HAYLOFT ➵ dreamsmp

xii - foolish escapades

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐: 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 : 

When Eris woke up again, her head hurt significantly less than before, but a continuous throb still drilled through her skull.

A groan escaped her dry lips as she sat up, opening her eyes to find herself on the same bed she had awoken on earlier.

As she looked to her right, a dim light came through the small window, signalling that it was either dusk or dawn. Eris wasn't sure how long she slept.

A sharp frown grew present on her brows as the grogginess fell away in her eyes and mind as she remembered the situation she found herself in.

She swung her legs to the side of the bed before standing up and making her way to the wooden door on the opposite of the room with heavy steps.

Reaching out, she turned the metal door handle that felt cold to her hands. Unfortunately, but predictably, the door didn't give way. The wooden object stayed stubbornly in its place, almost like it was mocking the young brunette.

She didn't like it.

So instead, she resorted to knocking on the door harshly and repeatedly, turning her knuckles raw as nobody seemed to respond.

"Let me out you fucking bastards!" She shouted, hoping it would get somebody's attention, "Hey!"

Suddenly the door handle tilted downwards and the door was thrown open, taking Eris by surprise, who was still leaning against it.

She staggered backwards, before she hit the ground, breaking the fall with her arms, which immediately made a lightning bolt of pain shoot up to her shoulders. She winced.

"Hello."

Dream stood in front of her with a wooden tray in his hands, carrying himself in the same, light and arrogant way Eris did not want to get used to.

"Why are you on the ground?" He asked mockingly, looking down at Eris, who was still on the ground, a sharp glare in her gaze.

"Fuck you." She replied, awkwardly standing up, but immediately taking a small step back as the man was far too close to her for her comfort.

Dream huffed, placing the tray down on the table in the corner of the room before turning to her again, "I come up here, taking time off from my own schedule to bring you food and I don't even get a thank you."

Eris crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the man from under her brow, a cynic smile placed on her lips before she spoke up, "Fuck you. Bitch."

"I don't think you're in a position to talk to me like that, Eris." The masked man replied, tilting his head ever so slightly.

The small, but significant action made a shiver run down the brunette's spine, although she made sure it would not be possible to tell.

"Or what?" She asked. Challenging the man in front of her who was bigger than her in every way and could overpower her easily, especially in the not-so optimal physical state she was in.

Dream took a step forward, the difference in height between them making Eris tilt her head back slightly to still match the mask's eerie gaze, "Don't challenge me."

For the first time in a while, Eris found the -possibly misplaced- confidence she had lost over the last few days, causing a small smirk to appear on her chapped lips, "Why?"