It had been about a week since the two shape-shifters last talked. Dream tried to fix his mistakes but Virgil always ignored him. So, Dream stopped trying to apologise and the two didn't interact at all. And both brothers were sad.̶(̶R̶e̶a̶l̶l̶y̶?̶ ̶I̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶b̶e̶s̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶'̶v̶e̶ ̶g̶o̶t̶?̶ ̶H̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶r̶u̶n̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶i̶d̶e̶a̶s̶?̶)̶
Shut up, I didn't plan this far ahead.
(̶A̶w̶,̶ ̶b̶i̶t̶c̶h̶ ̶b̶o̶y̶,̶ ̶i̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶o̶k̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶a̶d̶m̶i̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶'̶r̶e̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶a̶ ̶g̶o̶o̶d̶ ̶n̶a̶r̶r̶a̶t̶o̶r̶.̶)̶
I am a great narrator. Fuck off.
(̶R̶e̶a̶l̶l̶y̶?̶ ̶Y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶ ̶g̶r̶e̶a̶t̶ ̶n̶a̶r̶r̶a̶t̶o̶r̶?̶ ̶Y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶c̶o̶m̶p̶l̶e̶t̶e̶l̶y̶ ̶b̶i̶a̶s̶e̶d̶ ̶a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶s̶t̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶e̶.̶)̶
Ok and?
(̶M̶e̶a̶n̶i̶n̶g̶,̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶s̶h̶i̶t̶ ̶n̶a̶r̶r̶a̶t̶o̶r̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶o̶r̶r̶i̶b̶l̶e̶ ̶p̶e̶r̶s̶o̶n̶.̶)̶
Fine, I get the 'bad narrator' thing but, a horrible person?
(̶Y̶e̶a̶h̶,̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶r̶e̶m̶e̶m̶b̶e̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶t̶i̶m̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶s̶e̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶m̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶f̶i̶r̶e̶?̶ ̶O̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶t̶i̶m̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶w̶e̶n̶t̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶a̶ ̶f̶u̶c̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶m̶u̶r̶d̶e̶r̶ ̶s̶p̶r̶e̶e̶?̶ ̶O̶r̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶c̶o̶n̶t̶r̶o̶l̶l̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶r̶e̶v̶e̶r̶s̶e̶ ̶A̶U̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶w̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶S̶i̶m̶s̶?̶)̶
First of all, that mall was practically full of rich snobs, secondly, they were all horrible people, and lastly, it was just Janus.
(̶Y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶f̶u̶c̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶i̶d̶i̶o̶t̶.̶ ̶I̶t̶ ̶d̶o̶e̶s̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶m̶a̶t̶t̶e̶r̶!̶ ̶M̶u̶r̶d̶e̶r̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶s̶t̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶m̶u̶r̶d̶e̶r̶,̶ ̶a̶r̶s̶o̶n̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶s̶t̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶a̶r̶s̶o̶n̶,̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶m̶a̶n̶i̶p̶u̶l̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶s̶t̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶m̶a̶n̶i̶p̶u̶l̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶n̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶i̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶p̶e̶r̶s̶o̶n̶!̶ ̶I̶'̶m̶ ̶s̶u̶r̶p̶r̶i̶s̶e̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶'̶r̶e̶ ̶s̶t̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶a̶ ̶g̶o̶d̶,̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶g̶o̶d̶l̶y̶ ̶l̶a̶w̶s̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶ ̶f̶e̶w̶ ̶h̶o̶u̶r̶s̶!̶)̶
Technically, I didn't sign a contract so, I'm not legally obligated to follow the laws.
(̶J̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶g̶e̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶r̶o̶u̶b̶l̶e̶ ̶d̶o̶e̶s̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶m̶e̶a̶n̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶s̶h̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶i̶t̶!̶ ̶I̶d̶i̶o̶t̶.̶)̶
You two, calm down, not in front of the reader. Continue the story.
