My Knight in a Green Hoodie (Dream x Reader)

10. Swinging from the Chandelier

"How's Nightmare?" You hummed. It had been a while since you saw the weird demon thing Dream had in his body.

"Him? I dunno," Dream shrugged. "He's been pretty quiet since you came back. I'm guessing he's satisfied with life now that you're here."

You smiled. "Okay, let's get out of the bathroom before people start suspecting we're making out."

"Or maybe something a little more than making out," Dream mumbled under his breath.

You didn't hear him.

It's probably better if it stays that way.

"Say, it's pretty quiet," You mumbled, loud enough for the latter to hear.

"Yeah-"

The both of you froze.

Swinging from the Chandelier

(Chapter Three- part 3)

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Second P.O.V

Both you and Dream found yourselves staring up at the ceiling like everyone else in the room.

"You've gotta be kidding me, Uncle." You groaned, facepalming.

There he was, in all his drunken glory-

-Swinging on the chandelier.

How the hell he got up there? No idea. Phil could've flown him up, though.

You looked at Phil, who stared dumbly at the angry drunk on the chandelier hanging from the ceiling as if he wanted to die on the spot.

Okay, so Phil didn't do it.

"How did he get up there?" You asked the guest nearest to you.

You didn't take your eyes of the man swinging on the crystal light.

"Enderpearled." The woman answered numbly. Even she looked so done with life.

Welp, for a drunk man, he had good aim.

You eyed the thin golden chain, small cracks protruding from the base that connected the chandelier to the ceiling. The crystals attached to the ornament clinked together in a soft song.

Bits of dust and grime fell. Nobody paid any mind to it though. They were focused on Schlatt, who was singing 'Mary had a Little Lamb'.

A sickening crack sounded throughout the room—spider vein-like cracks projecting across the ceiling like a disease.

But something wasn't right.

The air was still, and the guests didn't seem to be worried, or at least, some of them.

You scanned the strange crowd for any sign of fear, anything.

Nothing, they were just staring numbly at nothing.

Your head snapped to your friends and family. They seemed to have the same, though, a growing concern shining in their eyes, their expression betraying their calm demeanour.

You looked back to the chandelier. Your gaze was sharp.

The ram-horned man wasn't there.

Your eyes widened, a short curse leaving your lips as you realised what was happening.