𝒫𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑜𝓅𝒽𝑜𝒷𝒾𝒶 [Dream x Reader]

63. The biggest SIKE of the year

The biggest SIKE of the year
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In which you realize, you would be
 absolutely sick at playing bedwars
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-pencantdraw on twitter

  TW: Blood, burns, injury, etc.

 You couldn't say you were surprised, but you were disappointed. Dream had personally placed an army of creepers up here, in case you escaped. He knew how scared you were of creepers, how much they triggered your trauma. And yet he still chose to use that knowledge against you. He was sick.

   You really tried thinking of a way to escape. You checked your whole inventory for an enderpearl or just anything you could use to get away, but you didn't find anything. Sure, you had your bow and arrows, but you wouldn't be able to kill them all before one of them got too close and exploded right in your face.

   You couldn't make a run for it either - there were way too many creepers, and the distance between them wasn't wide enough for you to run through. You couldn't go back down the chimney either, as you doubted you'd survive the fall. 

   The only hope was to shoot one of them now when they were at this distance, and hope that the hit would trigger an explosion. Then it would start a chain explosion from there, make every creeper explode around you, and hopefully, you were far enough away in order to not be hit. But in order for that to work, you needed to act now. The creepers were surrounding you, closing in the circle more and more by the second.

   The rain was now pouring down on you like a shower. It got in your eyes and made your hands slippery around your arrow, but you still managed to aim with ease. You quickly exhaled to shrpen your concentration, before shooting the first and best creeper right in its head. You watched it slowly light up and grow bigger, before it exploded.

   And it did set off a chain explosion. But it didn't work the way you had wanted it to. The creepers had been too close, and you had misjudged how wide their range was. You got hit. And you got hit badly - not just by one blow, but by several, all at the same time from every possible ankle. You got sent flying many feet up in the air, with such force that it felt like all of the air had just been sucked out of your lungs. You had managed to cover your face with your arms, protecting it from the fire. Therefore, due to the exposit, your arms and upper body were what got injured the most. You felt your skin burn so badly, to the point where it started to peel off your body when you hit the ground. When you did so, you felt something crack, and an immediate pain appeared in your leg.

   It was a break, but it definitely wasn't clean. You couldn't walk and you barely could use your arms to crawl. Not only had the fire damaged your skin on them, but also the underlying bones, muscles, and tendons. It bled very, very badly. You also saw a red puddle appear on your stomach, and you got shocked to see that the lower part of your shirt had completely burnt up, exposing the wound.