DreamXD/SMP

mostly my characters but we ignore the narcissism (and the really shitty art, this took 5 minutes and it was 2am what did you expect)

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random hc i came up with just now: in canon, dream was the one to give george his glasses/goggles, which basically function like his irl colorblind goggles. it took months, nearly a year to find something, but once dream heard george lament about not being able to properly see a rainbow or the sunset, he was set on finding something. do the goggles work as perfectly as they do irl? no, he's still to some degree colorblind, but they still work.

flash forward a few years, dream is in prison, george has stopped wearing his goggles as much because "tHe MeMoRy Is ToO pAiNfUl" or whatever. xd questions his eyesight, to which george replies that he's colorblind. one snap later and goggles just like his old ones manifest into his hands. putting them on, they work so much better, every little color-related detail now visible. george remarks that someone else once gave him basically the exact same thing as a gift, to which xd laughs. "i'd think that these would be of better quality in comparison to whatever a mere mortal gave you."

and they are, they really are, but they weren't a culmination of a year's worth of questing and research. they weren't presented by a stupid, grinning dream with dirt in his hair and a singed hoodie. they weren't first put on with tears from both parties, hugs and smiles and sobs all happening at once in one beautiful moment.

"yeah, i guess they're better."

i'm not even into c!dnf angst much but i like this idea for no reason

i blame lena for this for her wonderful gogy fanart (literally just checked and she posted ANOTHER ONE so)

"what is green" is now part of my vocabulary

i cant find any roblox items that are a white circle mask with "XD" on it

imma start sobbing I NEED MY DREAMXD COSPLAY GRRRR BARK BARK GROWLS AT ROBLOX.COM AND ITS UGLY NEW FONT

to all my c!dnfers this is FOR YOU!!!!! or is it dreamxd x c!george?? you’ll never know

(not related to my last post about my super secret social btw) (unless)

(tw dnf, tw making out)

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just the sketch btw so it’s a lil rough but

• DreamXD looks different depending on who's looking at them. Well, mainly they show the observer what they want to see in them. That's why Techno just saw some guy indistingushable from Dream, and why Foolish saw an almighty god in robes.

• Nobody knows what XD actually looks like other than Dream. Interestingly, not even XD themself knows. If they look in a mirror, they just see a random version of themself that somebody in the SMP sees. It bothers them to no end.

• HOWEVER: As I mentioned, Dream knows. But he's a prick and refuses to tell people. Slime also knows, but because he just sees them as incredibly accurate to their actual appearance.

• XD is, as a god with an unknown true form, genderless. Most people perceive them as male, due to their connection with Dream, but their true gender is unknown. They do know they prefer non-gendered and masculine pronouns and appearances over feminine ones.

• Well, he has minor hints to what they might TRULY look like.

• Might be humanoid, definitely not a permanent form (they will literally melt into a puddle if they get embarrassed), any food eaten just kinda gets absorbed, etc.

• Yes, I just implied XD's true form is a slime.

• As for who the former time traveler is? XD himself. A VERY long time ago, XD was in the same position as Karl. However, their choice between the The Inbetween and The Other Side, forced them to take the position of a god.

• As far as they know, they didn't lie to Karl about the former time traveler. They have no memory of their life before ascension. Nothing but small fragments of a broken childhood, and the small, faint bits of familiarity with things in the human world.

• They're pretty much a mortal in all sense of mind, but not in body.

• They don't know what green is because they're not very fluent in the language the SMP uses. Only two others on the sever can speak it, and only one of them can speak it fluently. The other only knows how to cuss.

• Colorblind. Not a god thing, stuff like that are kept when people ascend to godhood.

• Has no idea what they're meant to be doing as a god but is trying anyway.

• Discovered the hard way that being a god doesn't mean your crappy vision goes away!

• Dream, XD, and Drista are not related. Dream and Drista are, and XD doesn't know why people put them so similar to Dream in appearance

• They don't like fruit.

• TBH this guy is probably autistic.

• Acts all nice and amazing in public but is screaming into the couch cushions in private.

I love this version of XD. Just a chaotic little slime guy who, despite doing it for hundreds upon thousands of years, has no idea how to god, even less on how to mortal.

