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The wind blew gently, moving along with the long dirty blond locks of the man sitting on top of the branch of a mahogany tree. The man had been living here for years now, disguised as a forest guardian to enshroud his real identity. The guardian slowly closed his eyes as the wind touched his face, as he heard the birds chirping from a far, imagining the dolphins swimming gracefully on the sea outside the frontier, and ideating the fireflies surrounding the wooden house built among the branches of the tree he was sitting on. When he heard a pebble being kicked around, his eyes quickly opened and looked at the mustachioed man— wearing a red checkered polo, black pants and high-cut leather boots— with a large backpack. A traveller. The green pupils of black cornea the forest guardian owns followed every movement the man makes as it walked towards his forest shrine. The guardian cleared his throat afore speaking, startling the other man who's kicking the poor little pebble from the pebbly forest floor as if it's the most annoying thing to ever exist.
"What does a traveller need here?" the voice echoed throughout the whole forest, sending a shiver down the man's spine. The forest guardian wearing the crown of leaves, green silk and gold glided down, as if in a featherlight weight when his feet touched the forest floor and made no sound against the grass. The traveller looked up at the forest sentinel towering all mighty, literally 8'0 feet above the ground, the other man not even reaching the guardian's shoulders but was still mesmerized with the deity-like beauty the latter have.
"U- Uh well. I got lost and I saw the shrine. I thought it's a house from a far s- so... yeah. Sorry...?" the guy tried asking his name as the forest keeper snorted and crossed his arms on his chest, scanning the man if he's worth the trust of knowing the former's name. The blond just sighed in defeat as he stomped his right foot on the ground, where he received a little chuckle from the other which he didn't mind. Well actually, he don't care.
"Daydream, and yours?" the traveller's eyes widened as he gaped in shock, Daydream supposed, but quickly regained himself when he smiled— sadly. "Hbomb, but people call me H. Uhm... s- sorry, Dre– I mean Daydream." the blond raised his eyebrow and whistled out of bafflement. Why are people always acting all suspicious and timid all the time? They are boring. No wonder playing with monster's lives are more fun than human being's.
"What's with the reaction, mortal?" H held the right shoulder strap of his bag as Daydream frowned— slightly annoyed— when the usually sweet and calm air was tainted with rage and agony.
Why is he polluting the air? What the hell.
Right before he start muttering sermons, the former spoke, incidentally cutting Daydream off where he received a snort. "Ah I- I know someone with the name Dream. Uhm... He was a really good guy. He helped us build our houses and gave us materials for making farms and enchanting our weapons but... y'know, people change. He's inside the prison now after he manipulated an actual child and blew up a country. He doesn't even seem to regret everything at all." the blond hummed as his eyes darkened, the air slowly turning into the scent of dolor and vengeance. Who even thought he would find that wrongdoer in his own land?
Hbomb suddenly smiled at him, though less cheery than earlier. "Now that I think about it, you do look like him a bit." Daydream rolled his eyes and huffed. Despite the last topic, the man named Hbomb was still too blithesome and it annoyed Daydream to an extent that he want to throw the shorter with all the power he got in his current appearance to and fro. The blond himself wasn't a fan of bubbly interactions since he's a very, very uncomic person— first of all, he's not a clown and making people smile isn't his thing. Second, he hates crowds, parties, fucking promenades, anything with humans.— The blond haven't meet such eupeptic person like Hbomb for years and it vex him for a reason— maybe because he's not used to the new person with the same bright aura apart from his lover, or maybe because he remained stuck inside this forest for 15 years with only two people visiting him, or maybe because of how he imagined some pink flowers beside Hbomb's face as if he's a high-spirited anime protagonist and it's maddening but like, who knows? Maybe there's a different reason.
"Well, well. Good for him though. He deserve everything in the world; the happiness, the friendships, the enemies, the betrayals with all the torment, excruciation and some other shit. You don't know when will the sinner leave the frontier, so y'all better make him enjoy his stay inside that prison, earthborn." the male gave him a questioning and confused look— more like suspicion and horror—, as if the sentinel meant something else with his statement. He do. The forest keeper just shrugged and snapped his fingers in front of Hbomb's face which he received a flinch in suprise. "Anyways, human. You got lost and you need help, don't you? Then i'll lead you out of my forest. I wouldn't want you staining the air here again, you see." the shorter just chuckled and nodded to the former as Daydream floated and led him towards the frontier of the forest and the nearest village, giving a little glance and a small smile at the man staring at him from the treehouse.
