𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕂𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕒 - A Dream x Reader Fic Cause I can

Chapter 6

omg I'm aLIVE-

yeah yeah I'm back from the grave to haunt you >:3.

Enjoy and sorry if the endings odd, I had no ideas.

Art by @queentoriel on twitter!

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It took about ten more minutes before Clay and I had calmed down enough to get up and finish eating. We had cleaned the kitchen in comfortable silence and migrated towards the couch where we were now lazily sitting watching a cartoon, singing along to the theme song.

"Adventure time!" We practically screamed leaning forward like it was the most interesting thing we had ever seen. "Come on grab your friends! We'll go to very distant lands!"

"With Jake the dog!" I pointed to Clay, laughing he smiled widely and returned the favor.

"And Finn the human!" He pointed to me and I puffed out my chest, and tried to repress my smile to look more like a man. He started wheezing and in seconds I couldn't breathe from the laughter.

"fun that will never end, Adventure Time!" We finished with breathy laughter, hardly getting the words out as the title of the episode came up, 'BMO Lost'. I could feel my soul lighting with excitement, seven or twenty I will always be excited about cartoons.

As the episode started playing I felt Clays eyes on me as I leaned back and grabbed a pillow to pull to my chest, still sitting, I realized, in his clothes.

~time skip~

As the episode finished we started our shitty singing of the theme once again but as I was singing my voice grew trailed off and I became worried.

Was I overstaying my welcome?

He had invited me in to save me from security last night and here I was at 3pm sitting in his living room watching his TV and sitting on his couch like I lived here. How rude.

"y/n?" His voice reached my ears, shattering the noise block that I hadn't noticed had started around my conscious. "Is everything okay?"

"I-" I turned to look at him, the worry I saw in his eyes hit me like a stone to the face. "I should go, sorry."

"Wait what?" I shot up and strode towards the door, determined to leave before I changed my mind. Something I noted to myself, would be trivially easy if I turned around. The worry and concern and somehow care he had airing around for me- after one day. I couldn't handle it, couldn't handle the kindness of a human. Mentally couldn't fathom his actions.

I've grown too relaxed.

Instincts I forgot I had started roaring to get out- I had after all just met this man, I knew his name and a couple dumb shit that wouldn't help me in the slightest.

"I have to go," I mumbled more to myself than him, as if forgetting even for a second would mean my staying, "I have to-"

"Why." I tripped over my feet. Not a question.

Why?

"My house- my clothes and things and my-" I chocked, something clogging my throat. We both knew what he was; why bother pretending?

"Him." That's when I made the worst mistake I could have, I turned around. His eyes were sharp and dark, flashes of pine rooved forests and rose thorns. I felt my muscles tense. He didn't fail to notice. "Why do you want to go back to him?"

"It's- I don't-" I bit my lip, the hopeless hope I had from last night trailed back to me. Images of running away and flying through clouds suddenly had another character in them. Green eyes and smiling lips tricked my mind into forgetting where I was, a smiled trailed my lips.

"What?" A deep rasp of a vowel and harsh letters. My mind snapped back to the same boy with different eyes. "What makes it worth staying."

"Nothing." I shuddered at the sound of my own voice, it was too raspy, too quiet and somehow too loud. "There's nothing that makes it worth staying."

"Then why are you going back?"

"I don't have much of a choice." I could feel his confusion. "I'm in the same building. He has a tracker on my phone. There is nothing I can do. He's got me lock and key. But please, tell me what you suggest I do."

He stayed quite. I could almost feel his mind racing for an answer, for some solution that would fix everything.

He said nothing.

I shook my head before turning back towards the door, every instinct inside of me screaming and pleading to turn back to those green eyes and run into them and never look at that shit apartment again.

"Thank you for helping me, I'll see you soon, okay?" I smiled sadly and gently grabbed the cold metal of the door handle.

"No." I hesitated, the handle clicking back into it's place. "You're going to come here everyday for an hour and if you don't I'm going to you."

Idiot. Fucking idiot.

"it's not that easy."

"Why?"

"Because, he watches me! I'm not allowed out of the room, out of the fucking door!" He seemed contemplative for a second, staring at me trying to see if I was hiding something. Then I saw a flicker of something like resign in his eyes, as if he'd simply given up. His eyes trailed me as if he was trying to memorize how I looked as to not forget me. His vision snagged on my legs, as if the purple and red bruises hidden beneath his clothes screamed at him to stop me.

His eyes locked with my own, "I will get you out." Something about the way he said he will gave me some hope.

Fool.

I know.

He started mumbling something to himself and I caught a couple of words, something along the lines of play Hypixel, someone named George, and fighting Techno? Who the fuck is Techno?

"Okay if something happens," He turned suddenly and ran into the side room then quickly came out with a ripped piece of paper, scribbling something on it in pen. "Go to this link and donate something that I'll notice. What's your account name?"

I took the paper and saw the words 'twicth.tv/DreamWasTaken' scribbled in messy handwriting. I threw the paper in my pocket and looked back up at him. "DayDream" I mumbled to him, not failing to notice the matching words. I heard him chuckle before a pen click.

Looking up I saw him write something on his arm and then smile at me. "Be safe okay?"

I nodded distantly and turned to the door again, finally pushing myself to open it.

Close it.

I almost couldn't but I did.

The cold of the hallway barely registered in my mind as I walked through it, I could feel my feet start to grow numb. I never did put my heels back on. Never wanted to.

All too soon I was back at my door, one floor above my angel and adjacent to my demon. Then my hand was reaching for the handle and I tried ignoring the internal screaming ridding my mind of any room to think about excuses and lies future actions and reactions. Bad.

The door opened with a creak.

What the fuck am I doing?

No one was home. The house was too quiet and I was too aware to not notice Jack.

He'd know I wasn't home. I need some excuse or something, anything to say! Maybe I could say I went shopping or-

All night?

But he'd kill me if I didn't say anything...

I guess I won't have more time to think about it. I turned around as the door opened. 

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Don't judge a book by it's cover.

Sorry it's short :/ more later maybeee