Ariadne: a story of the dream smp

why did it have to be me

I wake up to creaks coming from the wood house I fell asleep in. Sitting up slowly, I take in the room of a small child and sigh quietly when I notice how Michael is snuggled into my arm. I rub my eyes and stop abruptly remembering that the mascara and eyeliner I put on daily wasn't washed off before I fell asleep.

I glare at the dark room before crawling out of the small yellow bed and covering Michael back up. I yawn quietly as I make my way to the wall where a large window is placed, glancing at the clock next to it.

2:23am

Sighing, I lean against the wall, crossing my arms and rubbing a soft blanket against my cold skin in attempt to warm myself up. I close my eyes, trying to make myself tired, even though I am the opposite, especially with the lighting of the lamps coming from outside.

A blow of wind snaps my eyes open as I look around the room, narrowing my eyes dangerously. I carefully make my way to a bookshelf where a dagger is placed on the highest shelf, books hiding it. Another creek of wood makes me turn around quickly only for my eyes to widen at the sight of him.

"D-Dream?" I ask quietly, reaching my arm up for the weapon. The person- thing tilts its head slightly. He's wearing a long dark green cloak with a ceramic mask that covers his whole face, nothing human shown. Dark netherite armor covers his clothes that seem to be dark green and gold, king like. The tips of his fingers show purple flames flickering around them, his feet barely visible making him look to be floating.

My hand stops in its place without my control. I snap my head up to my hand that was centimeters away from the handle of the dagger and try to move it with every muscle in my body, only for energy to be drained. I look to the thing, terrified. It holds its hand out almost inviting me to walk to the thing.

"Who are you?" I say, pushing my nerves back the best I can. It doesn't work. My weak and quiet voice makes it laugh. Dream's laugh. Dream's villain laugh. Not the genuine one.

"We've talked so many times before? How do you not know?" It tilts it's head again in a teasing way but I can only think of how similar their voices are. It has to be him.

"Y-you're in prison, you aren't supposed to be here." I say with a shaky voice.

"Ah, yes Clay is in prison." It hums while nodding it's head.

"I," he lays a rich hand upon his chest, "am here. With you." He glances to Michael who's thankfully still sleeping. My eyes widen and my jaw tightens.

"I-I don't know who you are but you need to leave." I say with the most confident voice I can muster.

He hums in a faux thoughtful tune before looking back into my eyes.

"No."

He snaps his fingers and I watch as it wisps into a airy flame, now floating above the floor. A door opens from downstairs and I close my eyes quickly as the flame grows before disappearing. My hand falls to my side and I let out shaky breaths, my left hand on my chest as my right stays limp.

I won't be leaving just yet darling...

I've captured you just as I have with the others...

The others being closer than you think.

I snap my eyes open as the thoughts leave my head and shrink down into the comfort of someone cradling me on the ground

"L-Lia is okay, shh it's- it's okay. Please just breathe, it's okay, I'm sorry I should have- I'm sorry I got home late." I recognize the voice as Ranboo and feel my body relax slightly. I reach my arm up and wrap it around my best friend's neck, holding him in place as I pull my other arm around his knee, to keep myself straight up.

"It- it was-"

"It's okay, you don't need to explain. Let's- let's just..." he drowns off and I let my arms fall from around him, instead letting him hold my torso as I keep my back against him. I hesitantly rest my head on his chest, squeezing my burning eyes shut.

"I'm sorry." I mumble. "It came out of no where, I couldn't get him to leave sooner." I whisper, knowing fully well he didn't know what I was saying. He still nods acting as if he does, pressing his cheek to my hair and whispering things I can't make out.

A couple minutes go by with me focusing on my breathing and the teen resting his cheek on my head while he plays with the rings on my finger as he mumble sings random songs that come to his head.

"Think we should leave your kid's room?" I whisper.

"That's so weird. My kid." He replies quietly as he stands up, pulling me with him.

"He is yours to be fair. Not blood, I hope." I shrug. He stays quiet and my eyebrow raises as I look up at his face, but instead of the normal white side, it's pink while his different colored eyes are wide. I laugh, covering my mouth to lower the volume as he shakes his head quickly. I climb down the wood ladder and wait for Ranboo to follow me down before walking out of the small home Tubbo built. Rain begins to lightly come down and my small smile drops to a frown, my mouth opening slightly.

"Well shit."

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"This is such a bad idea!" Ranboo yells as we run through the cold night, rain splashing under our feet and pouring down on us. I don't answer but bounce on my heals as I wait for the taller teen to catch up before running again, already feeling the water proof potion wearing off as water drips onto me.

"Holy-" I stop and wince at the sight of Ranboo hiding under a tree, his jacket covering his body the best it can as rain breaks thru the potion barrier we made. I stand in the rain and look for shelter as my body becomes soaked. At least we made it onto the main land and away from Snowchester.

I squint at the sight of someone in the distance walking proudly down a path, an expensive umbrella above his head. I walk closer slightly and hear the humming of 'Money Money Money' coming from Quackity. I'm about to say something before a yelp comes from the tree Ranboo was under. I sprint to it and frown at the sight of my friend shuddering at the red lines on his body from the wet.

"Thank fuck I didn't wear that flower crown today." I mumble, sitting a couple feet away from Ranboo, where the leaves let the rain come down. It isn't a storm, just some rain. It is still deadly to some, however. I watch the water splash the ground and I hold my knees close to my chest, thinking about whatever came to me today.