soo this is the last part of my chapter dump for today, but ill probably update tomorrow or the following day. anyways, thx for all the love and support on this book, it means a lot <3<3<3
for the second time in less than two weeks, i woke up in an unfamiliar room. my leg stung a lot, and it was so dark my eyes spent three minutes trying to adjust to the lack of light. when i did, i quickly determined that i was not in l'manburg. the fancy duvet, soft sheets, and overall room structure practically screamed "dream smp," which i was not a fan of.
it took me a while to process it, but eventually i remembered the explosions, and wilbur pulling me away so i wasn't hurt. i remembered tripping, losing wilbur, and reopening the wound on my leg, which was probably the cause of the pain. i remembered losing consciousness, and everything was dark after that. somehow, dream or one of his men must have found me and brought me back.
deciding not to dwell on that, i took in my surroundings a bit better. the room i was in was fairly similar to my previous residence, but was slightly different in the way it was decorated. the walls were still lined with books, and the bed covers were the same, but it seemed much more personal. there were maps and pictures pinned to the walls, clothes strung over the floor and chairs, and papers covering the desk and even part of the floor. it appeared to be someone's room.
the more i thought about it, the less it made sense. why would i be in someone's personal room? it definitely wasn't some random guest one, so what changed their minds?
deciding to explore more, i pushed the comforter and sheets aside and stood up. my legs were slightly wobbly, but nonetheless i managed to stay standing. as i inspected everything from a closer perspective, i could feel the color slowly draining from my face. green hoodies, maps of l'manburg and it's surroundings, papers signed in a fancy signature.
picking up a paper from the floor, my heart dropped as i read who signed it- dream.
there was no way. why the hell was i in his bed? as a matter of fact why was i in his bedroom at all?
shaking my head incredulously, i shuffled through the papers on the floor before moving to the desk. and if possible, my heart dropped even more as i noticed hundreds, if not thousands of pictures.
pictures of me.
a/n- ayo stalker dream making another appearance lmaoooo
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medicine ||| dwt x reader
Hayran Kurgu"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.
