Aurora Borealis | Dreamnoblade

【𝕊𝕦𝕓𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕕】

✧ Prologue ✧

| Part Two |

【Subway for the Dead】

The strange contraption pulled to a stop with a quiet hiss and squeal of wheels. The buzzing of wordless murmuring from the blacked-out figures quietened and as the doors of the contraption opened, they began hurrying to climb off.

Dream watched and waited for his chance to step off too.

His chest felt hollow yet impossibly tight.

How long had he been here, stuck on this strange moving contraption? Hours? He wasn't sure, he vaguely remembers stepping onto this thing and finding a seat as it had begun moving. The longer he had been sat there, the more his fuzzy memories had cleared.

Dead.

How strange.

Dream was dead.

He had never thought out all the ways he could have gone out, it would have been imprisoned starvation.

He found himself stepping onto a platform.

The figures all began scattering, going this way and that towards different paths that led away from this platform.

"Can't say I expected to see you here."

Dream knew that voice. He would know it anywhere, and thus he turned to see a familiar beanie-wearing brunet. His chest felt tight again.

"Wilbur Soot," Dream greeted.

Wilbur's lips quirked upwards into a smirk, "Well? Aren't you gonna spill?"

Dream hummed only but made no move to tell him what happened, "Does it matter?"

Wilbur raised his hands, "Okay, don't tell me then."

"Maybe later," Dream offers, knowing he wasn't yet ready to tell his fellow dead friend (brother, truthfully) how exactly he was here but if he was going to be here a while, he didn't see any reason to hide or withhold something like that from Wilbur.

(Dream is reminded of Ghostbur and wonders the whys and hows.)

"C'mon," Wilbur jerked his head to signal for Dream to follow him. Dream hurried along to walk beside him, "It's been a few years down here."

"A few years?" Dream questioned incredulously, having to do a double-take. He didn't know how this realm worked—it wasn't his domain after all. He just knew the End was triple the Overworld's spin around the sun.

Wilbur laughed, throwing an arm around Dream's shoulder, "Oh yeah, time works differently in all the realms."

Dream made a soft sound of acknowledgement and let Wilbur continue to lead him down the platform and into a small bar looking offshoot.

Stepping into the bar, the smell of cooking food, of alcohol, hits him. It makes his mouth water, reminding Dream of just how he died. He grimaced.

However, that line of thought is gone when he sees another familiar face.

Schlatt.

The goat-hybrid looks up at their entrance, he straightens when he gaze lands on Dream, "Hey kiddo."

Dream swallowed and hurried closer, sucking in a breath as he practically throws himself into his uncle's arms. The man grunted at the collision but returned the hug, nonetheless.