【 𝙎𝙪𝙗𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙙 】DreamSMP.

𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝘼 𝘿𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪? 𝙋𝙏. 4

He pulled the bottle back, taking a swig before placing it back down on the table.
He cocked his eye brow towards me, his eyes were like knifes. Stabbing me and holding me down, making me vulnerable.

"You seem Familiar, What's your name."
He crossed his legs and spreaded his arms above him, resting it on the top of the booths seat.

"Dream. Dreamwastaken."
I stated quietly, I averted my gaze from the Devil goat man. I felt myself sinking deeper into madness in this place.
It's like a drug, a drug I don't want but get.
I don't want this drug anymore.

"Dream? What a name."
I looked over to Ghostbur, to find him fiddling with the bottles and cigarette sticks.
Which began to become more concerning, as his body began flashing or 'glitching' I can say. What was once a Yellow sweater turned into a long brown and white shirt, and his hair fitted every emotion. Sad, Mad, insane. He flashes one last time, revealing the insane man I met from before. His eyes strained, watching the red veins on his eyes clench onto his eyeballs desperately.

The familiar crooked thin glasses, and the red brunt beanie was visible to me. His chest had a never ending bleeding wound, watching the blood poor out of his chest. I watched in terror as his hand began to shake with the bottles in hand, or that's what I thought. The bottles weren't what they were,
They were TNT sticks.

"You good there pal? You seem stressed out."
Looking back at the Goat I couldn't believe my eyes what I saw, it was almost a dream.
A dream to never be woken up from.
His chest holed out with a Beating heart inside
the empty gap, my breath hitched at the sight. Soon enough the beating heart came to a stop and exploded in my face, I squeezed my eyes shut feeling the blood splatter onto my face. I felt each droplet of blood drip
from my face and down to my neck.

.

.

.

I rubbed my eyes quickly, trying to erase the image from my cursed mind.
To see Ghostbur holding his blue dye happily, giggling to himself as he fidget with it. and Schlatt drinking from the bottle. No gaping hole in their chest, and No blood.
I sighed in relief, I'm going mad.

"Well? You gonna sit there and say nothing."
I felt a nudge at my shoulder, looking up terrified Schlatt's irritated face turned softer. Seeing my state he decided to take a different approach towards me.

"Right. Sorry, you're still new to this whole being 'dead' thing."
He lit a new Stick immediately placing it into his mouth, inhaling it slowly and puffing out smoke quickly. I wonder if you can lung cancer down here, probably not.
The silence was loud, despite the loud chattering from the smudge figures.
It was quietly.

"so.. what's your story?"
Schlatt paused midway drinking his bottle,
And placed it away smiling.

"I was a good President for a nation, or so that's what I thought. The others couldn't agree so they tried taking me down, I didn't die to them though. I had a Heart Attack"
He loosened the tie around his neck and opened up his white shirt underneath his coat. He didn't seem sad or angry when he talked about his life before.

"You should meet the other guy, crazy dude. But always stays in this dark ass room."
He downed the bottle, to every last drip before making it vanish into thin air.

"Do you wanna meet him?"
I nodded. Agreeing to see this man, we both stood up without Ghostbur and walked away.
Past the 'people' and away from the 'crowd'
The further we went in, the lack of windows increased. It was so. so. dark.

We came across a rectangular mirror, in curiosity I stopped and walked back to get a closer examination.

I looked into the mirror.

And I didn't see myself

I saw a man, somewhat god like. The man had 2 large golden rings looping around his head, that was plastered with green ended eyes.
A large green robe draped over his shoulders and over his head, but it was only green.
It had some red. A red that didn't seem like it belonged there.

Blood.

A large grin spread across their face, constantly twitching and fidgeting. They began reaching out toward me, I heard so many Whispers— Voices creep into my ear. 'Come towards me' they screamed, louder and louder it screamed.

"What are you doing?"
I looked over to Goat man, a little fazed from what I have saw or heard.

"The mirror—"

"—Mirrors don't work down here."

"What."
I looked back to the frame, to see it broken. Shattered and black out to each corner.

"Let's just keep going"
We began walking down the dark hallway, and at the end I saw a faint light reaching out into the hallway.  The goat man stopped walking and gestured his hand for me to keep going, I was hesitant but proceed carefully.
Around the corner there was a large window,
It showed the large neon lights of the city.
There was a table that had a single candle,
The room was mostly empty but somewhat creepy.

I rested my arms on the window frame and looked closer outside, looking up I saw a women she had black hair. I tried looking closer but—

"It's nice having company."
I turned my head slowly to see a man sitting at the table, he had a mask with green, white, and red colors plastered on it. He had a green sweater?

"But people don't come over here because."
He sighed and looked over towards me, with his full black dots on his mask.

"It's dark here"

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Don't fear the dark, Fear what is in the Dark.