Unbeknownst to the townsfolk, the hominid inside the forsaken calaboose they put the man into was all but a fraud. The hoaxer was silently staring at the curtain of lava, fiddling his hands— which had no nails, probably an outcome of the ‘daily visitations’—, cursing under his breath at everything, at everyone who made his life an absolute hell. The violet tears of the obsidian— encaging him from the world he swore to destroy, away from the humans he ought to kill— slid down his scarred arms, always taunting him after all the blood and sweat he consumed. Who even thought that those pathetic townsmen would turn putty in his hands? Truly inferior, aren't they? No wonder they just threw their own admin away as if they never knew him in the flesh.
"Dream." the said man looked up to where the voice came from— only to see the familiar face again for the sixth time of the year. Sam, his prison's warden. The man who had been trying to manipulate him all the time he's been imprisoned. The man looking for the real Dream he never encountered. Poor him, he deserve all the pity the evil of the evil have. Dream just stared back at the other when his vision went hazy. "Dream." the taller said again but with more authority, as if he had the death grip over Dream in the first place. The voice of the warden may sound loud on someone's ears but, for some reason, the prisoner never heard it. His vision and his ears are all beclouded while something or someone was pulling and gripping his neck. It just seemed like the pretender never tasted the flavor of consequences unlike the sinner.
"F- fuck– Sam. I c- can't breathe. W- Why–" the man pleaded, clawing at his neck as though to take the non-existent hand away. Who knew he could ask for pleas? But not feel and give pity to those he killed?
"Dream. Stop hurting yourse– Dream, you're bleeding. Dream." Sam crouched down and grasped both the latter's shoulders, staring at how the jailbird claw at his own neck— the fresh and sweet scent of blood drifting inside his nose as it purified the odor of rusty metal inside the cell, making his mouth drool out of hunger. The hybrid set aside the weird feeling he never had before as he called the blond's name again, and Dream seemed to be everything but unconscious and deaf of his surroundings. Sam cursed aloud and pulled Dream into his chest as he started typing a message in his communicator with an actual dread in his gut and his lips pressed to a thin line.
[ Awesamdude ]: Phil and Bad, I need your help in the prison. Bring medical supplies. Quick.
He quickly took away his communicator and focused on the prisoner's breathing which sounded too ragged. He was pulling the scarred hands— which have a great loss of nails, wow— away from the latter's neck when he whiffed the faint scent of lemongrass and honey blending with the smell of blood and stench of something he can't pinpoint, both coming from one person. There's too many scent coming from Dream and he doesn't know what to do; the lemongrass and honey, the sweet blood, the ugly smell of rotten corpse, the distress, the anger. As of all his pending decisions, he ended up carrying Dream, the unusually thin man, outside the small cell temporarily.
When they got out of the cell, he carefully placed the thin and trembling body of the blond in the bed, the admin slowly curling to himself as if he was in an indefinite pain. Now that Dream's in front of him, he noticed all the various healed and unhealed scars the former have. He doesn't really pity the other, not even once, but today seemed different since he felt himself caring for Dream. When did he and Quackity actually went overboard of this torture? Is it too late to care for him?
"Sam, what happ–" when he heard the worried voice coming from his back, he turned around only to see Niki who stood frozen in her place, pure horror in her face. Sam stood up to calm her down but the woman cut him off with the moniker of the disabled one. "... D- Dream. Sam, w- what– what the fuck happened with him?!" the shorter walked towards the admin and cupped his face, silently scanning Dream's body with her teary eyes of dreadfulness while Sam just stood there with his head bowed down in embarrassment and dread. He never Niki curse at him, not until now at least.
"W- What did you d– Sam. Sam, w- what happened? Why is... D- Dream, oh my god." Niki asked again yet the creeper hybrid found himself unable to speak. He expected the lady to suspect him as one of Dream's abuser except the fact that Niki's presence made him scared till he can't do anything but stood stupidly in his place. "I'm sor–"
"Sam, we're he– D- DREAM." the warden turned around again to see Bad running towards his ‘friend’ that he also treated like his son with Phil still standing in his place, eyes widely staring at the admin's worn out posture as if he already gave up. The warden followed the older's gaze to Dream on the bed he never had for a year and he can't help but pity the other when he looked so tired of living. His hands trembled upon seeing the blond flinch away from Niki's and Bad's touch with all the same realizations he had months ago when the abuse started; He's as bad as Dream now, isn't he? He allowed Quackity inside the pandora's vault with all his consent and permission to sneak in things used to torment people. He manipulated Dream into thinking that he still cares about him. He hurt Dream. Sam was about to walk towards Niki and Bad when Phil startled them with a shout.
