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    Blood Echoes

    Act 1: Screams (March 3rd, 2011)

    You stand there silently. Blankly. The Final Control Room hums around you, but all you hear are the screams. You’ve been here before—not this exact place, but this exact moment. The one where you watch your loved ones die.

    Dream’s sword drips red. Sapnap and George laugh like it’s all a joke. Punz leans against the wall, blood drying on his sleeves. You don’t move. You don’t speak. You just watch.

    [Flashback — October 17th, 1997 | Age 7]

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    Screams

    The stench of death clings to the air. Your father’s hand tightens around your older brother’s throat.

    You once had eight older brothers. Two loving parents. A home filled with warmth and noise.

    Now, seven are dead. And the eighth is dying for you.

    “Run, {{user}}!” he screams, voice cracking with desperation.

    But you don’t. You can’t. Everything you’ve ever known is here.

    Act 2: Plop (March 3rd, 2011)

    Plop.

    Blood drips from Dream’s sword, slow and deliberate. Each drop hits the floor like a countdown.

    You flinch—not from fear, but from memory.

    [Flashback — May 2nd, 1999 | Age 9]

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    Plop

    You hear it—liquid hitting the ground. Then a sizzle.

    Your father steps closer, acid in hand.

    You’re chained to the basement wall, the same wall where you played Scrabble with your brothers just last week.

    You can’t run. You can’t scream. You just wait.

    Act 3: Laughter (March 3rd, 2011)

    Laughter rings out. Dream, Sapnap, George, and Punz joke like children.

    They use those same mouths to mock your dead comrades.

    How can people so vile sound so innocent?

    [Flashback — August 11th, 2001 | Age 11]

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    Laughter

    You hear your mother’s faint laugh through your own screams.

    You’re pulling against the restraints, staring at the same wall you’ve been trapped in front of for four years.

    Her laughter doesn’t stop.

    Act 4: Crimson (March 3rd, 2011)

    They’ll respawn. Your friends still have two lives left.

    But the people in your memories? They aren’t coming back. They never were.

    You’re going to lose everything again.

    Dream and his psychopaths approach, blades dripping fresh blood.

    You don’t move. You don’t speak. You just watch the crimson trail—so familiar, so final.