Slowly Burning [Dreamnoblade]

Never Enough

Chapter 2
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Bad was looking around for Dream. He had told Skeppy to reject any visitors for a while because he was too busy with some projects he was doing.

Then, Skeppy had told him Dream was looking for him and despite the urgent look on the blond's face,  the other refused to let him inside. As much as he wanted to smack Skeppy for that, the dark-haired boy was just following his orders.

He knocked on the door of Fundy and Dream's home, expecting the other's smiley mask or the hybrid to open the door. He was answered a few seconds later by his friend's husband.

Fundy looked like he didn't sleep for a week, dark bags were under his eyes and he looked like a mess, "Oh, Bad... what are you doing here?"

Bad wanted to ask what was wrong but the fox's tired gaze begged him not to, so instead, "Is Dream home? He wanted to see me, but I was too busy."

The fox looked ready to break down at the mention of Dream, "He's not here, sorry Bad."

Then the door was shut in his face before he could ask more questions. So he continued to search around, he didn't want to ask the others knowing the blond's strained relationships with them.

Finally, he arrived at the first build on the land, the community house. He smiled as he remembered the memories they shared at the place. Their first-ever home, when there were no wars and everything was peaceful.

He opened the door and stepped inside. Then his eyes caught the sight of letters placed on a crafting table. He walked towards it and saw the many names addressed to them.

He saw his name written on one of them so he picked it up and opened it. His eyes reading over the message directed to him.

His knees buckled and his body trembled, he fell to the ground on his knees as he read the letter over and over. His tears landed on the letter and he almost swore as anger and regret filled him.

Dear Bad,

By the time you read this, I'm already dead. My body's probably sitting on the ground leaning against a tree or it's already eaten by the wild animals, which is disgusting. Jokes aside, I wanted to tell you how I felt but I didn't get the chance. So, I guess I have to settle with telling you in this letter.

I always felt like the world has been against me from the beginning, dragging me down and trying to bury me under. You told me that it was just afraid of me. That I should keep doing what I was doing. You told me I was smart and that's why everyone was afraid because no one was like me. You told me to be proud of that and that you'll always be there to bring me back up.

So why when I needed you the most you weren't there? The world has me buried them in my sins and I can't help but stay here cause I know it's my fault. The weight is too much, Bad. I'm so sick of this world. I tried to make it better, why am I painted as the villain?

I know it wasn't your fault. You've been with me through thick and thin but why am I still blaming you for what I'm feeling? I̶ ̶h̶a̶t̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶. A part of me keeps telling me that you've done all you could, but I hate that you were never enough.

Bad, thank you and I'm sorry. I wish I could appreciate you more. After all, you're the only person I could imagine that would still care.

-Dream

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Dream woke up feeling pain all over his body. He groaned as he rubbed his throbbing head, "I thought death was peaceful." He sighed out.

"You thought wrong."

He snapped his head towards the source of the voice, immediately regretting it as his headache worsened. There, sitting on a chair was Techno holding a book titled Art of War. Despite the embarrassment, he let out a small whine as he held his head trying to ease the pain.

The pig hybrid stood up from his chair and walked over to sit down at the edge of the bed with a bottle of health potion. Techno unplugged the lid and pressed the edge of the bottle to his lips. He hesitantly opened his mouth and drank the potion, instant relief filled him. Everything numbed for a bit.

Once he composed himself, he looked at Techno then widened his eyes, "Are we dead?"

The pig snorted and placed the empty bottle down, "You wish, I never die."

Then flashes from earlier came back. He remembered drinking potion and... his cheeks reddened at the memory of Techno's soft lips pushing his lips apart to make him drink the health potion. He remembers the strawberry flavor-Stop!

He sighed as he looked at Techno disappointingly, "Why didn't you just let me die?"

The pink-haired man looked at him through his pig mask, "I'm not letting you die so lamely."

"That's fine by me. I can handle a dishonorable death," He argued.

"Well, I'm not letting you die," Techno's voice was harsh.

"Why? It's not your decision to make," He let out a frustrated groan.

"It's because-!... I want to kill you myself," The hybrid turned away.

He looked at him and felt a flutter in his stomach, "Then... kill me."

Techno stood up, "I'm not killing you for now. I need you. We have the same goals and together we can burn this world to the ground."

He bit his lip interested in the idea, but he was still hellbent on killing himself. He knew Techno wouldn't allow him to do that, so the only option was...."Then, let's burn this world together."

Techno looked at him again. He felt giddy, he got the pig's attention again, "But you have to promise to kill me after."

There was a few seconds that passed before the pig replied, "I promise."

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end of chapter 2