Notes!!!!! - For the relationships they are nothing sexual! I probably will never do any sexual relationships cause I'm bad at writing that kind of stuff......
- Over the span of two weeks rumors spread by the Bastard of a step-father were spread. Dream ran almost the whole two weeks only to stop to gather food, water, and short spans of quick rest. All of Dream's attempts to get the chain collar off failed from either the tools breaking or the first few hunters to get a compass. By the first week since Dream ran away his step-father placed a bounty on his head. His bounty was for Dream alive so the hunters if they ever got close never use lethal ways to try and catch Dream. This pattern continued for 6 months of running, hiding, stealing, fight some mobs, and very small periods of sleep. Dream could rarely get his hands on anymore tools and the few he had he didn't want to risk breaking.
- He would now only pick the lock once he managed to steal the hunter's compass and break it, or they gave up and went home. Dream watched as a group of two hunters gave up and Dream quickly pulled out one of his most used tools. He carefully placed the end in the lock before pulling out a slightly rusted bobby-pin. Placing the Bobby-pin in the bottom half of the lock he started trying to unlock the lock. As he twisted and turned the tools in his hands, carefully not to break them, he didn't notice a group of three hunts up the hill just outside the forest he was crouched in. One hunter was racking an arrow and took aim. What they didn't know was what they thought was an animal was really the person they were hunting. Dreams green hoodie had blended in with the bushes as his mask facing down looked like an animal's flank. His dark/light brown pants looked like the animal's torso.
- With a deep breath in the hunter released the arrow and it went speeding into Dream's side. Dream was thrown sideways at impact but stumbled up and ran. He heard yells behind him but he held his side and ran. He weaved through the trees to stay out of the hunters' sight. He hid in tight vegetation and became his fox form. The arrow stuck through his side in an awkward angle. Hearing the hunters get closer to where he was scared Dream. He ran out of the vegetation and in the opposite direction he heard the hunters. Dream's running was messy and he stumbled a lot. An arrow in your side as an animal is up and down due to being on four legs. He ran even as his side screamed in pain more with every stumble. He could hear the hunters start yelling at each other as he was slowly getting slower.
- They were catching up fast and at some points screamed out Dream. Dream stumbled and fell over. The arrow was pulled sideways and Dream panicked. With where the arrow was positioned he couldn't get up without causing major pain. As the yelling got louder Dream was getting more desperate. He took a sharp deep breath before shoving his way up ripping on the arrow and wound. He hurried away from the hunters' yells as more blood poured from the wound. Dream found these hunters weird. One they used more lethal approaches and two they didn't even care to be quiet and sneak up on Dream. It reminded Dream that he was only known as Dream by the world. He hasn't actually heard his name in years. It had been 14 years to be more accurate. His mother was the last one to call him by his real name. 'I'm sorry Clay. I'm sorry you should be treated better than this. Just remember mommy loves you Clay. She just doesn't have the money to bring you with.' That was the last thing she said to him. He was two, how was he supposed to know that she was leaving forever.
- Dream looked through the trees looking for any kind of hole or cave he could hide in and try and take care of his wound. He found none and kept stumbling forward almost into a tree. The arrow was a good shot at that distance if it was an actual animal but sadly it was Dream. He panicked as he heard the hunters a lot closer than he expected and tried running faster. He was running at a decent pace until a larger fox ran and tackled Dream down.
"Stay down!" It said hastily.
Dream tried moving but the larger fox grabbed his scruff.
"This might hurt. I'm sorry." It said through the side of its mouth not holding Dream's scruff.
Dream's body was crashing as all the adrenaline ran out of his body leaving no energy to retaliate. The fox started gently pulling Dream in the opposite direction of where the hunters are.
- The hunters came running through the trees following the blood trail. When the larger fox heard them he dropped Dream's scruff and snarled at them.
"Stay away!" It tried yelling at them.
It stood over Dream's thin frame, fur standing on end.
"Good going! You shot a fox!" A voice yelled hurting Dream's ears.
"Oh no look at the mother!" Another voice exclaimed at a higher pitch.
"Should I put it out of its misery?" Another asked.
"No we need to save it you Muffin!" The higher pitched voice yelled.
"Well we need to do something about the other fox." The first voice said.
"Scare it away." Stated the higher pitched one.
The fox growled as the hunters tried approaching. They stopped momentarily before exchanging glances and approaching faster.
"I'm sorry young one! I'll go get help from the forest man!" It said half snarl as it was looking at the hunters.
It turned and ran into the woods as Dream tensed at the fox leaving. His mind wasn't processing fast enough to realize that he was helpless to the hunters.
- "The other fox ran! Get ready! We'll need to stop the bleeding and get the arrow out immediately." The higher pitched one ordered.
They surrounded Dream before grabbing what they need. They all struck fast and at once so Dream could dodge even if he could. One carefully pinned him down by his legs as a hand gently but firmly grabbed his muzzle. Dream tried to struggle as he felt hands grab the arrow.
"Hold him down!" The one by Dream's face said.
"I'm sorry little muffin." The higher pitched one said before the arrow was ripped from his side.
A muffle fox cry came from Dream's mouth.
"Hurry and get the bandages ready. As soon as I finish stitching this side flip him and I have to do the other side." The higher pitched one said.
They did as told and as the stitches went into Dream's side they heard the small muffled whimpers. Dream was carefully picked up and bandages were wrapped around his body. Black was slowly enclosing on his vision. He was carefully readjusted into another pair of arms. Fingers carefully went under his chin and lifted Dream's head without resistance. His head was gently laid back on the arms so he could rest.
- The hunter holding Dream smiled slightly to see the little muffin sleeping in his arms and not laying on the ground with an arrow stuck out his side.
"Bad. He'll be okay. The little thing had you fix him up after all." Another hunter approached the man named Bad.
"I know Sapnap but we were the ones to hurt the little muffin. You saw how desperate the mother was to protect it." Bad said sadly.
"I know Bad I know. But we are saving the little thing aren't we? We aren't just letting it die or killing it for our mistake." Sapnap stated.
"You muffin head!" Bad said.
"What I didn't even swear!" Sapnap exclaimed.
"You talked about killing it that is why Bad yelled at you." The last hunter explained.
"You're the one that damn shot it George!" Sapnap yelled.
"Language!"
"I know okay! We helped it so its fine!" George yelled.
Bad huffed and the two looked over at him.
"Can't you muffins ever stop fighting!" He yelled.
Bad sat down as they silently decided to set up camp. The small fox Dream sleeping in Bad's lap as he watched the two work.
