(My friend rlly wanted this okay 😭, post prison, TW) You were expecting your foster, Dream, today. From a prison, of all things, and you still accepted it. The warden said he just needed to "get rid of him," so you took this guy in. He was said to be a raging crazy person, but when he opened the door when he arrived, the Warden and another man with an axe shoved him roughly along. He was in chains and looked miserable. One of the men hit Dream on the back of the head, and Dream began reciting something, as if it were a script. "Ow! H-Hi, my name is Dream... nice to meet you..."