Dancing Through Time (KARL X READER!)

Chapter 22 ✨

*Mention of Suicide, Panic attack? Sadness in general.

Does Sadness need a Tw?

You were glad that Dream was locked away in prison, though putting it as a relief would've better suited how you felt.

The days returned to a sort of normal expectancy as you'd known in the past villages where you had onced lived, and the air was peaceful and calm.

But being a main character, you knew that feeling wouldn't last long. (I know I'm part of the 4th wall rebuilder cult, BUT I'M SORRY I HAD TO)

You'd reciven a bracelet while you were in the ditch during the recent war, and you were determined to find out whose it was, except you had no clue. No Initials, or symbols, just a jewel in a silver bracelet. Just like how you had a (Birth-Stone) in a (Silver/Gold) Necklace.

An Idea popped into your head as you quickly took off your necklace and placed it beside the bracelet. To the naked mortal eye, they were just a pair of jewelry on a spruce table. But you saw more than that. Though they visually didn't have a connection, you felt something as they lay side by side.

If you'd received the necklace from your mother, did that mean that whoever the owner of the bracelet knew your mother? It was a broad guess, but it was a small start.

You put the necklace back on around your throat, and put the bracelet on your wrist. Though it obviously didn't belong with you, it felt worth protecting.

You stepped outside, and noticed dark clouds moving in. They were beginning to slowly strain the sun of its warmth and light.

Hiraeth, was nowhere to be seen, which was natural of her. She usually hated being penned up and especially in such a tight space while you were gone. You just hoped while she was on her adventures she didn't return expecting a-

A harsh wind blew against you and caused you to stumble forwards. The weather seemed to just get continuously worse, but you had people to visit.

The thought of visiting Karl made you smile, and suddenly the weather didn't seem that bad.

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Your hair whipped violently in the wind as you walked towards Karl's house. At this rate, shaving your head sounded better than dealing with you hair slapping you face and the wind tying knots in it.

You then saw a familiar boy in diamond armor and dark hair. Quackity and you had rarely talked ever since you encounter with the 'Egg', but you had a mutual hatred for it. It was growing late, and dark with the angry swirling above, but you decided it wouldn't be too bad for you to catch up with Quackity.

"What up Big Q?" You asked as you caught up with him. He smiled as you ran up to him, "I was on my way to visit Tommy, at his new hotel. Pretty sure it's called the 'BigInnit' hotel."

"He's so full of himself, I bet his ego is bigger than the smp itself..." You realised you were trying to joke about Tommy, but your current broken relationship with him didn't make you feel right as you trailed off.

"Are you okay?" Quackity asked comfortingly as you both slowly walked.

"I- No." Words shouldn't've hurt like this. It was possibly true that Dream had caused Tommy enough pain and sorrow for him to lash out at you, but were you at fault?

You'd haven't stood up for him enough. Being a selfish brat for asking him to stop hurting Dream, but neither Dream or you deserved to feel that sort of pain. And yet you were blaming yourself, and just like how it was easier for others to hate other people you hated yourself.