Reminder that all headcanons can be yoinked with credits

get a whiff of my dreamxd design :3 (it will be colored soon pls be patient)

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This is how i imagine him

Sup everyone, it's me, Milk, I've been revived. Hope y'all are doing ok :)

If you're a returning reader who needs a refresher or you're new to the series, here's the link to the Wattpad book (still WIP):

https://www.wattpad.com/story/338220134-the-icarus-theory

Hint: There's another fanfiction coming out soon :0

Thanks for reading :D

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Trigger Warnings: None :)

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Chapter Nine: Chasing Our Demons (Down an Empty Road)

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“Are we almost there?” Slimecicle asked buoyantly.

“Yeah, Caln Eret of the Greater Dream Essempi is expecting us in about an hour. Apparently, they’re going to introduce us to our guides,” Purpled replied.

“I can’t wait to meet the ruler themself!” Tommy cheered, ecstatic. “Ooh, look, a butterfly!” He clung around poor Purpled like a leech, jabbering about butterflies and random fun facts about flowers.

“So,” Slimecicle started, moving to fall in step with Ranboo. “Are you excited to visit the Neutral Lands?”

The Dream Essempi was divided into four main parts. The foursome were from Minor Essempi, a collection of the smaller nations taking up a fourth of the map, including L’Manberg, Las Nevadas, Snowchester, New Pogtopia, the islands of Logstedshire, and a few other smaller factions. Kinoko Kingdom was a nation bordering the Minor Essempi, still part of the Dream Essempi but acting independently from the Minor Essempi.

The Neutral Lands are officially known as Dreamcatcher. Like the name suggests, the large area takes up a third of the entire Dream Essempi and is completely neutral, if off limits to most people. It’s where the castle resides.

The Badlands was a mysterious faction that the Minor Essempi had virtually no information about. Rumors say the Badlanders are cold, cruel fighters, with demons and otherworldly beings reigning terror throughout the nation. But those were just rumors, even if no one dared to visit them. People say Daemon of the Dream Team is the founder of the Badlands.

“Not really. Barely anyone has been to Dreamcatcher before, and not a lot of people visit the Badlands,” Ranboo pointed out.

"Did you know that flowers can generate heat to attract bees?" Tommy asked Purpled. He received no reply, unsurprisingly.

“If all goes well, we won’t visit the Badlands,” Slime said. “But aren’t you curious to see what it’s like?”

“I guess, sure.”

"Butterflies have a liquid diet!"

Purpled sighed.

“What do you think we’ll do once we get to the castle?” Slime wondered aloud. “Do you think their Majesty is nice?”

“I hope so. We’re hopefully not going to do something super drastic,” Ranboo said.

“We’re arriving at the Neutral Lands,” Purpled called from the front.

“I’m so excited!” Tommy bounced around, hyper. Slimecicle also looked very enthusiastic to be entering a new area. In the distance, Ranboo saw a tall medieval-style wall of stone, adorned with colorful ribbons and rainbow banners. On a sign nearby read the words Welcome to Dreamcatcher.

Dreamcatcher.

Why was everything named after Dream Exdi? Even that son of a biscuit Dream named himself after Exdi! I don’t see the big deal.

The forest path opened up gradually until the rough sand transformed into tiny, smooth white pebbles, and the overwhelming weeds and grasses blanketing the way faded into a soft, neatly-trimmed carpet bordering them. Dreamcatcher wasn’t as bad as what Ranboo thought it’d be like.

The small group passed the stone gates after a guard allowed them. The guard was dressed in white armor and carried a netherite axe on his back. A white mask with black stripes on the side covered his lower face, and messy light blond hair flopped across his eye.

Although definitely not as tall as Ranboo, and most likely non-gifted, the knight’s icy eyes seemed to burn right through Ranboo’s soul. Ranboo did not have a good feeling about this guy.

The knight stiffened upon seeing Purpled. Purpled, too, seemed to hesitate for a heartbeat. “Let’s go,” he then ordered firmly.

As the foursome entered Dreamcatcher, an airy sense of comfort and bliss seemed to settle over them. They faced a smooth path winding over lush hills, with small towns dotted on the horizon. Not too far away stood a massive castle of white stone, and colorful banners and flags hung from the walls. A glittering fountain stood in front of the castle, where the path spiraled into a circle and pink blossoms lined the way.

“Are those trees real?” Slime asked no one in particular, staring in awe at the brilliant palace.

