Walking on Clouds || Ghost Dream Au (RECONTINUED!!)

Chapter two

WARNING: MY AU........and super short again

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Sam walked down the halls of the prison, he wanted to check on Dream, ever since he had locked him in this place, guilt slowly ate away his thoughts. He remembered Dream being a small child, happily playing like any other kid, who could've know he would turn into the sad man that he was now.

He heard a small ding and took out his communicator to see a message from Puffy.

Captain Puffy: Hello Sam, I think I'm ready to see Dream, I know its been way too long, but I need to see my son.

AwesamDude: Alright, I'm in the prison right now, come.

(Time skip)

They both walked towards the cell in silence, the air was heavy with akwardness. When they reached the wall of lava, all they could do was look at eachother for affirmation, then, they entered.

At first, they looked around the room, it was.....empty. Then a putrid smell hit them and they saw it.

Dreams corpse

"MY BABY!!!" Puffy screamed and ran towards him, and hugged the dead body desperatly.

Sam almost vomited, seeing the pale, lifeless boy that sat before him. The boy that he helped raise. (my au)

He just watched Puffy, sobbing over her sons dead body, wailing helplessly.

Sam put his hands over his face, silently sobbing into them, he eventually fell to his knees, he was usually very stone faced and barely showed emotion.

He looked back up at Puffy, who was holding Dreams head to her chest, her face red from crying.

"Oh my baby............." Puffy whispered, tears still streaming down her face.

Sam didn't say anything, even if he did, what would he say?

yEAh sORry i AcCiDenTaLLy kiLLeD oUR SOn?!? 

He was too disgusted with himself to do anything.

(Time skip cuz i need to wrap this up)

Sam had just sent Puffy on her way, the look of resentment when she walked out felt like a knife in his soul. He walked the long halls of the prison, once again, with no sense of destination, stopping half way to wherever he was going, to process what the fuck just happened. His practically son (grammar for ya) just died, basically to his hands. His very close friend, sister figure, now probably hated him, he had a prison but no prisoners, not that he wanted any, he just hated useless things, (headcannons hah) and a corpse to bury/despose of.

Things were going great for Sam.

This chapters finished, super short QwQ Next chapter wont take very long, most of the script is done, and copying isnt a very hard task.