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𖤓 THE CHILD OF THE SUN 𖤓

Aka, the Daisy Lore fic commissioned by @carpedzem

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48488560

“Please,” she says quietly, out loud, “I don’t wanna go back alone.”

The server doesn’t answer. The breeze dies, as if to say, it’s another morning wasted. You’re going to find nothing special here.

When Daisy’s shoulders slump, and she opens her eyes again, she finds Nothing Special in the form of a quietly gray man, staring down at her curiously.

[Or, Dream dies. A nuke is dropped. Children appear, and the world tries to heal, leaving Dream’s memory behind. 

This might have worked, if it hadn’t been for the youngest member of the Lore family. Just like her father, Daisy can’t let Dream be forgotten. Even if it means nearly destroying the world to do so.]

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𖤓 THE CHILD OF THE SUN 𖤓

Aka, the Daisy Lore fic commissioned by @carpedzem

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48488560

“Please,” she says quietly, out loud, “I don’t wanna go back alone.”

The server doesn’t answer. The breeze dies, as if to say, it’s another morning wasted. You’re going to find nothing special here.

When Daisy’s shoulders slump, and she opens her eyes again, she finds Nothing Special in the form of a quietly gray man, staring down at her curiously.

[Or, Dream dies. A nuke is dropped. Children appear, and the world tries to heal, leaving Dream’s memory behind. 

This might have worked, if it hadn’t been for the youngest member of the Lore family. Just like her father, Daisy can’t let Dream be forgotten. Even if it means nearly destroying the world to do so.]

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I'm not trapped in the narrative the narrative is trapped in here around me

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( Uodate coming Tomorrow iPromise )

#i’ve been sick ;—;

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they can't fall in love without meeting. they can't meet without falling in love. destined for both

#EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS.

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S2! Your writing is always such a treat, btw. :) thanks for continuing the story!

THANK YOU SO MUCH <33 i seriously appreciate it, this is so sweet :]

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most of you chose to open the gift — enjoy some soft c!snf for your choice :] one more interaction with sapnap, and then george has one last person to talk to before we move to task three with c!dream :DD choose wisely again!

He opens the gift. Obviously. Sapnap’s gift can wait: it’s George’s time to get something nice. Ripping open the paper of the large present, George’s smile drops.

“More wrapping paper.”

Sapnap bursts into laughter. It makes his eyes shine and nose crinkle in a way it hasn’t since they’d been kids. “Dude, your face.”

“You’re a prick,” George says primly, shoving at his best friend and tearing open more paper, “this is so dumb. You’re so dumb.”

There’s five layers of thick gift wrap, which Sapnap finds hilarious each and every time George rips one off, but eventually George gets to a wooden carved box, and Sapnap’s laughs peter out. All of a sudden, George is nervous.

“Let me guess,” he says dryly, to cover up his tension, “another box inside.”

Sapnap scoffs, but his face is too gentle for it to be a trick. “Open the box, Georgie.”

Georgie. God, it’s been years since Sapnap had called him that. Stifling his resolve, George pulled the lid off the box carefully, and pauses in stunned silence at the sight.

“…D’you know what they are?” Sapnap blurts out, when George’s silence stretches on. He’s unbearably close, and it’s too much, but for some reason, it’s only that close proximity that coaxes a strained breath from George’s lips, hitching just slightly. “I mean… I really didn’t know what to get you. The socks are just a dumb joke in case you need, like, a fake-present. But the pickaxes…”

“I know.” It’s hard to keep his voice even. “Yeah. It’s— the first ever pickaxes me and— me and him ever used.”

It’s like a kick to the teeth, seeing these again. Does he laugh or cry? If Dream hadn’t been pulled back to life, George knows he’d be horrifically embarrassed at his own inevitable tears. Now, he half wants to laugh at the horrible sadness of it all. Dream is alive. George is alive. But the people that made and used and abandoned these pickaxes are long dead. Nothing of them remains.

