Basically Ranboo's stream:

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Dream's head tilted to the side, and he leaned against the wall. "A deal?" he mused, scratching behind his mask. "What kind of deal?"

I licked my lips and took a breath. "I ask one thing of you..." I started, then hesitated. Was I really about to do this?

Be selfish for once in your life.

"And in return, I'll do one thing you ask of me." I finished, and Dream's interest was peaked. He stood from his place at the wall and circled me. "What, exactly," he inquired, looking me up and down, "Could you offer me?"

My eyes followed him, taking in everything as he walked around me. What could I offer him? Dream was stuck in there all the time, for the rest of his life.

There was no way in hell I was going to help him get out. He would try to hurt the kids. I can't give him a physical advantage.

"Information," I offered, and Dream stopped in his tracks, "I can give you information. I can tell you what's going on outside, who's allied with who. All that stuff."

That's what I could give him...

Dream's smile grew, "Information can be used dangerously in the wrong hands, you know." He said and I nodded, "I am aware." I replied, nibbling at the inside of my lip.

Besides...

I never said that the information was going to be accurate.

"What is it that you want?" He asked, looking at me, almost taunting me. I couldn't see Dream's face, but I could feel it.

Taking a deep breath, I gently tugged Ghostbur's ring out of hiding. Sliding the string from around my neck, I held the ring up, the gold glinting, caused by the glow of the lava behind me.

"I want you to bring Ghostbur back," I said, and Dream folded his hands. He tilted his head again, small pieces of hair popping out from his hood, framing his masked face. "Are you sure that's what you want?" he inquired.

"That's all I've ever wanted," I whispered softly, and Dream nodded.

It was quiet for a while, the only thing I heard was the beat of my own heart and the bubbling of lava behind me. Abruptly, Dream spoke.

"I can resurrect him," Dream said, "But you're going to have to go in to get him. In the afterlife, the dead will only respond to those they knew in life," he explained, "And the stronger the connection, the more possible it will become for the resurrection to work. You being married, the connection should be more than enough."

"How exactly am I supposed to get to him?" I asked, and Dream held up his hand, telling me to wait. He approached me and placed his pointer and middle fingers on my forehead, and his thumb on the tip of my nose.

Dream whispered something that sounded like 'release', and I felt my brain get fuzzy. But before my brain slipping into unconsciousness, I heard Dream gasp lightly, and he crumpled to the ground next to me. His mask became askew, and I could see light green eyes closing.

And I blacked out.

Once I had shut down U/n's mind, I knew I had made a mistake. As his eyes slid shut, I felt myself slip into unconsciousness as well.

I stood in a room that I believed to be some kind of library or study. The walls were lined with books of all different genres and colors. From Matilda to War and Peace. But they were all overgrown with vibrant green vines.

They hadn't been read in ages.

In fact, the entire room was nature-based. The bookshelves were made of woven trees, you could see the wooden knots. I could feel the grass crunch under my feet. And the light... I looked up. Hundreds, possibly thousands of fireflies were perched on the ceiling.

Not completely dark, but enough to read comfortably.

Turning my attention back to the books, I noticed different books that seemed... out of place.

Childhood, Growing Up, End...

As I got farther down the shelf, the topics became more familiar to me.

L'manburg, Tommy, Ghostbur, Ranboo.

I pulled one of the books off the shelf, it seemed to be the most recent. The Prison. My mouth stretched into a smile. This could all be useful. Taking the cover of the book, I tried to flip it open to the first page.

I barely got a glimpse of it before the book snapped harshly shut on its own. It almost took off one of my fingers. The book radiated purple energy and materialized chains, wrapping around it. Then it disappeared and reappeared on the shelf.

Pictures?

Why was there a bunch of pictures of the prison? I pulled out another book and the same results. Pictures inside, the book snapped shut, and it went back to the shelf.

As I scowled, I noticed a soft glow coming from one of the shelves.

A new book appeared on the shelf, and the spine read; Train. That's when I realized.

I'm in his head. I'm literally in U/n's mind. These books are his memories. My eyes drifted back to the new book.

And it would appear... that he's en route.

I found myself laying on the floor of a train.

The cars rocked side to side, the loud clacking of the tracks echoed around me. A horn blared somewhere in the distance, but from where, I couldn't tell.

