I know it's been a while since I updated. Just know that it was mostly because of me trying to figure out what I was going to do for this little "Aftermath," section of this arc, and now that I figured it out, it's time for a little bit of fun. So, with that in mind, I do hope you guys are excited about this next chapter, as it will be the end of this arc in particular, and the next arc will become the longest one, as we will be doing a lot of training with the characters going forward.

I also want to add this: I've created a playlist for what I had in mind for opening and ending songs if this fanfic was to be turned into an animation (Which it won't, obviously, maybe? Idk.) The reason I did that was that, in my head, as I am writing, it shows itself to me as anime openings and whatnot, and other things like songs that would go perfect for those types of things.

I have two songs for Vol 1 and 2, here is the link to that if you're at all interested: open . spotify playlist / 3Fc5PqBa EP86ixW pulPFXb? si=4e2fc71 2c51a421c

And one more thing, there will be a surprise at the end of this chapter that I'm sure you guys might be glad about. Dare I do not spoil it, but those who have been reading for a while might have seen their name be dropped more than a couple of times.

But, before we get into this, as always!

Thank you to my one (and only) P/atreon: ZazzyB!

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With that out of the way, let's jump right into the final chapter of this arc

[On the Brink – Part 5]

They came back, as he knew they would. It had been about an hour since they had departed and returned, so Dream was giving them a bit of a rest since they all looked pretty tired. They had just wiped out an entire town for pete's sake, so he knew he had to give them some downtime.

However, while Dream was perfectly fine with Enmu and Mukago having that downtime, Hanako on the other hand was a completely different story.

Dream needed to have a word with Hanako, it was vital that he talked to her, now. Of course, Dream wasn't usually a paranoid person, and he still wasn't. No. If prison taught him anything, being paranoid was a bad idea, it allowed people to get into your head, and that was something Dream despised. If anything he was merely expressing caution.

When she had been turned into a Demon by Wilbur, Dream had noticed a few similarities that the two shared. The first thing of many were the scars on her face. The scars were jagged, and they shared the same positions on her face that Wilburs had.

Another similarity was her eyes. They had gone from whatever natural colour they were to a violent, blistering red. Although, he could be wrong in assuming that, perhaps all Demons who had just started out get the same red eyes, it was something to look out for in other newbie Demons.

Then there were the actual abilities of the Demons.

Of course, there were the common things that all Demons had—claws, fangs, pale skin, regeneration, and Blood Demon Arts. Enmu had reported to Dream that Hanako had awakened her Blood Demon Art, and it sounded similar, scratch that, the exact same as Wilburs.

Now, Dream was concerned about that for multiple reasons.

Reason number 1 – He had killed Tanjiro, her brother, and she knew about it. Wilburs Blood Demon Art did a lot of damage to him, far too much than he would like to admit. Had it not been for his mask, which was breaking, he would've died in that fight.

Reason number 2 – He didn't know how to kill Demons. For all he knew, Demons were invincible, and there was nothing he could do to kill them. Perhaps he would have to ask one of the Lower Moons, but that would have to come at a later point.

Reason Number 3 – Lower Moon 4, Mukago, took a particular liking to Hanako. Even if Dream wanted to kill Hanako, and even if Dream knew how to kill Hanako, he would have to go through Lower Moon 4, and the last thing he wanted to do was endure both Technoblades and Mukago's wraths.

All in all, Dream was not having a good time.

Currently, the man in green was sitting, well, kneeling at the dinner table in the main foyer, eating with Nezuko, who had been giving him glares every so often. He had tried to break the ice multiple times, but she seemed to have no want to talk to him.

He couldn't blame her, after all, he did kill Tanjiro in front of her, but that wasn't why he was a tad bit disappointed in the fact that she wouldn't talk to him.

He was bored.