“If it’s— If it’s a dumb present, I can take them back.” Sapnap says quickly. “I just thought— I dunno. I was walking past what used to be the museum, and I saw one, and I just knew, right, I just knew the other would be close by. It felt… right. It sounds cheesy as hell, but it just felt right.”

George takes a moment to compose himself. When he speaks, it’s through a gaping chasm in his chest. “I like it. I like them. I— No, it’s not— It’s…” He fumbles with his words, and then pulls Sapnap’s present out of his pocket, suddenly flustered. “You’ve made me look like the worst friend ever.”

Sapnap takes it curiously, pulls open the wrapping paper, and bursts into startled, indignant laughter. It thaws the ice immediately. “You dick,” he grins, with no heat in the words, “you’re such an asshole.”

George helps when his present is thrown at his chest, clutching it dramatically. Sure, gifting Sapnap a cheap knockoff MCC trophy after he’d come in third almost this last entire year had been mean, but in his defence, last Christmas Sapnap had gotten him a Jesus-body-pillow.

(“You can pretend you’re hugging that XD guy or whatever,” Sapnap had told him cheerily, laughing at George’s frosty scowl, “Merry Christmas, George.”)

“Merry Christmas,” George sings now, but it ends up sounding softer and sincere when he looks down at the pickaxes again, “thanks, Sapnap. This is a pretty cool gift.”

Sapnap grins. “Thought you might like it. After— Well. After what came to light this year, what with Quackity and…”

Neither of them fill the silence. Sapnap shifts closer as a chill brushes by them, and he’s warm enough to keep them both protected from the icy cold. George cradles the pickaxes close, stares off into the distance in soft silence. Faintly through the mist, he sees the flower field.

S.1. -> BREAK THE SILENCE.

S.2. -> LET SAPNAP BREAK THE SILENCE.

#> daisy lore: christmas event

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the majority of votes were for K1 — press karl for his secret!! we also got two asks questioning roughly the same thing, so let’s leave this here too — and move on to our next person : ))

“Tell me,” George protests, “you never tell me anything. I want to know.”

Karl’s eyes snap to his kids. Helga is helping James unwrap Daisy’s gift to him, and James squeals in delight when a set of gloves tumble out. “Fire gloves!” The boy beams, pouncing on a triumphant Daisy and giving her a huge hug. “To stop me from burning people!”

“Thought they might be useful,” Daisy grins, “Happy holidays.”

“I don’t tell you anything, huh,” Karl says quietly, and George hesitates at the mild derisive tone that creeps into his friend’s voice, “that’s a bit hypocritical, right? I mean, you can’t even look Sapnap in the eye anymore, and you won’t tell him why. You’re hiding something from all of us, and you make up some stupid excuse about Patches.”

George is cold. His fingers feel like ice. “That’s not a lie,” he protests, “Patches—”

“Yeah, no, she’s here,” Karl agrees, “but you’ve been acting weirder for way before she showed up. You wanna talk about me not telling people stuff? How about we talk about Daisy’s other parent, huh, George?”

Through the rushing in his ears of blood and fear and sudden ice cold pressure, George only barely registers Helga dancing over to Sapnap with her new tiara, who scoops her up, laughing. Her little golden wings flutter behind her, and George remembers the vicious burst of white hot pain that had accompanied his death in Las Nevadas. The last thing he’d seen before his death had been wings like that. Older, more damaged. But just as golden.

“How’s your marriage going?” He snips, because he thinks he’ll burst if he doesn’t. “How’s things since Sapnap and Quackity’s little quibble? Quackity still sleeping on Bad’s couch? When was the last time you all had dinner together?”

Karl’s fingers are white around Patches. She miaows, and nips at Karl’s hand, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with you?” George snaps, taking Patches back carefully. Her heartbeat is rapid and feels like a bird throwing itself against George’s chest, and he holds her close, protectively. They’re not in earshot of anyone else, but he’s still terrified someone will overhear. “Bringing— that up now? I’m Daisy’s dad. That’s how it’s always been. That’s the way it will always be. She’s nobody else’s.”

