Dancing Through Time (KARL X READER!)

Chapter 27 ✨

Visits to Dream came from a week's pause, to every two days, to everyday.

Almost every time you did, Dream was tortured and Sam handed you band-aids to fix him up. You were being used like a tool, and you were aware of it. Only if it was long enough to keep Dream alive and for him to tell you the knowledge of the revival book would you continue daily visits.

You went from having suspicions on Quackity, to knowing that it was him. You detested him for it, and even as you knew he had a crush on you, you had to turn away his feelings.

No chances were given.

Notch, you were turning mean.

Everyday you felt yourself turn close to having Dream tell you the contents of the knowledge book. You tried to make sure you didn't actually develop any relationship from the visits. (as friends yall.) Obviously you failed. Though you tried to make sure the conversations only benefited you and that you never actually made Dream's life easier, you found yourself looking forward to the visits. You dedicated all of your time to recording the information from Dream, and connecting dots.

After your talk with Tommy, the two of you only met up to heal his wings gradualy. The two of you were still friends, but after the events that had happened to Tommy, you'd both mutually agreed that you would give it time to heal by itself. Sometimes he would appear at the door of your house, and you have a short healing session to progress it. He would talk of his childhood, or random stories around the smp. You didn't mind though, it felt like having a younger brother in the house, something like family.

You rarely saw Tubbo or Ranboo lately, as they were up in Snowchester, most likely taking care of Michael.

You had abruptly stopped visiting Karl or reaching out to him. You knew it probably hurt him as much as it hurt you, but you were so busy lately that you didn't even have time to sit down to write a letter to him, or to even tell someone to tell him of your current state.

Getting the revival book from Dream was more important, and that power from getting the knowledge would be even more important.

Quackity was a different story. He tried to reach out to you, but you turned down every invitation. You made it clear that you knew what he was doing, or that you knew he was up to something bad. In a sort of way, you were glad to cut your ties with him, but you missed him. You didn't miss the current Quackity, but the old Quackity which made you laugh and made dumb inappropriate sculptures everywhere. That Quackity was long gone though. The Quackity you were left with now tortured people for personal gain. 

A completely different person then the boy who helped you slay your first wither all those months ago

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You carried in a bag of muffins into the prison, and Sam didn't even look up from his desk. He could tell from the fresh bakery smell, that it was you.

You would bring in a different pastry everyday, as a sort of peace offering to Dream before he would talk.

As you entered Dream's cell, you were surprised to see that today he was un-scathed except for a small cut on his neck. Someone had put a blade to his throat.

"I know who's hurting you, Dream." you said as you healed him.

"What?" Dream panicked. He pushed your hand away from the half healed wound, and looked at you.

"Quackity's been giving you these daily visits, hasn't he?"

Dream nodded warily. He didn't elaborate on what happened during his sessions with Quackity.