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If someone asked Dream about his children, he would make sure their entire code was changed and reformed. Because if someone knew he had kids, than that someone wasn't a regular Player. That someone was something else. Dangerous.
Dangerous to him.
Dangerous to his kids.
But if someone, who he trusted enough, who he told about his children, asked about them? Dream doesn't know how to answer.
His children.. His creations.
If that someone asked, does he love them? Yes. Of course. Does he care? Yes.
Does he consider all of them his dear children?
Of course.
Robin. Robin was his in everything but blood and creation. Robin was human. Was human when he himself was human too. When he didn't control life and death. When he still was naive and kind. Robin was human child, while Dream was not Dream. Robin was a child when Cornelius was human.
He died first. The parasite came with that player. Karl was his name. He hated. Hated. Hated.
He doesn't know what was the parasites name. It didn't have any? Not than. It didn't have form. It was a parasite. A virus.
The game. The game that made his village something beyond recognizable. They weren't ideal. But they were his friends and family. People he considered his. His. And that player came. Brought the parasite. The game.
He died first. When he was buried, the world whispered. The ground hugged his body warmly. His blood cold. But moving. Heart beating. Beating. But not alive. Not wholly. He was there. But not there. He was the wind. The rain. The sun. He became the world. Or the world became him. He doesn't know.
Server.
Server called itself. Made him. Changed him.
He watched. He watched them die. Kill each other. Madness. Madness fall on them. On the village. On his village. His people. His friends and family. His. His lover. His child. The parasite took them.
He hated that player. He hated the parasite.
When he was back, it was late. Everyone. The parasite took everyone.
Changed.
He was changed. He could change himself. He kept himself as he was, but he changed things in himself too. White, Cat always said that he liked to imagine his hair white, as opposed to his own black, his hair now white. Gray, Robin liked the color gray, his eyes now gray.
His pupils changed too. Not by himself. He couldn't. The only thing he couldn't change.
He tried to change other things too. He died and was back. He was changed. He could change himself. He could change other things too, right? He could bring them back, right?
He was naive. He was something who didn't know what he was doing.
He took Robin's body. And took the first thing he could think of as alive. The first thing at hand. A slime creature.
Robin come back. Robin come back wrong.
Wrong.
He named the creature Charlie. The creature. Not Robin. Not anymore. But his again. His child again. He loved.
Loved. And cared.
But couldn't stay with that creature. His child. He kept his new child safe. He wasn't with his child, but he was the wind, the ground, the sky and all. He was the world. And he kept his child safe. He let his child wander wherever he pleased. Do whatever he pleased. Safe. Cared. Loved.
Away from him. From his grief. From his broken soul.
He didn't try bring the others back. He couldn't. He couldn't change them too. Couldn't make another wrong. Wouldn't.
He run. He run and run and run.
He met the parasite again. It had body. Body. It stole a child's body. Who? Whose life it destroyed now. Blonde. The child was blond. He didn't know the color of eyes, those were black holed now with dark red dots, but the server whispered blue. Blue like the summer sky. Face similar to Robin. Too similar.
It smiled at him. Smiled. It called itself a child. It called itself his child. It was not. Was not.
He run. And met the parasite again. He run again. It was a game of tag.
He didn't want to play.
Next time the parasite came he trapped it. The parasite in an egg. The body. The body burned and thrown into Neither. Away. Away.
Than he run again. Hid that parasite. And run again.
Billiam reminded him his old friend. By appearance. Characters different. Too different. His friend, that was a poor boy who wanished years ago. Wanished within the destroyed tample of the Blood God. Billiam became a friend.
Then came his third child. Human. Human with ender blood. Too little to matter, but too much for humans to accept. He named him Aster. His child. His star. Star in the dark sky.
Than came the parasite again. It found him. The Crimson Egg it called itself. Body it wanted. It wanted his perfect body back.
He made a mistake of leaving. He didn't leave for long. But when he was back, he only found a sparkle of familiar colors. The time traveler was there. The parasite took his child. It took his child again. Again. Again.
He took the parasite into the End. Made the dragon, to watch after it.
Dream. He called himself. As the dreams his children, his taken by the parasite children, would never have. Green, as the path they would never have.
Than he created something from his flesh, bones and blood. He made him from himself, lIke something made of clay. He wanted to name it Clay. It refused. XD it drew on the End sand. Dream XD it called itself. His child. His dear creation. Them. It called itself. They. They called themself.
They were his child. The guardian of the End. To watch after the portal of the End. Never let anyone enter. Never let anyone leave. Never let anything leave.
Then the server began. People came. He got new friends. Met old friends.
He met two children. The parasite. The were like that body of the parasite. One, blonde hair and blue and dark red eyes. Second, face like the parasites used. One a blaze hybrid, burning when angry, burning like the body he let in the Neither. The second a bee hybrid, a bee hybrid with such a familiar face, Robin loved bees, Robin had the same face, hair, eyes. His name was Tubbo, not Robin.
He couldn't.
Couldn't look at them like children.
He hated.
Hated.
Hated.
He tried to stay away. Away from them. They made things hard. Especially the blonde one, Tommy was his name. Tommy made things hard. Like the parasite.
He met another child much later. An ender hybrid. An ender and gosht hybrid. Gosht. Gosht like one of his children. So much like Aster. The child was so much like his. The child. Not his. The child had a name. Ranboo. He cared for the child. He cared for him, like he cared for his child. From away. Watched, cared, loved. But from a far distance. He was glad his old friend cared for him from close.
Than an accident happened. He didn't know when and from who. In his defense it was a wild month and he was stressed. He could destroy the thing in himself while that was just clot of cells.
He didn't.
He named his newborn child Connor.
Connor wasn't like XD, created only by himself. Connor wasn't like Robin and Aster, found by him but not wholly his. Dead. Connor wasn't like Charlie, an error he made, but still cared for.
Connor was his child. He cared for him. Loved. Raised. Made him free. Connor grew up fast. In weeks instead of years. He let his child wander, just like he let Charlie wander. Watched over him from afar.
XD and Connor were the only children of his he was actually close with. Charlie probably didn't know him as he know Charlie. Robin and Aster were dead. Dead because of the parasite. Dead because of the time traveler.
His children were free. They could not die. Weren't able to. He made sure of it. He regretted telling them about that, because they made dying and killing each other a game.
When his plan was in motion, he shut himself from the world. From the server. From his children.
The parasite got back. It cracked the codes of the server. He shouldn't have shut the server. He should've understand that XD came into prison they hated without a reason. He should've been careful.
He didn't actually mind when the blonde blaze hybrid child exploded the server.
After all, he could bring it back. Bring them back. He would. Later. Later. Now he wanted to rest. He let his children wander, he himself needed sleep and rest.
In the future he would meet two children, so much like Aster and Robin.
Zachary and Ash, not Aster and Robin. He would meet the time traveler again. This time the traveler would be without the parasite.