Dream got bored easily, that was a fact, and because of this, when he didn't have people to talk to, he usually hummed songs to himself. There were a few that echoed in his head from time to time, such as ancient hymns that his father used to sing to him when he was really, really, young.

But outside of those, his mind usually stayed relatively empty.

He stared absentmindedly at Nezuko, who kept her head down as she ate. The silence reminded him so much of the prison, a place in which he refused to think about again, yet here he was, thinking about that dreaded place.

In front of the pair were two respective bowls of Miso soup, apparently something that these people ate a lot. It wasn't half bad in Dream's opinion—certainly better than beetroot soup and raw potatoes—but it lacked a special kick to it.

He dipped his soup spoon into the bowl, slid his mask to the side of his hood, and took a sip, a chunk of tofu sliding down his throat. He coughed into his sleeve, groaning slightly as Nezuko glared up at him.

"You smell, you know that?" Nezuko spat, catching Dream off guard.

"hah! Finally, you speak. Wait… do I really smell?" Dream said, lifting up his armpit as he smelt, recoiling from disgust. "Yikes, okay, yeah. I gotta wash this…" Dream said, grabbing the bottom of his hoodie, taking it off in a swift movement. Nezuko recoiled from shock and looked away.

"Gah! You ass! Why the hell did you do that?!" Nezuko said, holding her nose shut as Dream walked over to a pile of clothes of all kinds. Haori's, shirts, Kimono's, you name it, it was there. It didn't help that most of those clothes were either bloodstained, covered in dirt, or other miscellaneous things that could've added to the smell.

"What? You've never seen a man shirtless before? Jeez, grow up kiddo. It's not like I'm a woman," Dream said, grabbing his mask off of the hood of the hoodie and slipping it over his face. "Besides, I'm sure you've seen your brother without his shirt on," the man followed up as Nezuko huffed, looking over in his direction as she opened her eyes.

"It's not like I—" She paused, staring at the man who murdered her brother in cold blood and physically stopped breathing.

His body was riddled with scars. Scars on his back, scars on his chest, a massive scar where his heart would be, and scars all around his neck. This was not to mention how jacked he was. Underneath his hoodie, you'd be right to assume that he was scrawny, but in truth, that was a complete lie.

He had a near-perfect six-pack, his chest was defined in such a way that he'd be a force to be reckoned with if one were to go into hand-to-hand combat. Keep in mind, most Japanese men didn't exactly need to work out, so most of them just stayed healthy. Seeing anyone this physically built was rare, so much so one may even call it bizarre to look at.

Then there were his arms. His arms were well built, with scars travelling down them from the shoulder to the wrist.

All in all, to quote what she had heard Dream say about someone else he knew, back when Technoblade was still here to keep him in check: He was "Built like a brick-shit-house."

"Oh… oh my god… how did you get all those scars?" Nezuko said, slight concern filling her tone of voice as Dream scoffed.

"Battles. Lots and lots of battles. I've killed more people than I've met. Not that I like to admit that little fact about me, but it doesn't truly matter," Dream paused, shrugging. "I wanted to talk about your brother."

As soon as Dream said this, Nezuko lunged from the table and slammed Dream to the ground, raising a metal chopstick into the air and glaring at him, her eyes full of pent-up rage. Dream was quick to slam a fist into her ribs, sending her onto the floor as she tumbled, coughing.

Dream got up, slowly, breathing heavily. "I really am getting weak. Shit. But that doesn't matter. Let's not rush to violence, okay?" Dream said, reaching a hand out to the young Kamado.

In an act of defiance, Nezuko slapped the hand away and stood up, glaring at him. "I don't want to talk about my brother, who you killed, bastard," Nezuko snarled as Dream chuckled.

"Oh, please. Not that one, you idiot. See, this is why you wait until one finishes speaking. You already know why I killed Tanjiro. He was a traitor—"

"He wasn't a traitor! He hadn't done anything to you or your cause!" Nezuko snapped, interrupting the man, getting up into his face as she grabbed the chin of his mask. "He made a vague suggestion that he was going to run away to the Demon Slayers, and instead of letting him explain himself, you cut him down!" Nezuko spat, letting go of his mask with a hard yank.

