after dream explained his "rules," he and sapnap left and locked the door behind them. this left me completely alone in an unfamiliar room, with no idea how long it'd be until i saw them again.
now that i was much more awake and my thoughts were more clear, i sat down in the window seat to assess the situation.
noticing a stack of paper and some ink on a nearby desk, i moved towards it. my eyes widened as i had an idea. in order to process my thoughts more clearly, i could make a list. before the war i did that often, writing down my worries. grabbing a quill and making three columns, i labelled them "things i know for sure," "things i can assume," and "things i want to know."
things i know for sure-
1.) my leg hurts like a bitch
2.) i'm hungry
3.) i hate eret
things i can assume-
1.) i'm in potential danger
2.) i may never see my friends and family again
3.) they could kill me at any point
4.) tommy, tubbo, wilbur, and fundy could all be dead
things i want to know-
1.) why the hell they kidnapped me
2.) when they'll give me food
3.) why i'm in a room and not a jail cell or some shit because i could have escaped if my stupid leg wasn't bleeding like are they dumb???
sighing, i put the quill away. that didn't help at all. deciding to pass the time, i lied back in bed, falling asleep quickly.
*
i wasn't sure how much time had passed, but i assumed quite a lot as when i woke up the window showed the bright moonlight instead of the sun. yawning and stretching slightly, i moved into a sitting position, assessing my situation. oh.
oh.
dream was sitting at the desk i had sat at earlier, my list in his hands.
he seemed to notice me staring at him, and looked up from the paper, making direct eye contact. he smiled, but instead of the creepy evil smirk it was more humorous.
not even greeting me, he spoke. "my leg hurts like a bitch, good to know. let's see," he scanned the page. "i'm hungry, you know if you wanted food you could've asked."
"why would i ask a psychotic kidnapper for food?" i responded.
dream ignored me as he continued to read my list. "i hate eret- understandable. no, you're not in potential danger, unless you try to to escape again but that would be on you. yeah, you probably won't see anybody from l'manburg ever again if i have a say in it, which i do, and you're not in a jail cell because we don't fucking have one. why have something you don't need?" he finished.
i just groaned in response, i would've put that paper in a drawer or something.
"well now that you're awake, i want to explain a few things. yes, you're our hostage, so don't expect to be treated like a princess. someone will bring you food at least three times a day, the person who does it will probably vary. obviously you can't leave this room, there's a bathroom behind that door, if you need clothes we can give you some. i was joking, earlier, by the way, about not seeing wilbur and the people from l'manchildberg. tomorrow we're having a meeting and you'll probably go with us. other than that, you just get to sit in here alone."
throughout dream's whole explanation, i just stared at him wide eyed, with my mouth agape.
"y/n, what are you doing?" he asked as he finally noticed my expression.
based on his previous responses when i didn't answer, i decided it was best to come up with a response."uh, are you bipolar?" i asked. literally a few days (days? i had no idea how long it had been) ago he was holding a knife to my throat, threatening to kill me, and now he was making dinner plans.
dream burst out laughing. well, im not sure you could call it a laugh, it was more like very high pitched, laborlous, breathing. "am i-" he paused his words, continuing to laugh. "did you just ask me if i'm fucking bipolar?" he wheezed.
rolling my eyes, i pulled the covers of the bed over my head. why the hell was i so calm? i should be on high guard. for god's sake i should be trying to find a way out, yet i was sitting here listening to dream laugh instead. dream continued to laugh his head off at me, attempting to piece together words through his wheeze.
"i'm going back to sleep," i said, my voice muffled by the sheets.
*
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Fanfiction"hey dream? you're an asshole," she spoke slowly from her place in the corner, wrists tied behind her back. "you know, you're really not in a position to be saying things like that," he responded, twirling the handle of his sword in a circle.