“Yeah. Caln Eret has a mage who deals mainly in plants,” Purpled said, also looking impressed.

As they traveled across the beautiful scenery, Ranboo felt very peaceful. The distant splash of running water blended with passerine duets, and the air was floral with cherry blossoms.

“Well, here we are. We’re going in now,” Purpled announced as they faced the wooden drawbridge leading them to the palace. Before they even stepped onto the bridge, however, Ranboo noticed a figure crossing, hurrying towards them while uncharacteristically hiking up their gown.

The person appeared to be in their mid-twenties, with warm brown shoulder-length curls framing a handsome face. Wide, colorful round shades matched the swirling rainbow skirt they wore. Ranboo was relieved to see the ruler was tall, only a little shorter than himself. Finally, someone I don’t have to kneel to look at.

“Purpled! So great to see you again!” Caln Eret squealed as he enveloped Purpled in a hug. Purpled smiled and allowed himself to be squeezed.

“It’s nice to see you too, Your Majesty.” Purpled bowed politely after Eret released him.

“Please, no formalities. Just Eret.” Eret grinned. Ranboo decided they were a nice person. “You must be Tommy, Slimecicle and Ranboo.”

“Uh, honour to meet you, Your Highness,” Tommy began awkwardly.

“I said Eret was fine,” the ruler said cheerfully. “Come on inside!”

They followed Eret down a long hallway. The inside of the castle was as radiant as the outside, Stained-glass windows painted soft colors on the carpets, and banners, flags, paintings and tapestries lined the walls. Ranboo recognized a few portraits of legendary figures such as Wilbur Soot and Dream Exdi, and some of the places and scenes he’s heard of before. Finally, Eret brought them to the entrance to a courtyard.

A large marble pavilion stood as the centerpiece, surrounded by small blossoming trees. Two young men were fencing, dancing fluidly under the dome. Their breathless chatting was accented by clashes and shrieks of steel and occasional shouts.

Suddenly, the shorter of the boys called for the other to stop. He turned towards Eret and the group, taking off his helmet and waving. “Hello!”

The other boy took off his helmet as well, and grinned. “Tommy! Big Man! Hey guys!”

Then his eyes met Ranboo’s, and a flood of déjà vu washed over the hybrid. Deep brown eyes, beige ram horns and scars across his face. He looked so familiar… Do I know him? The ram-hybrid frowned when he saw Ranboo, seemingly having the same reaction.

Tommy beamed widely. “Tubbo! How’ve you been?”

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Next update Wednesday with shorter chapters

dsmp characters + rue

RAHHH

Heres some.

1: (Michaels POV) ok so the DSMP ended early in this AU because Technoblade couldn’t keep up with cancer and the SMP at once (no he didn’t die sooner). There was one last day when they all got together and Phil built a monument for techno (this was all back story stuff). Weeks after the event. Young Michael decides to leave his room for the first time. He realizes his dads aren’t home so he goes to find them. He ends up finding Shroud and Yogurt. They build their own society. The egg hatches. Turns out that the eggs hatchling is actually quite kind. (DreamXD can be included somewhere). Then. Tubbo. Rejoins the server and discovers their society.

I have another but I’m not sure of it.

In a deity role-play? it'd be multifandom, obviously, & I'd have to explain my hcs/AU about the multiverse of deities, but I personally think it'd be fun. It would also be an excuse for me to talk about my AU more. :D

Characters included would be those such as:

• DreamXD

• GeorgeHD

• Mumza

• Exor (from ESMP)

• Aeor (also from ESMP)

Etc.

This is not a sign up, so please do not ask me to "reserve" a character for you. this is just me asking you if you would like to be pinged.

It apparently is shipping Sam and Foolish

Wtf/

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Part One Is Here

Night had fallen, and Purpled had fallen asleep by the time the portal whooshed again. Punz was on his feet in less than a second, sword drawn. Micheal jumped from where he had been stoking the fire, sending an ember skittling across the floor. He picked it up and chucked it back in.

Punz looked down and kicked Purpled's leg. The shorter one yelped and fell out of the soft armchair, looking around wildy.

"Wassat? Whoosere?" Purpled hissed loudly. Punz sighed.

"I don't know. Stay here, I'm going to check." He crept to the door and looked out. "I see a person. It's not-I don't think it's Callahan-is it?" He flashed a torch in a certain pattern. A moment later, a slightly different pattern flashed back. Punz gave himself a small fist pump.

