This Isn't a Revolution... This Is Doomsday. || Reader x Dream SMP

⏭Chapter Thirteen⏮

Word Count: 1527

"Let's go meet that son of a bitch." Tommy smiled down to me.

"Yeah, let's go."

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

"It's cold." I spoke quietly, a slight shiver in my voice.

"I know." Tommy agreed, "Okay it's time to distract us from the cold- uh- make up a plan for when we get there? Because I don't think it's a good idea to just- show up and expect him to accept us."

"Agreed, okay so we dig a basement under his house and become racoons!"

"YES!" Tommy smiled, "THAT'S IT!"

"Pog!" I laughed softly, we paused for a moment. "Ah back to feeling cold."

"It's really cold." Tommy agreed.

"Well, that means we're close, right?" I smiled a little, looking down.

"Probably." Tommy nodded, "Okay do you want to take shelter? The sun is setting and it's about to get a lot colder."

"Please." I nodded quickly, and Tommy nodded back, pulling out some oak planks and crafting a little shelter, placing a torch in the middle of it.

"A torch is all I have." Tommy muttered with an apologetic look.

"It'll do... I guess." I smiled softly.

"Huddle for warmth?"

"So we don't get fucking hypothermia?" I laughed, waving him over, "come here please I'm cold."

"Okay okay here." Tommy scooched over to me, and I encased him in a hug.

"I feel like I should sleep but I don't know if I should." I muttered softly.

"I mean we're completely blocked in, and oxygen logic doesn't exist." Tommy spoke back, if possible, even softer than me.

"Okay." I yawned, "Good night."

"Good night."

Next morning

"Good morning." Tommy spoke softly, and my eyes fluttered open to the torch still burning.

"G'morning..." I yawned, rubbing my eyes.

"You slept okay?" Tommy removed me from his shoulders, holding me up.

"Cold."

"I'm not even that cold." Tommy looked to me, concerned. "You alright?"

"Just cold." I shook my head, standing up and picking my bag up. "We should-" I was cut off by my own yawn again, I was still tired. "-going."

"You're pale."

(A/N: Hi poc, melatonin can't help you from being deathly pale :D)

"Well, I mean, cold equals pale?" I shrugged, stuffing my hands into my pockets. My fingers felt numb.

"... maybe?" Tommy shrugged back. "Let's get going. We can get there before we stop to eat dinner, I think."

"Ugh... I forgot that I need to take my hands out of my pockets for food." I groaned.

"And water."

"And water." I echoed. "Can we eat inside before we go back out there?"

"Yeah okay, makes sense." Tommy prompted me to sit back down, since he hadn't gotten up yet either. I sat next to him, and he passed me some bread. I ate it quickly, knowing that the faster we get to Techno's the faster everything would pass. "You ready?"