Road trip :] (Dsmpxthey/them reader)

8- mom?

Y/n = your name
!TW! Slight mention of death kinda

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Your body felt tingly, like the tingles you get when you foot falls asleep. You started to feel light like you are being lifted off the ground, even though you were still laying in your sleeping bag. It was a weird but nice feeling. You have never felt this feeling before, but you felt peaceful. Right when you were about to drift to sleep you felt someone violently shake you awake. Startled, you sit up to see no one there.

"Wait, what the fuck?!"
You scream after realizing you woke up in your old bedroom at you parents house. Your breathing picks up, you don't know what to do.
At that moment you remember to look at your hands to count your fingers. If your in a dream then your hand would look deformed and weird, but if this was actually happening your hand would look normal. You nervously look down at your dominate hand.

"Shit, no this can't be happening!"
You say in a loud voice, not yelling. Your hand looks normal. All your fingers are there and it doesn't look deformed in any way.
You frantically look around, panting.

Have I been dreaming this whole time? Is this just a really realistic dream? I hope so.
You were scared to even move, but you knew you had to get up to see what was actually happening. You slowly get out of bed and head towards the door.

You slowly and silently make your way down the stairs. The stairs overlook the kitchen, the living room is connected to the kitchen. You peer over the railing of the stairs into the kitchen. Your stomach drops. Your mouth hangs wide open. Your eyes open wider then humanly possible. All you can do is stare, your at a lack of words. After what seemed like an hour of just staring at the figure in the kitchen, you finally speak.

"M-mom?"
You stutter. She turns around, stopping what she was doing in the process.

"Hey sweetie, are you hungry?"
She responds with the big love filled smile you have always loved.

Can I see ghosts? Is she alive? This can't be real, it's definitely a dream. But your hands still looked the same. Am I hallucinating? You decide to take in the moment, dream or not. No words in the entire English dictionary can explain how much you have missed her.

You sprint down the stairs and collapse into her arms. It felt so good to hug her after so long. You wish this moment could last forever. All you could think is how this was the best dream you have ever had. You were hugging her as tight as you could, not wanting to let her go. Like she would disappear if you let go of her for even a second.

Minutes pasted and you were still standing in the middle of the kitchen holding your mom tight. In the comfortable silence you were both in you started to hear a faint voice.

"Y/n come on, wake up."
It was a soft voice. Not just because it was faint but because it sounded like the person whose voice it belonged to was trying to be quiet. Almost like they were..... waking someone up.

Shit, I was right. This is a dream. How does it feel so real though? You think to yourself. You decide to take this short moment you still had with your mom to say your last and official good bye.

"Mom, I love you so, so much!"
You mutter into her shoulder.

She lifts up your chin so that you are now making eye contact.
"I love you too sweetheart."
She says in her calm, soft voice she would always use. She plants a soft kiss on your forehead, and loosens her grip from around your body.

"I just wanted to let you know whatever happens I will always love you, ok?"
You say grabbing her hands and holding them close to your heart. She looks at you with a confused but loving look.

"I don't know what you mean, but I love you too sweetie!"
She says with another warm smile. The voice started getting louder and more urgent.

"Y/n wake up we are going to be late!"
It sounded like a different voice from last time.

"Shh, wake them up more nicely! They aren't doing well for muffins sake!"
You could here two different voices, arguing. Now you had an idea of who they were.

"I can handle this."
"Y/N WAKE UUUUUP!"
You started feeling yourself come back to reality.

You open your eyes to see Tommy on top of you, shaking your shoulders frantically.

"See, you scared them."
You hear Bad say sternly to Tommy.
"I could have done better."
Quackity says rolling his eyes with his arms crossed.

"Anyways get your stuff together, everyone is almost ready to go."
Bad informs in his usual soft and calming voice. You didn't even have time to process that dream or whatever it was. It was definitely to real to be a dream. Maybe I was lucid dreaming? No that can't be it, I don't even know how. You pushed all of those thoughts aside and started packing your stuff into your bags. Yet you couldn't stop thinking about it. All those weird dreams, and they're happening now. Why now? It's been years since your mom, you know.

At least that one was a nice dream. The one about your dad really had you thinking. Did it mean something?

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This chapter was kinda short, I am suffering from writers block and need to think. I still hope you enjoyed! <3