"You killed my brother out of paranoia and nothing more! He didn't deserve anything of the sort! I'm sure if you talked to him, maybe you could've convinced him! But no, you… you killed practically the only real family I have left! My younger sister is a monster, and my younger brother is still in a coma! You selfish! Green! Bastard!" Nezuko roared, tears threatening to pour out of her eyes as Dream stood there, motionless.

Dream stared at her through his mask, an emotionless expression on his face, though his eyes were a roaring thunderous cloud of rage.

Heads turned, heads belonging to Rokuro and Rui in particular, watching the ongoing shouting match. They remained still, observing. All Rui could think about was how petty the fight was, although, for Rokuro, he was a little worried for the girl's life. Of course, he wouldn't step in, but he was still worried.

"Do you think she'll die?" Rui whispered, causing Rokuro to raise an eyebrow.

"Probably… but…" Rokuro stopped, gesturing to the door as Rui glanced at it, his eyes widening before nodding, turning back to tending to what seemed to be a small spider on the floor.

Back to Dream, who was still staring down at her, not saying a singular word as he glared underneath his mask. He huffed, clenching his fist as he bared his teeth underneath the smiley mask that he wore.

Without a single warning, Dream slapped Nezuko across the face, sending her down to the floor once again. Blood dripped from her mouth as she coughed, small splotches landing on the floor as she felt like her head had spun in circles.

"Now you listen to me, brat. I don't give a shit, I've let potential traitors run their mouths for far too long. Perhaps you would like to join your brother, eh?" Dream said, drawing his blade from out of thin air. Nezuko's eyes widened to the size of saucers as the man behind the mask raised his blade.

"Perhaps I should have—" He was cut off by a fist exploding out of his chest, blood erupting from the exit wound. He choked, blood coming out of his mouth as Dream bent forward, following the fist's trajectory as he stumbled back, bumping into someone behind him.

Streams of blood flowed down his chest and onto the floor. A pool began to form around where Dream stood as his mask worked overtime to heal all the internal damage from the wound, as well as the outer ones.

The object that lodged itself in his chest was preventing him from regenerating the wound that had spontaneously appeared, which in turn was causing him an immense amount of pain. "W-What's… blocking my healing…?" Dream thought as he looked down at the pink-tinted skin of a fist.

"You. Did. What?"

The rage that had been within Technoblade's voice was palpable, his eyes covered in shadow as Dream gagged on more blood that had risen from his throat.

"I left you alone with these people for two days. I entrusted you with their safety for two days. I even sent the Lower Moons here to follow your whim until I came back, and you turned around and killed one of the people that I entrusted you to protect, and were about to kill the other?" Technoblade's voice was filled with so much anger that it practically radiated off of him like an overflowing gauntlet of wine.

"I-I—" Dream tried to choke out some semblance of a rebuttal, but couldn't. Technoblade removed his fist from Dream's chest, letting the man fall to the ground as his wounds finally began to heal at rapid speeds.

"Perhaps I should've left you to rot within that prison cell back on the island. Perhaps you should've stayed there to die. Because the way I see it, you ruined my plans. Now. Where is the body?" Technoblade snarled as Dream coughed.

"I… I don't know… I had one of your… henchmen deal with it… the one with writing for the number "one" in his eye…" Dream said, removing his mask to wipe the blood off of his face. Technoblade huffed, his footsteps echoing around the foyer as he climbed the stairs up to the second floor.

The piglin stormed over to where he could feel Enmu's presence and swung open the door to the room Lower Moon 1 had been in. Enmu had been caught off guard by Technoblade's sudden appearance, stopping whatever it was he had been doing. His forehead was dripping with sweat as the wave of anger filled the room.