"STEP AWAY FROM DREA–" the three went flying went a strong force pushed them away from Dream. Niki was the first one to lift herself up from the obsidian floor to look at what happened, only to see Dream standing with black tint flowing out of his black eyes— When did his eyes become black?— and mouth. Sam saw Niki glaring at the admin with wide eyes as she stood in her place.
"Who are you and why are you in Dream's body?" the woman practically growled, her voice echoing throughout the whole prison and Sam cursed internally on how terrifying is Niki right now. How is she so frightening that the warden can feel her anger seeping through his bones as if it was tearing him open? Was the sweet and kind side of Nihachu all an act? The warden also saw Philza slowly standing from the floor with his wings broadly open, looking mighty and tough, clenching his fists till his knuckles became pale. Even the demon who's known as Sapnap's father became twice his normal size with a black thorned tail that looked longer than usual which made him realize something once again; he's with hybrids who had gone feral and there he is, shrinking on the floor.
"Fucking humans, again. You're making me laugh, don't ya’? Acting like you care about Dream but still threw him inside this goddamn box that I commissioned you to make, you pricks." Sam stood up with his eyebrows furrowed, confused. Who wouldn't be confused when Dream just said his name as if he's on a second person's point of view? Like an anime who had two identical characters but the evil one was pretending to be the good one for a one goal; to ruin his reputation. Sam shook his head from the silly idea.
No. No, impossible. It can't be.
Dream— or something else— nearly lost his balance but touched the wall to give him a support. Why wouldn't he be that weak? Quackity was torturing him for almost a year just because of that stupid revival book.
"O- Oh wait..." as if in a sudden actualization, the man laughed, like a fucking lunatic with a faint screech of a— a goddamn banshee, innit?— in the background. Sam even saw Bad reach for his ears as he covered it: Does demons have a sensitive hearing or is it just Bad? "You– You don't know who am I? I- I thought i'm Puffy's duckling? I thought i'm your Dreamie, Sam? I think you once said that I am the admin of this land, didn't ya’? So how come you don't know me?" He once again snickered and everyone inside this prison know that that pesky laugh is just getting into everyone's nerves. Once the weird lad calmed down from his evil snickering spree, he— or it?— looked at where they are with an authentically creepy wide smile while a lot of black tint was still flowing out of his mouth. Fuck.
"I'm glad you finally catch on to the fact that I am not your Dream. Let me introduce myself then before I drop out of your sight. My name is Nightmare, the dreamon who possessed your pretty admin for... hm, let's say a few years now. I'm also the dreamon who led Red or The Egg as you called him to this land. I'm also the one who started all the wars here for the entertainment." Sam's eyes widened as the dreamon clapped his hands twice, enjoying the horror on everyone's faces. The warden heard something clattering on the floor and turned around, only to meet Tommy, Techno and Sapnap with wide eyes and slightly parted lips. Some would say Techno looked calm, if it's not for the way he clenched his hands while holding a netherite sword and the way he's gritting his teeth as if he is a wild animal who got out of the forest for the first time. On the other hand, Tommy was the one who dropped the netherite axe in suprise, angry and uneasy, while Sapnap was almost fuming with his free hand trembling from anger.
"Do y'all know what's funny about this? It's because everything started 15 years ago, back when Dream bought this land he named Dream SMP."
"Who's those kids, Crow? Are you takin' kids under your wing now? I mean, its been a real long time since I saw you and... oh wow, you let your hair grow." the man named Crow— who had waist-length blond hair tied up into a ponytail, with gray wings and apparently a crow hybrid— sighed in exasperation as he finished putting diapers on the baby he got last month and looked at his visitor; a man in black suit with sitting on a stool with his legs crossed— a friend, really good friend.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm a changed man, Lush. I, honestly, found both this little piglet and brunette boy following me from the nether with bruises. Pitiable, on how you word it." the visitor with dirty blond locks looked at the baby inside the bassinet next but raised his eyebrow when the kid had his forehead furrowed as if he was about to cry. Lush doesn't blame the kid— he's indeed a scary man if he will. The kid suddenly started crying and the blond can't help but facepalm. That kid is fucking loud.
