SHAMBLES! DREAMxFEM!READER

XVIII - F O R E S T!

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TW- ARSON/VIOLENCE/PROFANITY

WC- 2322

--(Y/N) POV---

Maybe one day, I'll be the same. The same person I was before my life was ruined. A person ran by fear. Someone who wants to survive, but hides away from those with power. But that's cowardly to want to run away from an opportunity to save the people you love. But it's a selfish pit I want to bury myself in.

I was frightened, terrified even. Dream's threats shouldn't have made their way to my mind, but they did. When speaking about victory, I was unsure? My strength to put up a fight against people had been drawn. I should feel as if I want to kill everyone who craves our own blood, but I don't. I know these people. I've gotten close to them for months upon months and shared some of the brightest moments of my life with them. Even if the mentioned people didn't feel the same as I did in those small light-hearted laughs, I treasured them with every bit of passion I had inside of me.

A question I have yet to answer is why I attacked Dream out of nowhere yesterday. It was like myself speaking to myself. But it wasn't myself, I think? I was also fully aware at the time that I was attacking him,

"Fundy and I will be in charge of watching over L'Manberg just for precautionary reasons," Wilbur directs as Fundy bobs his head in agreement. "(Y/N) and Tommy will work on supplies. Eret will better our defense by making more buildings and such. Tubbo will stay in the van and work on potions."

"What are potions?" Tubbo questions to my surprise.

"Tommy over here decided it would be better to refer potions to 'drugs', so it sounds like I'm allowing underaged children to make drugs," Wilbur clarifies to the enlightened Tubbo. "You got that, Tubbo?"

Tubbo nods his head with excitement. He's always been the best at brewing potions out of the rest of us. Tommy and I will occasionally find a way to explode the brewing stands. Each time, Tommy will make it my responsibility to make a new one for him. Thankfully, the cartel was a success. Speaking of the cartel, I wonder what Quackity is up to.

"Hey Tommy," I start as we walk off from the group to tend to our responsibilities. "What's up with Quackity?"

"Oh, Big Q! My man," Tommy exaggerates. "He's off with his husband or fiancé. No one ever knows where they are off to; they're always on the road."

I nod. I remember Quackity mentioned something about returning to sugar cheeks. I assumed it was the name for a pet, but it was a pet name for a human (at least I think) instead.

Tommy and I continue our strides to get our required material for the war. It's all about eight hours of work by the end of the day. We ended up with about ten pounds of iron, for golden apples, a few diamond scraps, and more material for potion brewing. Overall, it was more than what we could of asked for. Especially for not having to put up a fight for it. We only ran into four mob spawners, a few stray creepers, and one enderman. Of course, Tommy and I peacefully avoided the large black creature in peace. The endermen are told to be one of the hardest mobs to take down. I've only taken one down in my lifetime only because I was suited up properly.

We split the valued material amongst the six of us. Overall, today was a productive day. We all got more than what we could have done with the scarce time provided. But it was easy to say that we all craved sleep. Our eyes were falling like there were weights clipped on them.

We all said our final 'goodnights' and walked off in our own directions to our small tents. Once this war is all over, we will need to make houses. Sleeping on the ground in the middle of a forest was starting to get uncomfortable.