my king i hate || 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔

"you are braver than you believe,
stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think"
- christopher robin

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puffy made me stand on a high step stool in front of my mirror. she uses a measuring tape to wrap around my body to get my measurements. as i look into the mirror reflecting back on me, i can see how hard this girl is working. it looks like she really enjoys this job, but to get this job she has to live here in this castle, right?

"puffy, i have a question." i announce, watching her every move.

"shoot." she responds, still using the measuring tape to measure my entire body. 

"do you live in this castle?" i ask. 

"no i do not, why do you ask?" she questioned.

"i just thought that people who worked for the king would live in the castle with him?" i described, watching her pause for a second but then go back to work.

"oh, no sweetie, you see... there once was a time when we all lived in this castle together." she began. "that was when king george was still with us." she revealed, with a sad expression on her face.

"dream says that george was the only person who saw his face, was he talking about king george?" i ask, piecing things together in my mind.

"that's the story... all right, all done!" puffy exclaims, stepping back from me. she walks over to her bag and starts putting things away in it. 

"thank you, but wait, what is the story?" i question her, as i watch her pick up her bag and open the door.

"you will have to ask the king about that one if you really want to know." she told, as she walks out the door, shutting it behind her. 

as i stand on the step stool looking at myself in the mirror, i realize that i have to go and ask dream about king george. i need to know about him, i need to know what happened to him. dream needs to tell me about why king george is the only one who saw his face.

i step down from the stool and walk over to my door. as i take steps to walk out and down the stairs, i can't help but think i was to harsh on dream. all he did was say he needed time and i couldn't give it to him. it's not like i won't be stuck here for a while. no, i can't think like this. i don't like him and what i did to him was perfectly fine. we are enemies, we don't like each other. 

as i turn the corner i see dream walking down the hall in my direction. i start to walk his way and when i finally get up to him i stop. but he doesn't stop with me, he just keeps walking. 

"dream, can we talk?" i suggested, now facing his back. 

"no." he speaks, still walking. 

"i know about king george. i know that he died." i called out to him. 

dream stops dead in his tracks. he turns around and faces me, his smiley face mask now staring right through me. he starts to march up to me, his hands balled in fists. once he makes it to me, only about a foot away, he still doesn't talk.

"i just want to know the story between you two." i requested, looking through his mask's eye holes. 

"well im not telling you y/n, so just drop it." he claimed, tilting his head down towards me so he can see me.

"god, what is your deal? why are you like this?" i yell, now balling my hands up into fists out of anger.

"im so tempted to send you back to lmanburg." he fumed.

"then do it! i don't want to be here anyways!" i shout, now stepping closer to him.

"yeah, let me send you back. then you can see how much your friends don't need you!" he starts. "have they even came to check on you? have you even heard from them?" he thundered. 

which only a couple sentences, my heart shatters. my heart splits into a million pieces. i can feel my face drop and turn pale. the thing that hurts the most is that... he is right. they don't even miss me. they haven't even came to check on me. 

"y/n, i-i didn't mean it-" he begins.

"no dream, you are right. im not wanted anywhere, i have no home." i interrupt him, my eyes now looking at the ground. 

"no, listen. i didn't mean it-" he tried to speak again.

"i'll just go up to my room." i mumble, turning my back to him and walking up the stairs. 

i walk into my room and out onto the porch. i use my arms to push me up so i can sit on the edge. i dangle my legs over the railing, letting my body feel the cold night wind. my head tilts back and i am startled by how many stars there are. they all seem so close to me, like i could just touch them. i hear the door open and close, but i don't turn around. 

"can i sit here?" someone asks, standing right next to me. 

"sure." i answer, not feeling like putting up a fight. 

"i didn't mean what i said back there." the man sitting next to me says. 

i look over and see dream. the man who was supposed to be my knight in shining armor. "sure you didn't." i commented.

"what i said wasn't even remotely right." he explained, looking at me. 

"it seemed pretty right to me. the whole part where im not wanted. that was pretty accurate." i assured, not looking at him. 

"well it isn't right." dream answered.

"uh huh, and who would be the person who wants me?" i annoyingly ask, looking over at him rolling my eyes.

"me" he admitted. 

"w-what..." i mutter, my eyes growing wide. 

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word count: 1024

author's note: kind of a long chapter, get it i guess.