"Hm, this kid? My word, someone gave me this blond baby, not even knocking and simply left him outside my door in the middle of a snowstorm. Like, that's actually so fucking ill-mannered." the young blond just gave him a frisky look and raised his eyebrow once again, throwing a glance at the two kids on the floor— both the kids, one with brown hair while the other have pink, talking to each other... Well, not really. It's more like a one-sided conversation— and at the crying blond baby on the crib. That blond really sounded so irritating.
"Never thought that the old warrior has a soft spot for kids, especially for a little piglin– wait... that kid's not a piglin but a piglin hybrid." Crow gave him a surprised look and crouched down to the piglin hybrid's level.
"Oh, is he? I thought Technoblade's a piglin brute." the winged man hummed, observing the little kid on the floor playing with a pig stuffed toy. "Wait– Techno what? Are you the one who named him? Fuck that Crow. Small lad got a really, really weird name... oh wait. Nevermind, he's cute."
"Oh my Blood God, Lush. Are you a pedophile now?" Lush threw him a look of pure disgust as he raised his middle finger at the older man where he received a chuckle from.
"Fuck off, old man. I'm just telling you that this– this cute piglin hybrid will grew up strong and handso– Fuck, what the hell? Can you shut that loud baby's mouth off? I swear i'm gonna fucking sew that fucking mouth up." Crow chuckled and stood up from his place as he brought the crying baby in his arms, trying to hush him down before the catastrophe. He knew Lush very well. Once he said he will stitch the kid's mouth, he will probably do it. A lot knows he's an assassin who's likewise a needleworker— probably a cause of one's jeopardy, a great danger to the peoplehood. "It's because you're scaring him, Lush. Please hide your face." Lush only gave an offended, dramatic gasp where he received a soft laugh.
"Oh. By the way, since it's our first time meeting again after a few months, let me ask you a question before you leave." the blond hummed and took out a cigarette which Crow quickly pointed out. "No smoking inside my house, Lushie blond boy. There are literal kids here." the said blond rolled his eyes and snorted. The older just giggled as he made the small blond baby calm down who's currently looking at the him with the kid's big sapphire-like eyes.
"Lush, what are your plans now? You took a break, right?" Lush hummed and decided to be sentimental when he looked outside the window as he ate a candy instead of smoking cigarettes. "You know that i'm working at a restaurant with Dusk, right? Pshaw, we'll move to a new land now because I bought one a day ago." Crow looked back at him, shocked, but still gave off a little smile. He doesn't really expect Lush to change his own life since he– well, he's naturally a bad person ever since he's a kid, a lot of people knew. That's why Crow's glad that the assassin finally found someone who can change him— he must thank Dusk for that.
"You can come over when you feel like it. I mean, you know you're always welcome on the Dream SMP, Philza Minecraft." Philza smiled wider this time. Some would say Lush is the worst person you'll encounter but Phil knows he isn't, he's indeed badass but all his friends— as if he had a lot— knows he's not that bad.
"Sure, Dream. Tell Michael my greetings and please take care of your son." Dream slightly giggled as he smirked and stood up from his seat. "Okay, old man. Of course, i'll take care of my little Ranboo."
"When Dream bought the... Dream SMP?" the dreamon shrieked before laughing— Was that a wheeze? That sounded really ugly though, so unlike the real Dream— and looked at them with pity in his eyes.
"Yes, Sammy. I am the Dream you met ever since. Funny, isn't it? Y'all have been manipulated since day one yet no one noticed. A great addition to the fact that you never actually met Dream and that he doesn't know who the fuck are you. It's been an absolute entertainment since I tricked you into fighting each other. I shall say thank you for that, you know?" Sam can't do anything as if he's deaf of his surroundings when his world stopped spinning, painted with black and red pigment— agony and spleen. It seemed like his feet are glued to the ground with his mind rivited at what the dreamon just said. Dream's innocent all this time and he doesn't know his people's thingness— he doesn't know about Sam's existence. He's the warden, isn't he? So why is he feeling so helpless that his prisoner didn't just forget him but truly don't know he exist? Why is it painful? He broke out of his thoughts when a harsh coughing sound was heard from Dream— once again spewing that black ink which now have a smell of something so familiar to him: blood.
