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XXIV - D A W N I N G!

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TW- PROFANITY/VIOLENCE

WC- 2403

--(Y/N) POV---

I lay in my tent for the remaining time before the first attack strikes. As soon as we entered the safety of the walls once again, Wilbur ordered us and everyone in worry to go back to our tents without a single lecture. I was certainly not out of the way of a large lecture.

'(Y/N), you could've gotten the two of you killed! Why can't you just listen to a single thing I say?"

I let out a tired sigh at my thoughts. I listen. I've been following everyone's lead since the day I left my past. It's never been my word since I've gotten here. I'm starting to understand Dream's thirst for power. Everything is put under your control once you have all the power. I'm just thinking in the selfish mind of the villain, though.

But don't you want that power?

"No, I don't," I mumble as I fidget with the bag of ore I shoved in my pockets before leaving Dream's base.

You saw where that power got you, though.

"Loneliness," I take out a sliver of netherite and rub my thumb over it.

But it gave you everything you could ever need, (Y/N). You had riches to spoil you for days...

"I was at the edge of death for days," I mock.

But you were a killer. You killed anything or anyone that stood in your path. You've grown soft for these people, (Y/N).

I begin to grow irritated at the voice. "That's all behind me, I'll never kill anyone now. All I want is to protect my friends!"

With your past, I wouldn't be surprised if they kick you out after they use you.

"They won't, they're my friends. I trust them and they trust me. That's it, we all have each other's backs and I have theirs."

You know too well that you're the villain, (Y/N). None of these people killed like you have. Your hands hold those stolen lives, (Y/N). Get it in your head! You will never be the 'good guy'. You're the villain!

As the last word is spat through my head, I tear open my tent in a flash. The words of the voices intoxicate my mind like poison. The poison is deadly, it holds no mercy as it eats my brain alive. I need to get my mind off of all this, especially before the war.

"You are not the bad guy, (Y/N)." My strides are long and fast as I approach my desired destination. "They were lies, you've changed! You're not a killer, at least not anymore."

My mind fills with the memories of the victims that fell to the selfish hands of myself. It was only out of self-defense! Then images of my old friend possess my mind. I held onto that knife with such confidence, I really wanted him dead. I regret my actions now, prison sounds much better than death. He was clueless and power-hungry like Dream! Of course, Dream wanted him dead. That psychotic bastard used me to kill him.

Every small piece is beginning to fit on the line. From the masquerade to the assassination to now. Our rebellion against Dream's power.

I know now more than ever that our chances of winning this war are in the negatives. He planned this. He knows how this war will play out.

I know exactly what my next move is.

"Wilbur!" I yell as I storm into the van with a small sharp pain in my leg. "Wilbur, it's important!"