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

🧨Chapter Twenty-Seven🧨

Word Count: 1456

"Oh! Then... (Y/N) can you come with me?" Ghostbur spoke quietly

"..." I grabbed my coat, "Sure."

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"You're not him. (Schlatt)" Ranboo spoke sternly. "You're simply not."

"I hope I'm not."

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"What the fuck is that."

"It's an egg!"

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She picked up the red book. "Blood vines." She smiled.

Well that was more than I thought.

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

I walked outside with Ghostbur, my breath creating a cloud in front of me. "Here." Ghostbur brought me to the house he built beside us from a while ago. He opened the enderchest he had in the house while I tucked myself further into the jacket. "Here!" He smiled, pulling out two items. "I went though Alivebur's stuff..." He draped one item over me, and placed the other one in my hands.

"What is it?"

"Oh! Memory-" Ghostbur laughed. "Did you know that... Alivebur was your dad?"

"Yeah... I knew that." I smiled sadly.

"Oh good!" he clapped, "Alivebur knew he was going to die that day, and... He left some things behind for you!"

"What?" I turned to face Ghostbur. "He... left me things?"

"This jacket, and this guitar..." Ghostbur smiled sadly. "And some paper." He took them out of the chests too, handing them to me.

"Ooo..." I strapped the guitar on, spinning it to my back while I secured the jacket better in between my larger winter one and the guitar. "L'Manburg... National Anthem." I read out loud, running a finger over the words.

"There's more." Ghostbur handed me more, and the handwriting changed, it changed to mine.

"Ain't No Crying..."

"There's a lot more." Ghostbur handed me a book this time, and a few more scrap pages, and I shoved them into my inventory.

"Thank you, Ghost."

"Of course!"

"I'll... be going now."

"Have a nice day!"

"You too."

I made my way to Techno's house again, taking off the two jackets and putting the guitar and the old jacket into my inventory, climbed down the bottom floor, where Tommy sat, trying to start a fire in the far end of the room. We made a vent so the smoke could escape, but it made the room a lot colder. So we used a lot more fires.

"Tommy."

"(Y/N)." he greeted back. "What did Ghostbur show you?"

"He didn't exactly show me anything, he gave me something." I smiled.

"Ooo~ What is it?"

"Alivebur left me things."

"What, bombs?"

"Wish he did, Techno's probably out mining sand right now."

Tommy laughed, "Then what did he leave?"

"... Guitar..." I claimed it out of the inventory. "Music sheets," I pulled that out too, and Tommy took some paper into his hands, sorting through them. "And this." I tossed on the jacket loosely. It was long. Like it reached my ankles long. "It's too big for me."