Dream was doing what he usually does, thinking of new ways to threaten Lmanburg and take full power. He heard a bush rustle behind him, he quickly turned around and whipped his netherite sword out.
He assumed it was just a squirrel or something, but he still kept all ears. He went around patrolling the forest as he thinks about new ways to bigger power.
It only felt like minutes but it was already midnight, he couldn't return back to his base because he ventured too deep down into the forest. He sat down on the floor and rested his sword beside him.
He took his mask off and looked at the night sky. 'The moon looks wonderful tonight.' Dream remarked, to himself.
His eyes felt droopy and he soon fell asleep. Though the feeling of someone following him was still there.
Even if Dream was asleep, he always had this issue where his concious still kinda exists, it's quite a curse and a blessing. He felt uneasy as the feeling of someone coming towards him increased.
He fluttered his eyes open and jerked up from the grass. He took his sword and stood up. He looked around his surroundings for any human figures.
To his surprise, no one was there. He sat down and looked around for a bit until he realised it was probably just a false feeling.
He finally relaxed and closed his eyes. Just about a second later, he felt a sharp blade stabbing into his stomach. He opened his eyes to see a dark figure smiling sinisterly at him.
"Who are you?!" He yelled, unable to get up. The figure put their finger to their lips and synced "Shh" with their mouth as they start stabbing Dream violently with the sword.
Blood was spilling everywhere, it was an unholy sight. The figure started stabbing Dream's shins, arms and even where his heart was located. Dream was dead.
Just like that. The all mighty powerful Dream, dead.
The figure stabbed their sword into Dream's face before leaving, with a smile.
"Task finished." They whispered to themselves.