"Scram, the demon will return and you will all die— butchered with the bloodied shard, worth a pity when seen. A mere son of man held no power and that'll assure you that your soul will go up in flames inside the fiery depths of hell where you truly belong. Mark all my words because i'll be the one to consign you towards your death with no man left behind. Oh, but before I drop out of your sight, please tell Daydream my greetings. Tell the poor man that I would love to see him suffer." after all that formal essay, probably a threat, the dreamon babbled about, Dream— precisely his body— fell down on the ground with his eyes turning into green, a very dull green that never failed to send Niki and the others a chill down their spine. He had bright green eyes before but why is it gone now? It's scary. Sam never failed to see how Techno almost ran towards Dream with his eyes full of worry— carrying the thinner man in his arms, never failed to see how teary-eyed is Tommy just by looking at Dream, never failed to see the pure guilt in Sapnap's eyes— the guilt in everyone's eyes.
"We'll bring Dream on the community house. Dream's body is currently empty right now so I want to heal him up before his soul moves back to his body." Tommy raised his eyebrow, concern and guilt still visible on his face. "So Dream is technically dead for now?" both Techno and Phil hummed in agreement while the pinkette covered Dream with his cape, temporarily concealing his wounds— a lot of them all over the blond's body— before it get infected. Sam can't help but wonder if they are ready to kill for Dream after seeing all those scars—because he is and he knows it's easy since Quackity wasn't a very strong guy and also a bit, a really little bit, stupid. He doesn't even know Sam is willing to betray anyone if it's about Dream— the one he treated like a little brother but is now confused apropos of his feelings. The group walked towards the exit of the prison, now and then sharing their own thoughts with each other.
"I wonder what the real Dream is like. Does he laugh stupid too? Is he coldhearted? Oh wait, that doesn't seem right though. He can't be coldhearted because it doesn't fit his appearance." the avian suddenly snorted from what Tommy just said but smiled. "It does fit him, Tommy. You'll know sooner or later." Sam narrowed his eyes as he observed what Phil said.
Does the hybrid know Dream even before? Possible. Maybe the blond is Phil's friend decades ago? W- Wait, that doesn't sound right. Dream can't be that old. Maybe the blond is one of Phil's sons-in-paper but never told anyone? Or maybe Dream is Phil's biological son?
As if sharing the same thoughts, the six looked at each other with a crease on their own foreheads. Dream is possibly Phil's biological son and probably the reason why he wanted to help the younger blond so bad— that sounded right. Come to think of it, they look a bit alike.
"Dream's not my son if that's what you're thinking." their thoughts must've been too loud till Phil hit the nail on the head. They all quickly looked at anywhere— blushing from embarrassment— but the avian who was snickering on the corner of their eyes despite the current situation. "But how come? I mean, you do look a bit similar and you care for him so much. We wouldn't pry if it's not true, you know." the avian glimpsed at Dream's sleeping— He's not sleeping because he's temporarily dead.— figure when Niki told him that. They're wrong but they're half right.
"First of all, I don't look like him and he doesn't look like me, okay? You're just assuming we do because you thought we're related to each other. Second, of course i'll care for him. He's still our Dream and he will always be. At least we found out that the real Dream never manipulated and injured anyone, right? I actually think we are the one who owe him something." Bad sighed and they've gone to a comfortable silence while taking an amble with an angel. Phil carefully pulled Tommy's wrist to make him walk beside the older, the younger blond still overwhelmed with knowing the truth, the older patting his shoulder occasionally.
When they arrived at the community house, Techno— who have the unconscious-and-technically-dead Dream in his arms— and Phil climbed up the stairs as the second floor of the newly renovated house serves as an infirmary. Right before Phil disappear from their vision, Sam took the chance to say something he was aching to say earlier.
"Phil... P- Please take care of Dream." the warden stuttered out, uneasily fiddling with his trident, face contorted in a grimace of anger— for the dreamon or Nightmare or whatever— and worry— for Dream, their Dream. No wonder everyone felt Dream so distant, even from the start, back when the imposter invited them to the server— everyone knows how it feels: The way Dream's so near yet he felt so far. Just like Tommy, he can't also help but think what kind of person is the real Dream— if he radiates happiness as if he's the sun himself, or if he's cold-blooded as what Tommy about earlier, or if he's bubbleheaded— and that, itself, makes him anxiously fidget and wait until the real Dream come back to his own body. Everyone, especially him can't wait to meet Dream, finally after 15 fucking years.
