𝐖𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧? [dreamwastaken x reader]

Chapter 22- Soot

Dream went to the bathroom while I decided to go straight to our contemporary home. As soon as I entered our room I threw on a pair of sweats a tighter fit tank top, plopping in bed. Every muscle in my body relaxed. Every tensed muscle finally releasing the pain they held within the stressed bonds. My mind started flipping through the day, which immediately became a regret.

The fight. The loss. The humiliation. The needing of a 'saving'. Everything that could've gone wrong went wrong. I sat up and rubbed my face, but not having enough energy to move my face from my hands.

"Hey." Dream said quietly as he entered. He smelled of laundry detergent and small hints of his cologne.
I simply grunted in response. The embarrassment of today started to finally kick in. A pit forming in my stomach, but not out of fear or adrenaline.
Out of defeat and realization. I felt the emotions soon start to settle into anger. Anger about how I let such a defeat come along so easily.

I felt the extra weight settle onto the bed with me. The dip on the outside of the bed becoming deeper as more of his weight distributed unevenly.
"You okay?"

I didn't say anything. I let the atmosphere speak for itself. It wasn't like I had anything to say. Because in reality, I didn't. I didn't have anything to say to him. All that he wanted to be verbalized was reassurance. Reassurance that it wasn't his fault that all my emotions are such in a deep loop of change. Reassurance that he didn't fuck up. Reassurance.

"Of course." I said as I finally lifted my head from my hands.
"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You suck at lying." He said so nonchalantly. I hated that about him. How he read me like a book. But he didn't. He knew so little but so much about me. It's like he flipped a book to one of the middle pages, and started reading from the climax to the end of the story. From the climax you'll understand so much, but if you don't read the beginning you'll never know so much. The introductory, the origin, the motivation; nothing.
"And how would you know that?"
"Have I ever told you your eyes glow the slightest whenever you have a strong emotion overtaking you?" Oh. Thank you universe.

I stayed in silence. Staring at the wall that our bed faced. There was nothing interesting on it besides the decorations I've analyzed so much before. I finally spoke once I realized that time was ticking, but not fast enough for Dream to care. He would wait 30000 ticks just to hear me talk. Even if ir was something stupid, he would wait.

"Sam."
"What about him?" He questioned.
I just whispered a 'yea. Sam.'

"I'm worried for you n/n. Just tell me."
"Sam. He was right. He was right about the fact that I needed somebody to save me. What am I? Some damsel in distress? A princess who needs saving? It's pathetic. Im pathetic for not being able to stand up against him. I needed you to come and save me, like I was fucking princess Peach stuck in Bowser's tower. A coward." Every word came out with the taste of a bitter poison. I could feel the built up anger slowly started to faucet out. But with anger comes the calm, the realization, the dissipation.
"But when I was fighting him he brought me into a world of memories. A world of us before we were us. A world before our corruption of society, if black and white, of villain and heroes. He saw right through me. He saw a little girl who just wants to see a world without violence for one day so she can walk to the park at night to play with fire flys." I sighed.
"One last thing," I turned towards Dream facing him. His face held that of concern but a calm. A calm due to me opening up. "Sam has changed. A lot." And that's when his face dropped a bit. His emotion dropping the concern and more of a look of agreement and anguish. He knew.
"He was ready to kill and I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to see him in the state he was in. A blood thirsty man killer, who was ready to kill what he used to consider family." Dream put his head down.

"I knew it would come." He rasped out. His voice broke a little.
"I knew he would change into the person he is now," He rubbed his eyes. "When I was little I used to yell at him for becoming so work obsessed that he would miss my academic accomplishments. He drove himself to insanity and I knew it was going to come. His fate was put in stone the day he missed my graduation. My graduation from my education to the real world, especially when I had gotten such an accomplishment so early on." He looked up at me.
"He recognized you. Me. Us. Yet his sympathy is gone." He sighed and looked away.

A silent atmosphere took over. Comforting us both. The silence encased a sense of protection over us, and we gratefully sat in it. I finally slouched my shoulders and decided to lay down in the bed facing the ceiling, and Dream shortly followed.

"Soot tomorrow?" I asked.
"We gotta talk about that, but yes. Tomorrow." He replied. I felt the weight of his body turn once more on the bed. I felt his arms start to snake around my torso.

"Goodnight, y/n."
"Goodnight." I said quietly, and slowly sleep seeped into my brain; taking me to a place of unconsciousness.

a/n
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-grilledbread