Mist - A crossover fanfic {[cover temporary]}

Prologue - Shift

POV: Dream

I sat. It had been a few hours since the last visit. 'Quackity.' 

I was shaken. I've never seen Quackity so... petrifying.

I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. 

I glanced over at the netherite blocks and lava that blocked out the entrance to this horrid place. 

'I deserve it. I've done horrible things.'

It's not like I could change anything. it's not like I could redeem myself. I deserved this, I've done too much.

I never felt like me when I did those things though. I felt like I was putting up an act, this already preconceived notion that I was bad, strung up around me like spider webs. I had to be that person, even if I didn't want to be. 

'Even so, that was still me. I still did that, I should face the repercussions.' 

I sighed, thinking back to the days when I was just a kid. Before forced myself into this, before I did all this. Back when I was good. 

The worst I'd done was have missing work. That made me feel terrible, almost as guilty as this. But that was so small. Barely anything compared to me now. If I looked back on it, I knew I was being dramatic, but part of my empathized. 

'I feel that bad right now. I understand that it hurts.' Honestly I wished I could go back and take care of younger me, and really just comfort him when he needed it.

'But I cant do that. That person doesn't exist anymore. All thats left is a ruined man, irredeemable.' 

I sighed again, curling up into a ball. I just sat, my mind numb. I wasn't thinking. I was just... guilty. 'I'm not the victim though.' I told myself.

Then I felt a sudden... shift? Thats the best way to describe it. I felt like I was in a nether portal. Not in the nether, but not in the overworld. Just in between. I was on the edge of something, and I didn't know what. 

I guess I just let my instincts take over, as I reached for my chest. I pulled out an unwritten book, and pulled it towards me, so I grabbed the quill and started writing. 

For some reason I felt the need to write down everything that the revival book taught me. 'It'll be useful.' I told myself. I quickly flipped the page once I had gotten all of it down, and wrote a sort of... goodbye note? I don't know really, I was just scribbling down words in blind desperation. 'blind desperation for what?' I wondered. But it was too late, as I was already done. I placed the book on my lectern. 

I shuddered, this weird in between feeling freaking me out. I felt like I was being some kind of combination of ripped and dragged. Ragged? I didn't know. 

I started shaking, the feeling growing stronger. I shut my eyes, trying to block the feeling out. Then I felt a surge of pain, and I screamed. 

My whole world suddenly just disappeared. (Like, not just black. I couldn't feel anything, hear anything, just... nothing.) 

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POV: Sam 

I was pacing around the entrance to the cell. I had clear vision of the lava blocking the entrance. I didn't know why, my gut just said to be there. 

Suddenly I heard an earsplitting shriek. I immediately turned off the lava, rushing over to the cell to see what happened.

The time it took for the lava to fall made me anxious. Every second that passed was wasted time.   As soon as I could I walked to the cell.

And there... was no Dream. I panicked. "WHAT?" I shouted, looking around at the room. I saw the lectern. I ran over to see what was written in the book on it, as it might've given a clue to where Dream went. 

I skimmed the first page, finding nothing useful. The handwriting was scratchy, it was very hard to read. I flipped to the next page, looking at it. I skimmed it too, my disbelief rising. 

"No, no- Dream isn't gone. I promised Tommy he'd stay here- He isn't gone!" I shouted, panicked. I ran out of the cell, immediately explaining what happened to chat. 

<AwesamDude> DREAM IS GONE 

<AwesamDude> FIND HIM AND BRING HIM BACK TO JAIL

I shook, running out of the prison. I needed to find Dream, now.

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A/N: haha new story new angst this will probably die in a week

guess what will happen