“George—”

But George is moving away, pushing past Karl to his own front door, eager to choke in some fresh air and let Patches out. She’s in too much danger here, confined by people who will ask too many questions about her, and for a wild moment, he genuinely wants to grab Daisy and do the same with her. Patches doesn’t complain when she’s set down, and George sucks in a breath through tight teeth, closing his eyes and exhaling.

Fuck. He could really do with sleeping. It’s been a while since he got any comfort from his waking hours.

“Hey,” a voice says from behind him, and George nearly jumps out his skin, “Jesus, chill, chill. What’s wrong with you?”

The voice registers. George goes limp in recognition. “Oh,” he says, lamely, “it’s you.”

Sapnap scoffs. “Okay, rude. I just wanted to give you your present. Say hi. It’s been a while, dude. I miss you.”

Throat dry, George can only swallow thickly and nod. He misses Sapnap. More than anything he misses Sapnap. But—

Sapnap hands George a thick square parcel, wrapped up fancy in matching paper — clearly Quackity’s work, not Sapnap’s. George thinks fondly of the presents he’d got wrapped by Sapnap, remembers the sloppy, half-assed wrapping affectionately.

“You’re gonna love this,” Sapnap pushes, offering him a grin. It feels hopeful and not a little desperate. “Open it up, dude. I got it made specially for you. Open it.”

VOTE:

S1 -> GIVE SAPNAP HIS PRESENT.

S2 -> OPEN SAPNAP’S PRESENT.

#> daisy lore: christmas event #> daisy lore: george #> daisy lore: sapnap

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Ok so this is a day late bcz yesterday I sat down to draw and my hand just would NOT remember how drawing works but I finally finished it and even slapped on a bg and some shading! But ye here’s c!Dream teaching Daisy how to ride :D

Happy (late) birthday to Daisy from @daisylore-au you will always b famous to me

#sun this Gensrs made me cry. this is everything to me #LOOK AT THEM. LOOK AT THEMMMMMM #there’s so many references in here and im so emotional. dream’s daisy mask #spirit. the 405 shirt. THE MUSHROOM. #IM SERIOUSLY SOBBING THIS OS EVERYTHING TO ME #you have serious skill (LOOK AT THAT HORSE TJATS SO INCREDINLE) #everyone come cry over this with me. im sooooo so so so emotional #AND THEYRE IN THE FIELD. THE FIELD WHERE THEY FIRST MET. #everything about this is perfect THANK U SO SO MUCH #DAISY LOVES U #> daisy lore: art !! #> daisy lore: friends !!

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Did you see that daisy lore picture of daisy and spirit

i did NOT lemme go see it :o is it in the daisy lore tag ??

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k2 im actually scared telling the truth anywhere near sam...

you should be 😊 it’s not just sam you have to watch out for!!

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K2 — Tell Karl A Lie — won!! is it the best idea?? is it even a good idea?? is it a BAD idea?? who knows!! not you guys :D you’ve got another choice at the bottom, and then one last one after this before your time with karl runs out :) feel free to also send any questions you might want george to ask karl!! he might ask a few…

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Trust? Karl’s talking about trust? George wants to laugh. God, when is the last time they’d all trusted one another? Before the Red Days, when they’d been so divided and suspicious they’d almost gotten themselves killed? Before Dream’s death? Before the prison?

(Back in the first summer of the SMP, when Dream’s laugh had brought butterflies to George’s chest and made his own face match in a sunshine smile?)

George lets the silence stretch on too long for one minute, then two.

“George?”

“I am hiding something,” George admits, “Patches came back.”

Karl’s eyebrows fly up to his hair. “Like, Patches Patches?”

“No, the fake Patches. Obviously the only Patches we know, Karl.”

“Holy cow,” Karl breathes, ignoring George’s sarcastic response, “how long ago?”

George shrugs. “Like. I don’t know. Two weeks ago? Three? I’ve… been looking after her for a while. She just… um… appeared one day. I didn’t want to tell anyone who she is just yet. I don’t know, it doesn’t feel…”

“Right,” Karl offers, when his friend falters, “I get you. I mean, I’m not gonna tell anybody, dude. Cross my heart and all that.” His smile is pale on his face, and strangely drained. “Anything else? You’ve just been acting weird for a while now.”