"It's him." Purpled shouldered his way past Punz and hollered out the door.

"HELLOOOOOOO WE ARE OVER HEEEERE!!!" Punz bonked his head.

"He can hear you fine when you're not screaming." Punz said, exasperated. Purpled looked chastised, and shut up. Punz squinted at Callahan's approaching figure. Micheal took out his journal.

What's wrong? He handed the notebook to Purpled, who read it over.

"He looks kinda different. Not sure how." He said quietly. Callahan was close now, and Punz gasped quietly.

"Oh." He said, hushed now. Callahan stood at the base of the house, waiting. Micheal then realised what everyone had been so affected by.

Callahan's headsticks were gone, and dark red blood ran in rivulets down his face, matting down his hair. He wiped some out of his eyes and held out a signed book to Punz.

"The server's not getting blown up?" Punz asked hesitantly. Callahan nodded, swaying slightly. Purpled grimaced at the blood staining his hoodie.

"Are you okay?" He asked. Callahan grinned widely, gave two thumbs-up, and collapsed. Punz yelped as the hybrid's head collided hard with the steps in front of the house. Purpled let out a (very manly) scream.

"Is he dead?!" He squawked. Micheal shook his head and stepped forwards, towards Callahan's motionless body. He bent down and felt for a pulse. The hybrid's heart fluttered under Micheal's hand like a trapped dove, missing a rhythm. Punz was staring, shocked.

"Is he alive, Micheal?" Micheal nodded and scooped the man up into his arms easily, hauling him up the steps and away from the house, towards the Greater SMP, Purpled and Punz following dumbly, Purpled now clutching the signed book. At some point during the journey, Callahan woke up, but didn't flail around, just stayed still, head leaning against Micheal's overalls, and breathed.

"Where are we going?" Punz asked in a whisper as the sun crested the horizon. Purpled had been thumbing through the signed book, mouthing words. Micheal didn't respond, just snorted and pointed towards a mountain face, soaring up into the sky. Purpled stared blankly at it for a second, then his eyes went wide.

"That's Sam's house! How did you find it?" He asked. Callahan stirred and tapped his head weakly, then Micheal's. I told him.

Punz flipped the lever, thoroughly confused, and the mountain opened into a cavernous entry hall. Purpled grinned wildly.

"I haven't been here in ages!" He bounced towards the chest, opening it and withdrawing a wooden sword. "This was mine!! I broke my arm with this!!" he was much too cheerful for the current situation, Micheal thought. Punz seemed to be thinking the same thing, because he wrestled the weapon out of Purpled's grip and chucked it to the other side of the room.

"Stay. Focused." He hissed. Purpled swallowed.

"Heh. Yeah. The uh, the helth pots are over here." he opened a cupboard. "Wrong one." He opened another. "Wrong one." He opened another. "Wro--" Punz grabbed his wrist.

"Where are the potions, Purpled?" He demanded. Purpled grinned weakly.

"He might have... um.... thrown them away? When we evacuated after Dream?" Purpled scrunched his eyes shut, waiting for Punz to yell. Instead, Punz just shut his eyes.

"How can we make more?" Punz asked. They began to argue. Micheal, still carrying Callahan, stepped over to what seemed to be a living room, and gently set down the hybrid on the couch, not letting anything touch his head. Callahan's breath hitched at being set down, and he curled in on himself, hands over his ears, eyes shut tight.

Micheal snorted at him roughly, and Callahan opened his eyes a bit. Micheal showed him the book.

I'm going to get a wet towel. Can you stay awake for now? was written on the page. Callahan took a minute to process it, then nodded slightly, managing a faint, unconvincing smile. Micheal took what he could get and hurried into the kitchen, where the two were still arguing.

"-don't know what you want from me, Punz!" Purpled said. Punz ran a hand down his face.

"I want you to help me make more potions!!" He cried. Purpled threw out his arms.

"WELL HERE I AM, INVENTORY-LESS, AND NO WAY TO GET TO THE NETHER." He yelled. Micheal stepped between them, writing down another message.

Is there a towel and a source of water here?

Purpled blinked. "Um, yeah. Out back. By the garden." Punz whirled to glare at him.

