Swallow Your Affection

Appreciate It

But for the love of gods- not now.

Something cold was resting next to your leg.

You didn't have to look to know what it was.

It weighed heavily on your mind.

The compass is laying next to you. Just as cold if even colder then the house itself. Metal and redstone alive with the healthy glow of enchantment.

You probably dropped it after your head got split open.

No way you can keep that held in your grubby hands when your body stops working.

Great.

Fuck Dream.

You let out an aggravated breath, before shakily breathing in. The cold air was lining every breath you took with shivers.

How long were you even sitting here?

Minutes? Hours?

You couldn't focus.

Was encountering Dream... just a nightmare??

Are you hallucinating a compass?

Are you hallucinating the door left open because Dream broke the lock mechanism with his kick?

Are you hallucinating the metal creak as the wind blew the door from open to closed open to closed?

You clutched your hands to your head.

You don't care right now.

You can't.

All you can think about- through all the guilt and regret and negative thoughts about the future- is that this is your chance.

This.

The compass.

This is your moment to see your brother.

Your chance.

Is leaving that traitorous? Or is never coming back?

Never coming back.

Never coming back.

Back.

You scrunch yourself even tighter together.

The crusted blood on your head is itchy.

Your skin feels wrong.

This isn't you.

'Why would you convince yourself that this??'

You pinch at the skin on your wrist.

'Is you.'

You're not one of them.

You won't ever be like Tommy. Or Techno.

Parading about as if you were.

You believed this was home.

Did you not?

You pretended Tommy was your kin- pretended Techno was your equal.

Pretended fair and just Phil wasn't the first to watch death seep into your family.

'Who are you.' You ask yourself. Even though you know the answer.

The crunch of snow breaks your thoughts.

Two sets of footfalls, one heavy, one light. One balanced, the other jittery and wild.

Voices are also there.