“No,” George says, in a rush, “nothing else.”

This time, it’s Karl who lets the silence drag, those grey grey eyes of his boring into George’s, but George stays quiet, resolute.

“If you’re sure.” Karl looks tired, but says nothing. “Well, no fear. I’m not telling anyone about Patches. Your secret’s safe with—”

At the mention of her name, Patches appears, brushing against Karl’s ankles with a busy meow. Karl’s face softens instantly, and he scoops her up, earning himself a purr almost instantaneously.

“She looks so different,” he marvels, “I can’t believe she’s still alive.”

George scoffs, warmth blossoming in his chest at the sight. He wishes Dream could see this: then remembers with a pang that Dream is probably upstairs right now, listening to the sounds of merry friends families by himself.

“She was a baby when we got her, don’t forget,” he says, “it’s not like she was seventy or something. She’s just older now.”

Patches shoots him an indignant glare at the mention of her age. George pulls a face at her.

“It’s true.”

Glancing back up at Karl, George’s smile fades. His friend is distant, the way he used to get during and before the Red Days, before therapy and his marriage and their so-called happy ending. When Karl snaps his eyes towards him, they’re empty.

“What about you?” George pesters. “What’s been going on with you?”

“I had sex with your mom last night. I’m tired from it.”

“You’re an idiot.” He doesn’t let it drop. “Tell me the truth.”

“George…”

And admittedly, does he have any room to press when he hadn’t even told Karl his real secret? George pauses. In his defence, it’s not really his secret to tell in the first place. And he’s only asking Karl because he’s worried…

you have until 3pm est to choose c!george’s next course of action!! does he…

K1. PRESS KARL FOR HIS SECRET.

or

K2. CHANGE THE SUBJECT.

or

K3. [NOT UNLOCKED]

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daisy lore au is back the life is worth living again

#DAISY LORE IS BACK!!!!!!!!!! #this au exists for nat and nat only Btw

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He should say hi to Karl first, start with people he likes

TASK 2.1: KARL. Make the right dialogue choices and you’ll give George the best Christmas ever! You might even save some people’s fates without even knowing it…

George elbows his way through the crowd to bump arms against Karl, who grins at him brightly. His eyes are more grey than he remembers them being, but his hoodie is, as usual, brightly coloured: Christmas themed, with an ugly knitted penguin in the middle.

“I got you a Christmas present,” Karl says cheerfully, “Sapnap and Quackity and me have a bet to see who’s gift you like most.”

“Obviously not Sapnap’s,” George sniffs haughtily, “his gifts are bad. Let me see it.”

Karl laughs, and pulls out a festively wrapped present. It’s big, awkward, and holds promise of something expensive. George’s eyes gleam as he reaches for it.

“Not so fast!” His friend crows, holding it just out of his reach and shuffling neatly around Angel, who hurtles past screeching in delight to get to Michael, arriving with Tubbo. “You’ve got to answer the Christmas question to get it right. Santa’s rules.”

“Santa—” George begins, before pausing. He can’t exactly say Santa isn’t real when he’s surrounded by nine year olds. Karl giggles. “Okay, this is dumb. Ask me your stupid question.”

“Okay.” Karl’s eyes lock onto his. “You’re hiding something from all of us. What is it?”

George freezes. His heart skips a beat.

“I’m not gonna press you if you don’t wanna talk about it,” his friend continues, “a little trust would be nice, but it’s up to you.”

K1 -> TELL KARL THE TRUTH. (send K1)

K2 -> TELL KARL A LIE. (send K2)

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Not to be a Menace or anything but…if the kids are all here…does that mean my bestie is here too :O omg wolbur 🥰🥰 I’m sure u remember me 🥺 I’m giving him a reindeer headband for the festivities 😊🥳

“I remember you,” Wilbur says warily, “I’m going to issue a restraint order against you. Last time we spoke you gave me a Void headache. I didn’t even think that was possible.”