His presence was suffocating, similar to that of Muzan, except even more foreboding than that man.

"I'm only going to ask this once. What did you do with Tanjiro's body?" Technoblade spoke, his voice still dripping with anger, however, reduced it might have been. Enmu swallowed back the fear that had been building up within himself as he pointed inward to his stomach.

"I-I-I d-devoured it… I-I didn't know h-how to get rid of it w-without r-raising suspicion… I-I-I'm sorry for breaking y-you're rule lord Technoblade! P-Please, forgive me!" Enmu said, stepping back as Technoblade huffed before turning around and leaving Enmu by himself, shocking the Demon.

He stormed down the stairs, glaring at Dream as he drew his sword. "You've fucked up, Dream. I gave you a chance, and you ruined it. I—"

"The boy was a traitor, Techno! He was going to rat us out to the Demon Slayers!" Dream quickly interrupted, not letting the piglin finish his sentence. Technoblade stood there, holding onto his sword with a stance similar to that of a soldier waiting for orders.

Dream waited a few seconds, staring into Technoblade's eyes with the mask covering his own face, making it impossible for the half-pig, half-man to read his.

"Continue?" Technoblade said, lowering his weapon as Dream let out a sigh of relief.

"I don't know how he found out about our plan. It must have been from one of your Demon friends that you sent here, but I digress. Tanjiro found out about what happened between you and the two slayers that had attempted to attack you, needless to say, he was none too happy about being involved with that kind of thing. He told me, to my face, with no hesitation, that he was going to defect to the Demon Slayers and warn them about our upcoming attack on them. I, seeing no other option, gave him the choice to recant his statement or to die. He, stubbornly, chose to fight me. The fight ended up with him getting stabbed in the heart and passing moments later. I gave Enmu the body and told him to deal with it, whatever he did with the body is his business, not mine."

When Dream finished his explanation, Technoblade sheathed his sword, the piglin sighed before looking at Nezuko, then back at Dream.

"While your reasoning was flawed, and while he could have been subdued, the ultimate decision to end his life, while risky, might have played into our favour. While I was gone, I was able to learn from a former Hashira the basics of creating a Breathing Technique. Had Tanjiro been around long enough to learn from us, and then turn around to use it against us, we would be done for. I sensed a warrior's spirit in him, so perhaps that wasn't a bad idea, Dream. However, if I ever hear that you do that again, you will be the one who will be fed to the Demons, am I understood?" Technoblade stated bluntly as the man in green nodded.

Technoblade then looked over to Nezuko, who had just finished recovering from what had occurred moments before. "Nezuko, I would like to ask of you to get cleaned up and see to it that your wounds are tended to by Mukago or perhaps even myself. Afterward, there is much we will discuss as to your role in the up-and-coming invasion against the Demon Slayers. Okay?" Technoblade said as Nezuko, begrudgingly, nodded.

"Alright, the rest of you, Lower Moons, come with me. One of you grab Hanako for me, and Dream, you're coming too," Technoblade stated as Rui and Rokuro bowed.

"We will fetch the rest of us for you, master," Rokuro stated as Rui followed behind the burly Demon up the stairs and past Technoblade.

In the back of Technoblade's mind, everything was coming together. Sure, Tanjiro's death threw a small wrench into whatever plan that Technoblade had in mind, but that could easily be worked out. He thought about Takeo and frowned.

He hadn't personally checked on the boy in a while. After the meeting he was about to begin, he was going to make sure that the boy was still alive.

Despite how things seemed, Technoblade was sure that everything would go right. His plan was too big to fail, and with the coming days on the horizon, there was nothing that could possibly stop them now.

Things were looking good.

Things were not looking good, at all, not even in the slightest.

It had been two weeks, no, scratch that, a month since Technoblade and Dream disappeared from the prison, neigh, the entire island completely, and Tommy, for one, was not having it.

