ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖 - HIATUS! MAY OR MAY NOT BE REWRITTEN EVENTUALLY!

Chapter 2

The now revenge-seeking ghost had spent countless days getting lost, getting into situations that would have killed him had he still been alive, and many times fell off the current tree he was using to figure out which way to go.

But after all those annoying hardships, he was crouching behind a building. In his ghosty haze Dream didn't bother trying to decipher where he was as he picked at the blades of grass, figuring out his next move.

His hoodie, which, defying the laws of physics (in his opinion), had gotten... wet. How? he kept asking himself as the drying fabric settled on his pale, not even pure solid back, but it suddenly dug into his translucent skin as he sat straight up at the murmurs of two people talking right on the other side of his hiding spot.

Dream stayed deathly still [No pun intended :)] as they passed, carefully peeking out. He watched as Fundy and Quackity passed, chatting about who knows what as they shared some cake.

"So... what do you think?" Fundy asked, and Dream ducked as Quackity looked over to where he was.

"Did'ya see that?" the beanie-wearing man asked, and as Fundy supposedly shook his head, he continued. "It was like a hoodie, and it was this really light blue and white. I don't think anyone on the SMP wears that."

"We should check it out," Fundy shrugged, and Dream internally cursed. He clambered away, pressing himself against the other side of the four sided build. He wanted to play around with everyone, be the haunting of a haunted SMP. Dream could not be found out this fast. "Quackity, are you sure? I-" The fox was cut off as Dream purposefully let his foot wander into their sight, grabbing it back as soon as he felt their eyes land on it.

"Alright, if you didn't see that then I just might be going insane." Quackity snapped, quickly approaching the side of the building where the ghost was, and Dream booked it across the path, only stopping as he tripped on stray gravel. To his content, he watched two semi-worried L'Manberg members walked near him, confusion etched into their faces. Now, who to prey on next?

Eret sat on his throne, staring at the wall, although his posture stated otherwise. Dream watched as the king slept, and crept out of the room. As the floorboard creaked, the ghost flew up to the rafters [for the story, they now exist in the castle], happy that he figured out how to do so. Dream had his back to Eret, and heard some sounds of confusion as he jumped down into some other room from said rafters. Easy peasy, he thought humming a tune, Lemon squeezy.

A/N: Wait! A second chapter so quickly? I've never seen anything like this before! Also, when I was doing the easy-peasy, peasy corrected into Peary. I'm typing this while watching the most recent Manhunt (VS 4 Hunters Finale Rematch). I legit just ended this because cliffhangers exist and I wanted one. What will happen next? Also hello to any future people who are either binge-reading this or just about to leave. Hello!