Whatever.
(̶F̶i̶n̶e̶.̶)̶
Virgil stayed cooped up in his room and Dream started going out to parties and getting drunk, like father like son. Well, in one way at least. During his drunken escapades, Dream kept coming back to a certain blue eyed ,dark haired ,mooshroom hybrid, who always either let him stay over or drove him back to the 'orphanage'. The mooshroom hybrid seemed to be disinterested but he just didn't want to take advantage of a drunk guy who won't even remember the night.
Meanwhile, Roman was caring for Virgil, making sure they had food and water and that they were alright. The two became best friends. (Didn't you say Roman was a yandere for Virgil?)
Shut up. The reader doesn't know that yet.
(̶W̶e̶l̶l̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶n̶,̶ ̶g̶u̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶i̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶l̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶m̶)̶
Fuck you, i was gonna do a cool reveal chapter where-
(̶V̶i̶r̶g̶i̶l̶ ̶f̶i̶n̶d̶s̶ ̶R̶o̶m̶a̶n̶ ̶k̶i̶l̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶a̶ ̶p̶e̶r̶s̶o̶n̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶h̶e̶'̶s̶ ̶c̶o̶v̶e̶r̶e̶d̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶b̶l̶o̶o̶d̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶R̶o̶m̶a̶n̶ ̶s̶a̶y̶s̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶c̶r̶i̶n̶g̶e̶y̶ ̶a̶s̶s̶ ̶l̶i̶n̶e̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶'̶ ̶I̶ ̶k̶i̶l̶l̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶m̶ ̶b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶w̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶g̶e̶t̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶y̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶'̶ ̶o̶r̶ ̶V̶i̶r̶g̶i̶l̶ ̶f̶i̶n̶d̶s̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶R̶o̶m̶a̶n̶ ̶k̶i̶l̶l̶e̶d̶ ̶D̶r̶e̶a̶m̶?̶)̶
Wh- no. Well, maybe. Fine yeah, that's what I was gonna do.
(̶Y̶o̶u̶'̶r̶e̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶g̶o̶o̶d̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶,̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶b̶i̶t̶c̶h̶ ̶b̶o̶y̶?̶)̶
Fuck off and stop with that nickname!
(̶W̶h̶y̶?̶ ̶I̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶I̶'̶m̶ ̶w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶,̶ ̶a̶m̶ ̶I̶?̶)̶
Uh- fuck you!
(̶I̶ ̶m̶e̶a̶n̶ ̶I̶'̶d̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶f̶u̶c̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶l̶e̶t̶s̶ ̶t̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶u̶p̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶b̶e̶d̶r̶o̶o̶m̶,̶ ̶b̶i̶t̶c̶h̶ ̶b̶o̶y̶.̶)̶
I- uh-
Great job, you broke him, now this chapter has to end here, also why do you keep doing this in front of the reader?
(̶I̶ ̶m̶e̶a̶n̶ ̶i̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶d̶i̶s̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶,̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶'̶d̶ ̶p̶r̶o̶b̶a̶b̶l̶y̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶ ̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶c̶e̶n̶e̶ ̶p̶l̶a̶y̶e̶d̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶w̶e̶r̶e̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶e̶)̶
I swear you are going to be the death of me.
(̶S̶o̶r̶r̶y̶ ̶M̶a̶m̶a̶ ̶Q̶,̶ ̶a̶n̶y̶w̶a̶y̶s̶,̶ ̶I̶'̶v̶e̶ ̶g̶o̶t̶ ̶a̶ ̶b̶i̶t̶c̶h̶ ̶b̶o̶y̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶f̶u̶c̶k̶,̶ ̶b̶y̶e̶!̶)̶
Make sure the room is soundproof!
(̶I̶t̶ ̶i̶s̶!̶)̶
Sorry about them, reader, they are constantly like this. Honestly, couldn't have picked a worse narrator.