"I will, mate. We all do share the same sympathy for him. That's why I- I won't– I won't let them take him away again this time, so please don't get too anxious and worried about him, yeah? I mean, i'm pretty much sure Dream doesn't want you to." He do? Does Philza really know something we don't— does Philza Minecraft know the real Dream? Are they connected to each other? Well, t- that's impossible. Phil had always been on his own server for so long, he said, not until the Dreamon white-listed him— unless he lied. Sam's sure that Dream— or that dreamon named Nightmare, the fucker who fucked up all their fucking lives— and Phil never had a sensible converse, never once. The colloquies that Phil and Nightmare had, according to Philza himself, was all about chaos, war, and– and unsurprisingly, chaos, again. Useless, innit? So why– why is Phil speaking as though he knows Dream very well? Should he ask Phil about this? Ah, maybe... maybe he should.
The creeper hybrid was about to ask a question but his mouth didn't appear to coordinate with his own brain. "Okay." Goddamnit.
"I'll see you all later then. Please... pray to Prime for Dream's health." the older man climbed up the stairs as he left everyone on the first floor, leaving the warden in his own unanswered questions. Sam just closed his eyes, tight, and opened it again to look at the others inside the community house; Bad opening his ender chest to grab healing potions for Dream— exchanging and mumbling words to his son, Sapnap sitting on the ground with his eyes currently staring at the ceiling— his thoughts seemed to be wandering around while his father is talking to him, Niki giving everyone cookies from her inventory that she baked earlier— she even gave Sam the number of pastry he wants, Tommy mindlessly eating the cookie Niki gave— worry and guilt still visible on his face as he looked smaller than the usual— sitting on a chair, and Techno who just came from upstairs— his white polo painted with red that everyone knows was Dream's blood— as Niki gave him six cookies in a little plate which he took and silently thanked. He even threw a glare at Sam's direction and the warden can't help but shudder.
What the fuck did he do this time?!
Ignoring the consistent glare being thrown at him, he looked away staring outside the community house. They're going to be here for a while don't they? He's going to be with that evil-looking-but-is-actually-evil piglin for a while don't he? How long is Dream even going to take just to come back to his body?
Daydream came back to his home, later than he expected: blame the annoyingly talkative, joyful and optimistic guy earlier. "Hello love. Who's that earlier?" the pitch-dark haired man asked, snaking his arms on the blond's waist, the other curling his hands on the man's nape. The blond smiled and nuzzled the other's hair, still on his 8'0 feet tall appearance. "H– H hmm... Hbond? Hbland? Hbroke? I... dunno. I don't remember. Just call him H." the other man hummed and hugged the blond— who was coming back to his not-very-human-like form when Daydream literally have an elf-like ears—, receiving a coo from the black-haired man.
"We really need to fix that shitty memory of yours, Daydream." Daydream chuckled and swayed both their bodies as if dancing a sweet and soft song in a middle school promenade— the blond loves it for a reason and everyone he had a dance with do too, even with Catt being the asocial and shy guy. The fireflies slowly surrounded them, giving the two— very close friends? couple?— an amazing night. Only a romantic dinner will make this night perfect, and sure that black-haired man will obviously make one— everything, anything for his Daydream. "No, Mitchell."
"It's Michael, Daydream. It's Michaelmcchill." the blond suddenly snickered and hit the other's shoulder, though lightly, as he hugged the man Michael— or Mitchell or anything because he thinks names sucks— back, humming a random tune he made up in his mind. This actually calmed himself a bit during the very down in the mouth feeling since he's going back to his body— He still needed to visit Crow for Pete's sake. Crow must've been worried after years of disappearing into thin fucking air.
Michelle knows he's disappearing now too, it's obvious since Daydream's right leg has a glowing line around it— a sign he's coming back to his forsaken but possessed body— and Mikehail was aware of it. Daydream was, of course, as glad as Exdee, as Prime, as Blood God, and as Mistress Curtains that he'll be back after everything that dreamon caused as he bullshitted him. He's even happier that his son, and Mitchail and Crow will be the one to welcome him because why won't he be? He's sure there'll be nothing wrong when he comes back, right? Yeah, right.
"Sure, Mikhailmcchill."