"Oh, so you know where the WATER is, huh? But not the BLAZE RODS?" He started. Purpled made a noise of anger.

"DO I LOOK LIKE I LIVE HERE??" He asked. Micheal left them to argue, not sure what to do about that specific problem. They weren't at risk of death. Probably. He got the towel and wet it with some slightly-less-than-clean water, but he hoped it would be okay. Hurrying back in, Punz and Purpled were silent, Purpled sitting slouched at the table, spinning an arrow in his hands, Punz rifling through the icebox, putting spoiled food after spoiled food into a composter.

Micheal hurried past the near physical block of angst radiating from both players, and made his way into the living room. Callahan had managed to sit up, gingerly pressing fingers against the wounds where his headsticks were. Micheal started to reach for his head with the towel, and Callahan's hand immediately wrapped around his wrist with a viselike grip. He realised a second later, and let go, rubbing his fist in a circle around his chest. Micheal snuffled and pressed the towel against the wound. Callahan's whole body tensed, and his mouth opened as if to scream, but no sound came out. He settled for digging his fingers into the wood table, eyes scrunched shut. Purpled ambled into the room as Micheal cleared away the blood and hair from the wounds, took one look at the mess, gagged, and left.

At some point in time, Punz had gone out to hunt, and a delicious smell came from the kitchen. Micheal stood up and wrote Are you hungry?, handing the book to Callahan. Callahan shrugged, gingerly feeling his temple, and stood up, almost face-planting but keeping steady.

The moment they stepped into the kitchen, Punz leapt on them, barking instructions.

"Callahan, go wash your hands, you're making the salad. Micheal, can you clean off some plates please? Purpled, get off your a*s and help me skin the rabbit." He busied himself with taking an absolutely massive meat cleaver and chopping the devil out of the carcass sitting on the stone butcher slab. Callahan finished by the sink and headed over to the icebox, poking his head in. He withdrew and tapped his fingers together once, then put all his fingers by his mouth. Punz sighed.

"I know there's no food." He said. Callahan raised his eyebrows and flicked out his hands by the wrist. Punz's eyes widened.

"I am not smart." he said matter-of-factly. Purpled laughed.

"Glad to know you've come to terms with it." Punz flicked a bit of entrail his way and turned back to Callahan. Micheal watched, amused, from the sink, still washing plates. It was relaxing, in a sense, being reintroduced to society this way.

"Will you go get some greens and stuff from the garden?" Punz asked. Purpled raised his hand like he was in a classroom. Punz groaned. "Yes, Purpled?"

"The garden is dead."

Callahan made two fists and pulled them back, then pointed at himself. Punz grinned a bit, turning to Purpled. "See? He's fine. Cut the rabbit, child."

"I'm not a child," Purpled grumbled, but did as he was told. This was nice, Micheal supposed. In a sort of twisted, fairytale-gone-wrong sort of way.

"Bye, Micheal!!" Papa said cheerfully, a smile on his face as he held out a photo for Micheal to take. Micheal chirped and reached up for Papa's horns. Papa laughed a bit, scooping Micheal into his arms.

"We'll be back before you know it," Daddy said softly, mismatched eyes twinkling in the dim torchlight. Micheal squeed happily and waved as his dads left the home.

The next day, they didn't return. But he waited still.

And waited.

And

Waited.

-Twelve Years Later-

He knew something was off when he heard the portal whoosh. Nobody had visited the SMP in years, let alone through the portal. Creeping to the door, he stared out.

A figure stood on the hill, illuminated by the light from the portal.

Papa? he didn't think so, but he stepped outside anyway, waving a torch above his head. After a moment, the short one waved back. The portal whooshed again, and a taller, lean figure stepped out, turning in a circle slowly.

He waved the torch again, as if to say Hey, over here!! The two newcomers began to make their way towards him, the shorter one having to jog to keep up with the tall one. It wasn't until they were close enough to see clearly that he realised.

These weren't Papa or Daddy.

The short one waved enthusiastically. "HELLO!! CAN YOU SPEAK ENGLISH??" The tall one shushed them.

"We're right here, don't scream." they soothed. The shorter one scoffed.

"Does it speak English though?"

He nodded. The short one grinned wildly.

"AWESOME! What's your name? I'm Purpled." He didn't know how to respond, just simply pointed at his mouth. The taller one frowned.

"You can't speak?" He nodded. The tall one tilted his head.

