Dream a Nightmare

"You really can't blame me," the enderman said. "It was too good of an opportunity to pass up."

"No, I think that we really can," Dream said. The other Dreams all seemed to agree with him, judging from their glares.

"Well, regardless, we have some things to discuss," the enderman said. It stood up, and Dream was finally struck with just how tall it really was. Looking at it, Dream decided that it must be at least thirty blocks tall. And yet, it still gave off a sense of... a sort of solidness, or strength. Even though its head and limbs were much higher than those of a normal enderman, it was not actually that much thicker, or, at least, it didn't appear to be. Dream remembered the creature's grip on his shoulder, and wondered. 

Perhaps it only looked thin because it was so tall. If that was the case, then it might have arms that were thicker than Dream's whole body. 

Dream paused. That couldn't be right. If it was thirty blocks tall and looked spindly, then it would have limbs that were barely thicker than Dream's own. 

Dream looked at the enderman again. It was now so tall that Dream couldn't even see the head of it to make an estimate. Clearly, it was growing.

Then Dream felt some sort of presence. It felt somewhat similar to the first other Dream's thoughts, but older, and just different. There wasn't really a better description. 

Dream's vision flashed away. Instead he saw an eye. It was a bright green, and it seemed to be looking at him. But there was something off about the eye. It wasn't complete. There were no pieces missing from it, and yet, it was but a small fraction of what it could have been. The eye was confused. Slowly, a body started to fade in around it, but that wasn't what it was missing. The eye wasn't where it was supposed to be, and it didn't even know whether it was the thing missing, or something was missing from it.

And then the feeling vanished, and there stood Ranboo. No, it wasn't Ranboo. It was his ghost. Dream had heard of Ranboo's ghost, but he had never seen him. 

Ghosts were supposed to be just a small part of the person, but this one wasn't. He seemed more whole than Ranboo ever had. Dream looked at Ranboo's green eye, but he could feel one of the things that he had felt just moments before. 

"Hello, Dream," Ranboo said. His face was serene. Dream had never seen Ranboo like that while he was alive. "We have a few things to discuss."

"Like why I'm here?" Dream asked. 

"Yes, of course," Ranboo said. "But we need to have everyone here first."

As soon as he said that, the enderman exploded. It wasn't a typical explosion; instead of fire, there was only a wave of purple. As it passed over him Dream saw the eye again, but it was not alone. There were more eyes, and this time, the eye was not scared. It was confident. And it had something that it wanted to say. But it couldn't say it. Dream could feel frustration from the eye.

And he could feel himself getting slapped across the face.

"Hey!" the first other Dream yelled in his face. Then his voice quieted to a normal level. "Wake up."

"What," Dream snapped, annoyed.

"You were blanking," the girl Dream said. Mexican Dream and Ranboo said nothing, but they both had a troubled expression on their face. It looked fine for Ranboo, but it just seemed wrong for Mexican Dream to wear that expression.

"What did you see?" Ranboo asked. His expression was worried, but his voice still seemed serene.

"I saw an eye," Dream said. Hearing that, Ranboo cast a searching glance around, but he couldn't find what he was looking for.

"Well," Ranboo said. "We have more things to discuss than I originally thought."

With those words, he turned around, and walked away. The Dreams all looked around at each other, except for Mexican Dream, and then they followed him, out into infinity.

/perspective shift ####

What a pitiful group. Alone with only each other, lost in the cosmos, in a sea of mystery, where Death comes if one ventures too deep. 

And then they were joined by a powerful force. And then another one.

And suddenly this pitiful group could take on everything that dwells in this madness called Limbo, and emerge almost unscathed.