but I gotta figure out how to write it all down properly! Anyways, enjoy what I have rn
Heeeyyy! I saw your awesome Michael in prison AU where Michael gets locked up and Dream starts caring about him… I want you to ask, if I‘m allowed to write a fanfic about that - of cause with credits :) this would be awesome
Of course! Go right ahead!
Most of my AU's here are 100% free to write about, all I ask is if you can credit me and provide me a link cause I would love to read it!
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