It is strange, though — he’s sitting alone, cross-legged in the downstairs room in Sam and Ponk’s house. Darian is nowhere to be found.

“Not everyone feels like celebrating Christmas in a big group of people that got you killed,” Wilbur adds, “and no— I don’t want your reindeer headband, it’s—”

Before he can protest too hard, a reindeer headband with a jingly golden bell appears on his head. Wilbur scowls.

“Happy Christmas,” he mutters sulkily, “I hope you have a terrible time.”

#dr3 deep down he loves u. pinky prommy #> daisy lore: christmas event #> daisy lore: wilbur and darian tag

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george check if dream didnt leave anything behind when he went to his room. any morning slippers or an extra blanked or a breakfast tableware? anything that would give away there was 3 people there in the morning

"He hates slippers," George mutters, "doesn't like how they feel on his feet. He didn't have breakfast this morning, and dinner dishes are washed..."

Patches meows at him.

"Oh, right. Patches-"

And then George's eyes land on Dream's makeshift mask in the corner of the room. It's plain, not marked with a smile: just plain quartz block carved into a thin white circle with some ribbon to secure it round his face, but it brings Dream comfort, and George had been proud of his own creation when he'd handed it to him.

It's also a dead giveaway of another person. Specifically, of Dream.

ACTION TAKEN: Dream's mask hidden. Action 5/5. TASK ONE: COMPLETE.

Following her father's gaze, Daisy's eyes widen, and she leapfrogs over a stool to shove it deep into the side of the couch - just in time, when Sapnap pokes his head through the door.

"Hey," he greets George, "you're awake. That makes a change."

"And you're early," George grumbles, "that makes a change too."

Sapnap's face creases into a grin. They've grown closer since talking about Dream's time in prison - George's heart warms despite the situation. "Merry Christmas to you too," his best friend scoffs, and Helga and James run into the room, glancing round anxiously for search of Dream, "the whole gang is here."

"Almost," Sam says, as they all filter in, "Tommy and Henry and Tubbo and Michael are running late, and- Darian isn't feeling great, so he wanted to stay at home. But apart from that, we're all here."

George hopes his smile isn't as pained as it seems. One by one, he sees Sapnap, Sam, Karl, Ponk, Bad and Skeppy, Puffy, and-

Quackity. Quackity is there. His heart skips a beat. He hasn't seen him since before finding out about Dream's torture. They've both been busy. Now, though, the silence is pregnant with tension.

Angel cuts through it by thrusting a present into Daisy's hands. "Happy Christmas Day, Daisy!" He beams, and Daisy shrieks with delight when she sees her present - a cat blanket, "I saw this and thought of you. Do you like it?!

"I love it!" Daisy gushes. "Hold on, lemme find yours!"

And the tension breaks, shattering into amicable chattering and hurrying around. George takes the busy moment to breathe a sigh of relief, and scan the room. Where is Patches? She can look after herself, he supposes.

Who does he talk to first? There are people trying to catch his eye. He's honestly not sure he wants to talk to all of them, but he has to make an effort with a few.

TASK TWO: George and socialising don't mix great, especially not in this scenario. He can talk to up to five people before presents are done, and you guys get to decide whether or not he lies to them, or tells the truth about Dream, or what he's doing!

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Dream’s mug (of course) and any presents labeled as “from Dream”

"Oh, mug!" George almost drops Patches, and earns a swat to his foot for the disrespect. "I actually almost forgot. Daisy literally designed it for him, too. It's obviously his. I'll just-"

ACTION TAKEN: washed and hidden mug. Action 3/5. ACTION TAKEN: stored presents from Dream. Action 4/5.

"I'll just make sure that whenever anyone's getting literally anything, they don't go in this cupboard." Pushing the door shut, George scans the room. Mug hidden, presents from Dream put away, art stored somewhere safer. Is he forgetting anything?

Daisy rushes back inside, face pinched with cold and anxiety. "They're coming," she warns her dad, and George can hear footsteps on the steps, "are you done?"

Is he? What's he missing?

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