I shakily sat up, gripping at the seats for support as I did. The seats were a dark gray, and the train car's walls were a pale yellow. The doors at each end of the car were strange. They were doors you would see in a house, not a train. They had keyholes and everything.

Loops hung from the ceiling, and I grabbed one to pull myself the rest of the way up.

Standing on unsteady feet, I tried to clear my mind. It felt like someone was running around in my brain.

And the sound of the train wasn't helping either. The clacking of the train wheels was almost unbearable. Outside of the windows, there was nothing. Blank darkness spread for who knows how far, obscuring anything that might be outside.

A sign to my right read, 'Denial.'

I blinked harshly, looking around the train car.

Ghostbur, Ghostbur, where was he? There was no one in the car with me. I double-checked, then triple-checked.

No one.

I had to go to the next car. Looking out the back of the car I was in, I realized that I was most likely at the back of the train. At the caboose.

That meant I could only go forwards.

I wobbled forwards, stumbling slightly as the train took a sharp turn around a corner. Regaining my balance, I got the door of the car. I tugged at the handle. Nothing. Looking around, I saw a rusty-looking key hanging on a hook. Gently taking the key off, I pushed it into the lock.

It fit.

Turning the key slightly, I heard the heavy click of the door unlocking. I felt a sharp pain in my left ear, and I winced. Grabbing my ear, I felt something slick. Pulling my hand away, I stared in disbelief at the small amount of shiny blood that covered my palm.

What the...?

I shook my head slightly and grabbed the door handle. Pulling, it opened with a loud squeal. I walked through it and was met with another train car.

It was the exact same as the last one, only slightly more degraded. The walls peeled slightly, and the car altogether was just faded looking. Another sign read 'Anger'.

I immediately walked towards the door at the other end of the car and tugged at it. This one slid open.

Then, through four more cars, I walked through. Each had a sign. The first had been denial, then anger, followed by bargaining and depression.

Entering another car, I began walking through what seemed like miles and miles of the same train car. It never seemed to end.

Eventually, I had to sit down. I was exhausted. Laying down on the seats, I drifted off to sleep.

"/n, U/n!" A voice called out, and I could feel my body being shaken. Even without opening my eyes, I knew that voice. My body shot up before my eyes even opened, and when they did, I saw him.

"Ghostbur!" I exclaimed, checking him over. He was himself, but off...

He seemed sadder and more transparent before. "Where you fading?" I asked softly, and he nodded sadly. "Yeah... I think it's because I'm a ghost, and ghosts fade very quickly in this place, because I don't have a physical body."

I gently took his hand, and he looked up at me. "You have to come back. Please, we need you." I begged, but Ghostbur shook his head. "I can't leave," he whispered, looking at the walls. "I've tried, but I can't leave. Not by myself anyway."

"You're not by yourself anymore," I told him, and pulled him through the doors of the train. We walked until we came to the first car I had appeared in. I walked towards the exit and pulled it open.

The white light almost blinded me, and I blinked harshly. Turning to Ghostbur, I held out a hand. "Shall we?"

He smiled gently and took it.

And then I felt a sharp stinging sensation and passed out. Again...

Goddamn it.

I once again woke up, but this time I was back in Dream's cell.

Dream was curled up in a corner with a pissed-looking Secret standing over him. I looked around me and panicked, where the hell is Ghostbur?

"Where is he?!" I hissed, marching over to Dream and picking up by the collar of his hoodie. He looked scared for a moment, but then he smiled. My grip tightened in anger, "What?!"

"I'm looking right at him," he crooned, and I dropped him in confusion, "I think you should take a look in the cauldron. Oh, this is great, I never knew that sending you in could have this kind of result!" Dream laughed, his shoulders shaking.

I narrowed my eyes and made my way over to the cauldron. Peering into it, it took me a few seconds to understand what I was seeing.

I looked, drastically different than when I went in.

My hair now contained a dark brown stripe, one of my eyes had turned a cornflower blue with silvery tears were coming from it. Putting my hand to my arm, I could see and feel the ghostly image of a gaping wound, bleeding blue blood.

came a quiet whisper from my mind, and I froze in place. The reason Ghostbur wasn't here...

"Oh my god..." I whispered,

I've absorbed him."