【 𝙎𝙪𝙗𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙙 】DreamSMP.

𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙋𝙏. 5

There was a quiet pause, just me, him, sting at each other for a long period of time.
The silence was cracked by the old creaky chair, backing up from the force of the Man's Legs. He started to March towards me,
What should I do? Is he gone hurt me—

I felt a pair of arms wrap around me,
I looked down to see the dim colorful mask.
He shoulders were hunched, his body trembling, and the cold hands tightly gripping my arms. I'm surprised my arm didn't break off at that point.

"I'm sorry. You just look like her so much."
I watched him let go, and lifted up his mask high enough for him to wipe his tears.

"Who?.."
Confusion struck me, I didn't understand by what he meant. I'm a bit of course, or that's what I see so far. while I thinking he answer my question.

"My True Love, her name was Mamacita."
I could hear his voice crack up slightly, only to be fixed within a second.

"You just look like her so much, the Green Hoodie, Blonde Hair, and the White Mask."
The mask laid in front of my face, cracked, broken, but some bits still remained and stayed on my face.

"Then."
He paused. Tilted his head upwards at me.
"She disappeared. And I was killed by.."
I felt his eyes widen and, the still hands tremble.

"—You."
The dead hands got a grip onto my blood stained Hoodie, and I felt the wall ram into my back. Useless

I couldn't feel anything.

It didn't hurt.

"You. YOU. YOU— You're not the same person."
His grip loosened around my Hoodie collar, and I watch him back off with a sad slouch.

"You're not him. Are you?"
Defeated. The only word I could imagine what was going on through his whole body.
MD began to mumble, apologizing, looking for hope, or something; anything in that matter.

He plopped his lifeless body onto the wooden chair, looking up at the window.
Nothing to see if everything was filled with smoke and gases, but I joined along either way.

"do you miss her."

"in every part of my body."

MD faced towards me, and checked the clock which never seems to move from January 6, 2021. His dead fingers gestured outside, wanting me to see something. Of course I looked.

And the train came. The dark figures desperately climbed their way up the train rails but something had stopped them, tube lines. The train drove by, with a familiar figure inside.

The blue, red, and white uniform was looking down at us as he passed. Not a single smile or grin,  just a small sad frown. Wilbur held his guitar playing it loud, I couldn't ever hear
the train anymore.

I blinked.

And opened my eyes.

I was in the train, next to Wilbur playing his guitar loudly. The train passed through everything, cities, explosions, and even prisons. One prison had a person standing in the front, green hair, and a golden crown.

They seemed familiar.

The darkness was out casted by a soft white, and soon enough out train had came to a stop.  The sudden brightness scratched at my eyes, and the white somewhat brought out a pale tone to my dead skin.
It almost seemed like I was actually alive, but you can't reverse death.

The doors pushed open, with steam escaping from inside and out to the white abyss.
There stood a women, she wore a dark long dress. Her hair brown like chocolate and, the imitating skull face shook me with fear.
The large pair of black wings suddenly spread open, sending a gust of wind towards me.
The pair of 'eyes' looked down at me, her wings slowly relaxing.

"I was expecting someone new coming down,"
She moved like wind and was beside me, a breeze rushing past me. The women swirled around my body, her eyes look down and up repeatedly.

"What's your name little one?"
She was back at her spot, towering over him and the rest of the others.

"D-Dream. Dreamwastaken."
I stuttered, hearing a light gasp as the tall women's reaction. She walked closer and began shrinking down in size, the skull pulling back and revealing a much presentable face.
The once tall, horrific, women was now in a form of a human like look.

I felt the first ever warm hands reach out for his face, holding it like a baby. Such care and love was put into one hand, and it had Me in tears. The women watched in sadness and removed her hand.

"My Poor Child.."

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