"Do you know how to write?" Of course he knew how to write. He'd taught himself years ago. He nodded. The tall one handed him a journal and a quill.

Where is Papa?

"Papa?" Purpled frowned. "Who's--oh my Prime." His eyes widened. "Punz! Punz, oh my Prime, we found him."

Punz blinked. "You mean Micheal? The piglin kid who was left behind years ago?" Purpled nodded enthusiastically. Punz sighed.

"You've made this so much more difficult. We came here to blow up the server."

You can't.

"Why not?" Purpled asked.

It's my home. I can't let you destroy it. My chickens will die.

Punz stared at the message. "We gotta destroy it. Dream told us to."

Then take me with you.

Purpled's face scrunched. "We-that's not-well, that is to say-"

Punz interjected. "You'll die. You can't go world-jumping. You're a mob."

Micheal gritted his teeth. Then I'll stay. I won't let you leave, it's been forever.

"Forever? Since when?"

Since Papa left.

Punz closes his eyes for a moment. "Micheal. Um... Tubbo--Papa--is dead."

What?

Micheal shook his head. No, no no no no no. Not possible.

Purpled winced. "I-I'm sorry, Micheal. He had the Wither, there was nothing we could do. Eret and Ponk nearly killed themselves trying to save him."

Eretanponk?

"No. Two people. Eret, and Ponk. They're our healers." Purpled sighed. "D'you think Eret could figure out a way to get Micheal to the other server?" Punz shook his head.

"I don't think even Foolish could do it."

Foolish visited, once. Micheal writes. Purpled frowned.

"Foolish?"

He was with a man with diamond on his head. He talked about delete.

Purpled gasps. "Foolish found Ske-" Punz slaps a hand over Purpled's mouth.

"You can't. Say. The name."

Purpled licks Punz's hand. Punz yanks it away with a groan.

"Why can't I say it?" he asks. Punz mouths, memory trigger, and Purpled's mouth opens in a silent "oh"

Punz thinks for a bit. Micheal waits. Purpled fidgets. Finally, Punz's face lights up. "I know what we can do. There's someone who's still here, on the server."

I'm the only one.

"Yeah, I'm surprised you haven't met him yet." Purpled says. "Honestly, he's probably watching us now. GIVE ME A SIGN IF YOU CAN HEAR ME!!!" He waits for a minute.

Punz sighs. "I guess he's not-" An egg hits the back of his head, and he whirls around, swinging his sword wildly. A huff comes from behind a tree, and a man emerges. A man who almost looks like Papa, but has sticks coming out of his head instead of spirals.

"You're late," a robotic-sounding voice speaks directly into Micheal's ear. He turns his head to search for it, and the stick-head man huffs a laugh. "It sounds weird at first. You get used to it."

"Hi, deer god," Purpled says slowly. The stick-head man levels him with a stare.

"I'm mute, not deaf. What do you need?" yeah, Micheal wasn't ever going to get used to that.

Punz picks eggshell out of his hair. "You gotta get the kid off-server. We're nuking the place. Tonight."

Stick-head man stiffens, snapping his head around to stare at Punz. He has a very interesting face, Micheal notices. It looks like someone took lapis and smeared it across his eyes and nose, which makes his unnerving green eyes stand out even more.

"You aren't destroying the server."

"I have to," Punz pleads. Stick-head man (MIcheal really needs to get a name) tilts his head.

"Says who?"

Purpled swallows audibly. "....DreamXD."

The stick-head man's lips thin. "He has no power here anymore."

Purpled drops his gaze to the ground. "Callahan, he said he'd kill Puffy if we didn't."

So that was his name. Micheal had heard Daddy talk about a mysterious man in the forest named Callahan. He was shorter than he expected, honestly.

"....have god powers, it's easy to kill him if he really had to." Callahan finished, staring expectantly at Micheal, who blinked back. Callahan stared silently at him, still as a statue. He didn't even blink. Moments passed like hours, and eventually, Callahan broke his infinite gaze, leaving Micheal feeling somehow like his mind had been searched through.

"I'm going to speak to Dream Ex-Dee. If you do anything while I'm gone, I will know." Callahan turned on his heel and hurried to the portal, awkward gait not making him seem godly at all.

Purpled shrugged and glanced over at Micheal. "Got food? We might be a while."