Slipping in and out of the prison was one thing, but straight-up vanishing?! No, that wasn't good. That wasn't good AT ALL!

"Tommy, calm down, it's not like Dream's gonna pop out of nowhere and stab you for no reason?" Ranboo's confused and slightly alarmed voice spoke to the panicked teen.

The half enderman, half… whatever the white part of him was, wore a black business suit, black pants, and a black-tie atop of a white shirt, which was underneath the business suit. One half of his face was white, while the other was black. On the black side of his face was a red-eye, and on the white half of his face was a green eye. Atop his head was a bejewelled golden crown, with two horns sprouting from his forehead.

On the other hand, there was Tommy.

Tommy wore a basic red v-neck t-shirt with a small tear in the right corner. There were a few stains on the shirt, as well as a couple of stitches to keep said shirt together and to keep it from falling apart. He wore light brown trousers and black shoes with a sword sheath on his hip as well as a quiver on his back. His skin was a pale white, and his eyes were a solid blue. The boy looked like your stereotypical white dude, but that was beside the point.

Currently, the pair of friends (Frenemies if you asked Tommy) were standing tall on a tower overlooking the prison just a few miles away. The unbelievable amount of stress Tommy had coursing through his veins was unmatched.

The fact that his enemy, abuser, whatever you want to call that monster named Dream, was out of the prison, alongside the world's most dangerous terrorist known to man, things could only go wrong from there.

Of course, Tommy was fearful, and no one could decide for him otherwise. But that wasn't all, Wilbur was also gone, which was what caused Ranboo to figure out that something wasn't right. People from the Greater Dream SMP were disappearing, that much was for sure, but to where, Tommy and Ranboo had no idea.

Which is what led them here, overlooking the prison.

"Calm down!? You want me to calm down?! Ranboo, I don't know if you know this, but Dream wants me DEAD!" Tommy said, spinning around, jabbing a finger into Ranboo's chest as the half and half winced. "W-What if he comes after me, huh?! He knows where I live, so it's not like he can't just pop out of nowhere and kill me!" Tommy spat, turning back around to face the prison.

"Sam's funeral was yesterday, and the prison is scheduled for demolition in the coming weeks. It was in Sam's will. If he were to die, the prison was to be destroyed so no one could use it for their own nefarious purposes. It was so that Dream couldn't claim ownership of it. But quite frankly, if we find Dream, we need to push him into that damn cell again," Tommy said, taking a deep breath.

"But Tommy? What if we don't find them? What if… what if they just want to be left alone? I doubt that after all that time Dream is going to come after anyone. Not until he gains some sort of strength back," Ranboo countered as Tommy glanced over his shoulder.

"Really? You really believe that?" Tommy started, glancing back at the prison as his vision steeled. "I get it. You don't know Dream like I do. Dream is a psychopath. All he cares about is control. If he can't have control, he'll kill whoever he can't control. Just look at Sam! He couldn't control Sam, so he killed him!" The blond teen said, grabbing onto the hilt of his sword.

"Once I find that green bastard, I'm going to stab him through his chest and make sure he dies. He won't be able to know what hit him when I do," Tommy stated, gritting his teeth together as a soft chuckle came from behind him. "What's so funny Ranboo?" Tommy spat, turning around, only to find a horrified Ranboo staring at him. "Huh?"

"T-Tommy! In f-front of you!" Ranboo spoke, and as Tommy turned around, he felt something slam into his chest as he fell backwards, sinking into the floor as soon as he hit it. The half and half looked up at Dream XD, horror in his eyes as the Dreamon somehow sprouted wings from his back, his signature mask covering his face as he pointed towards Ranboo.

"You are going with him, my child," and then, without any warning, Dream XD shoved Ranboo, hard, sending him into the floor as he began to sink into the wooden floor.

The last thing Ranboo heard was a cackling unlike any other as he slowly began to pass out.

-To Be Continued-