Dancing Through Time (KARL X READER!)

Chapter 24 ✨

Super short but important :)

The days felt disconnected, and time seemed to speed up and slow at random.

You were surprised about how well you held up.

From the outside you seemed normal enough, maybe a few crying sessions and breakdowns every once in a while, but otherwise you just looked like you had a hangover and woke up to throw-up at 5 am.

Inside was a different story.

You could just imagine it as different sections in a drawer.

At the bottom drawer were old memories, most of them were happy, but they were close to being forgotten. You no longer related yourself to the happy girl that made jokes with Quackity, Tommy, and Karl. You felt different, though you didn't look it.

The middle drawer held your feelings. They were shoved aggressively in, and whenever one of them decided to crawl out you would push them away. This of course included smiles and laughter, but you didn't want to risk pulling out good feelings, as they would bring the bad ones with them. Over time you'd hoped that you'd be less fearful to let emotion rise into you, but now was not the time.

The top drawer held your current thoughts. They all consisted of revenge, though not the violent type. You wanted to hurt Dream, to make him feel the pain he made Tommy go through. Yet at the same time, you couldn't help but not want to hurt him. You can't fight fire with fire. Dream had to kill Tommy for a reason, he was too smart just to kill a person without reason.

Whatever you would do, you'd figure it out by the time you go and meet Dream.

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You were passing by Tommy's house.

You would avoid it on any other occasion, but sometimes you would stop and sit in front of his house. You would do so for hours at a time, just remembering happy memories. You tried to bring joy from them, to feel every aspect of every single second in them, but they brought nothing.

You paused.

You weren't even heading anywhere these days. Aimless walking brought you nowhere, and the list of people to visit stayed empty. Karl hadn't reached out to you recently, and somehow you'd interpreted it as him abandoning you. You felt too ashamed for crying in front of Jack and Quackity, so you'd avoid any possible contact with them.

You let yourself sit down in the dirt in front of Tommy's house, and tried to bring back the feeling of happiness. You remembered his annoying laugh and all the dumb antics he did to make you smile. Looking back on it, even when he stole items from you, you didn't care. He was like your younger brother that you never had, but now he was gone.

You felt a bubble of sadness pop into you, but it held a strange edge to it. It was happy as well as it was sad. Bittersweet.

Bittersweet can hurt, but it can also hold healing.

Suddenly a hand grabbed your shoulder and you whipped around, alarmed.

"The f*ck you doing (Y/N)? Why are you sitting in front of my house especially in the dirt-"

You cut Tommy off by engulfing him into a hug. Then you realized.

"Wait, am I hallucinating? You're dead. You're not alive. Notch, I let a bit of emotion in again and now I'm seeing a dead kid." You stuttered as you backed away from Tommy.

"I'm alive, (Y/N). Dream brought me back to life." Tommy stated slowly.

"But that means-" You looked up at Tommy, "He does have a revival book."

Tommy nodded slowly. He looked tired, though exhausted would've been a better word.

"G-give me a minute to process this. How long were you dead?" You asked. "Well, it was two days, but when you're dead, it seems even longer. It was dark- I don't want to describe it." Tommy said quietly as he looked at all of the flowers that surrounded his house.

There was silence.

"Um (Y/N), can we have a talk maybe tomorrow or something? I really need to tell you something, but I need to do something first." Tommy finally said. "Of course, and... can I tell the others that you're alive?" You asked nervously. "I- WELL DUH. No like you're just going to keep quiet and make others think I'm still DEAD." Tommy joked. For the first time in days, you smiled.

"It's good to see you again Tommy."

"You too (Y/N)."

Bittersweet can hold healing.

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You didn't meet anyone on your way back home, but you didn't really feel like bursting into everyone's home and yelling about how Tommy was alive either.

What did Tommy want to talk about? Hopefully it would make him feel better. He was tense and jumpy at even the rustle of grass next him, like a scared animal.

It made sense though, Dream killed him. Pain with every punch that ripped apart his life. Then he'd brought him back.

He killed Tommy just to prove that he had the revival book. Tommy, who had been manipulated, beaten, killed, by Dream.

You hoped that Sam would open the door for visits to the prison again.

You would be the reason that Sam wouldn't let any visitors into the prison ever again.

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