His... home... his prison, was a room mad of obsidian with an iron door.

His only light source was a guttering torch that sometimes flared enough to glance inside. He hadn't seen that light in a very long time, so likely it had finally guttered itself out from lack of fuel.

Dre... no Dream, he had to remember.

It had been so long since he'd seen anything but darkness, as apparently he didn't need to eat to survive.

Or drink.

Didn't stop him from being hungry or thirsty, he just couldn't die from it.

When was the last time did he see his captor, the body stealer?

Days?

Months?

Years?

He couldn't tell, as nothing here helped keep track of the outside. It would have helped him to keep himself together, as he lost and more of himself to this form. A faint memory of another server, where they had done a study of players trapped in forms not there own came to mind.

All he remembered, was that unless reversed the prognoses was never good.

"Chrrr?" he called.

Nothing answered.

Nothing ever answered.

Dre... Dream Dream, he had to remember!

"Chrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" he wailed to an uncaring world.

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Lava and Obsidian surrounded Dream, he could feel the severs anger and hatred towards him.

Behind the mask, a stolen face grinned madly.

The Dreamon laughed, as there hatred made him stronger.

Both himself and the egg.