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

Actually Chapter 3

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And btw its like fuckin 11 pm when Puffy finds him

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Puffy walked through the snow in rigor, dragging her feet in the thick fluffy substance. She sighed, it had almost a year since her son, her baby duckling, had been locked up in prison.
And now.......he was dead. She and Sam had discovered his corpse.
She remembered how she had to watch him get dragged away, watch him scream and cry in agony, watch him plead for help. The memory welcomed itself in her mind, replaying over and over again, drownin her in guilt. 'If only I had been there for him' Puffy thought, 'if only I had see the warnings.'
Not long before.......the wars started to flare up, she saw him......he was sad, distressed, scared of everything. She knew he wasn't okay, but could never bring herself to help him. The thoughts painfully sat in her mind, not leaving for any little distraction

Then.........

"Mama!!"

Puffy's eyes and sheep ears (i made her a sheep haha) perked up in alarm and immediatly scanned the area, ignoring her guilty conscious. "Mama!! Mama!!" It called again. 'A.......Child?! Who on earth would leave a child out here in the snow!' She started running in the direction of the voice.

"Mama!!

The plaintive cries of the child kept growing louder and more desperate.

"I- Im coming to help! Stay where you are!"

Puffy called back to it.

'I may have failed my baby duckling, but I wont fail you! I'll get you back to your mother, I promise!' She continued running in the direction of the childs wails.

Until it got quiet. Too quiet. The child stopped screaming, the world around her, silenced itself, almost as torture. Suffocating her in its thick and heavy nothingness. (Is that a word?)

Puffy started to panic, immediatly assuming the worst, 'what happened to them?! Did they get hurt? Are they in trouble? WHAT IF THEY'RE DEAD!!' Puffy started to imagine a small child, slowly freezing to death. She quickly shook away the thought and continued searching.

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Puffy stopped when she saw a small, huddled shape in the snow. Snowflakes were softly raining from the sky, the small figure looked up weakly.

"M-mama....?"

She sqinted her eyes at the child, 'pale dirty blond hair........emerald eyes......'

Then

It hit her

"D-DREAM?!"

"MAMA!!"

He screamed again and tried to get up, but quickly fell back down due to some sort of injury.

"MY BABY!!!"
Puffy let out a loud sob and ran towards him, faster than she had ever in her life.

When she approached Dream, she was terrified.
He lay in a pool of blood, multiple deep wounds scattered on his arms and legs, qnd she could only assume there were more of his body. He was sickeningly pale and just a shard of his mask remained, only covering one eye, and tiny bloody wings.

Puffy let out another cry as she kneeled down next to Dream and held him close, cradling the crying child.
"Shhhhhhh it's okay my baby duckling........m-mamas right here..!" She whispered in a soothing voice, putting him......mostly to sleep. Puffy then grabbed on of the coats she had on, wrapped him in it, and took off running once again for shelter.

(Also dont ask why she is not questioning everything, trust me, she is, the reason why her dead son is now a 5 year old is not her priority..........okay maybe it is but, MOVING ON 😃)

Soon, her coat was soaked in the thick crimson liquid, also soaking the clothes she had underneath. Puffy looked down at her son as he let out a pained moan, (NOT LIKE THAT YA SICKOS) squirming in her grasp. She started to panic again, her child in pain! Suffering! And the only thing in her power was to look for help, in the middle of nowhere!

Puffy stopped for a moment, out of breath, still cradling the bloody child in her arms. 'What am gonna do?! Im lost! And my son.........my baby duckling is paying for it.'

Then, something caught her eye, a large stump, with a red mushroom growing ontop, and surrounded by blue stones. (Im pulling these landmarks outta my ass cuz i need some sort of narrative) Her eyes widened, 'we're near Phils cottage! I can get help there!' She gently smiled at Dream, stroking his hair. "Dont worry baby, mommas gonna make it all better!

Once again, Puffy took off running on a dirt path, lined with more blue stones of all shades. She ran until a cozy looking wooden house came insight, with smoke emerging from a brick chimney. The soft, warm light reminded Puffy of how cold she was, and shakily knocked on the door.

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Philza sat on his rocking chair, shapening a sword. Ghostbur had insisted on baking so the smell of sweets filled the cottage. Techno was on a couch near him, sharpening a blade of his own. Tommy was out somewhere with Tubbo, most likely in L'manburge. Then,

'Knock'
'Knock'
'Knock'

Phils eyes perked up at the door, "who in bloody hell is knocking on my door at this hour!"
He stood up and answered, immediatly letting out a horrified gasp.

"LORD, WHAT HAPPENED?!!"

Just as Phil screamed in terror, the child started to cry, wailing helplessly from pain and the loud noise.

This seemed to really catch the attention of Technoblade.

He saw Techno trying to walk towards them, but didnt get more then two feet closer due to a death glsre, provided by Phil. So, Techno, embarrassed, sat back down on the couch, clearly trying to eavesdrop.

Phil then took the child from Puffy, and ran into a bathrom.

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Yall, copying this took fuckin FOREVER.  966 words