"Schlatt?! He's fucking dead! I've seen his grave!
His grave is real, and his corpse lies 6 ft below it! Alright?!"
 Anger took control over Dream's body.
It seeped into every part, fogging his senses. "Then why don't you go see him?!"
He threw the first punch at Tommy making clean contact.
Several more followed afterwards.
He knew very well that Tommy had only one life left.
"No! DREAM, STOP! PLEASE!"
Tommy, who was merely 16 years old pleaded for his life as he brutally beaten.
 Then there was silence that followed the cries.
A silence that felt so beautiful that it was almost surreal to him.
A child had finally lost his voice forever, he wouldn't have to hear it.
The adrenaline that rushed through his veins slowly lost it's effect, and his vision unclouded, leaving him to stare wide eyed at what was before him.
He brought his hands up looking at the blood that covered them, and he began to cower towards the wall.
He went until he felt his back smack the wall on the opposite side of his cell.
What did he do?! 

Dream held his head smearing the teens blood on his forehead, as he was hit with another flashback from this horrid time.
Tears poured out of his eyes, and ran burning down his cheeks.
George, Sapnap, Fundy, Tommy, and all of the others...
 His hand automatically slipped to the thin pendant that hung around his neck, before he got up and reached for the glass on his bedside table.
He drank a sip and from the corner of his vision, a letter caught his attention.
It was brought with the post yesterday, in which was thrown carelessly by none other than himself, he had been exhausted from the day he had.
He walked over, picking up the letter delicately. 'From Technoblade,' It read.
Trembling, he opened it, and looked at the orderly scripture, in which a few words were written.

Dream...No, Clay.
You shouldn't stay there, at the SMP I mean.
Don't tell me you're actually happy living there!
You can stay with me and Phil if you want?
It isn't that far away, we can afford your company, and you don't have to be surrounded by all of those memories.
Let me know what you will decide.
Either way, I'll support you!
 -Techno

 He smiled sadly when he saw his nickname there.
Dream.
That I, that he had dropped.
That I, that he regretted having been.
That I, who he never wanted to be again...