𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℝ𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕥 (On Hiatus?)

The Deal

TW: Trigger Warning for a small amount of blood near the end.

Wilbur's POV

It was raining heavily outside, I had walked to the prison alone in silence.

Truth be told I had no idea why I was going there, every part of me screamed not to and to turn back but something..some part of me..told me to keep going and that part was stronger than the rest.

Sam had been extremely surprised and suspicious to see me there. He almost didn't allow me to see Dream but somehow I convinced him to say yes.

On the way here I had felt so confident and convinced this was what I wanted and was going to do, but now as I stand on the bridge over to Dream's cell I can feel the anxiety and doubt setting in.

Dream doesn't even look in my direction when I arrive. He sets in a corner looking small and defeated while aimlessly scribbling in a book, his broken mask setting discarded beside him.

I look back and can see Sam watching me like a hawk, I take a deep breathe in and prepare to speak.

"Hi Wilbur" Dream said before I had the chance. He still didn't look up at me and his voice sounded dead and hopeless, it wasn't right and gave me an uneasy feeling.

"Um..hi Dream.." I stammer out feeling extremely awkward and regretting my decision. I see his eyes flick up to look at me, they are dull and almost colorless.

"Why are you here Wilbur?" He asks without interest, then goes back to writing. I'm quite for a minute unsure of that myself.

"I..I just wanted to thank you." I decide to say "If it weren't for you I wouldn't be here, so.." I trail off. I hate this feeling of being in debt to him and I know that if he were in a better position he would be taking advantage of that.

He shrugs "well, your welcome I guess" he said nonchalantly.

Awkward silence comes again and I feel myself playing with my nails awkwardly. I look back at Sam who's arms are crossed and stare is still as intense as before.

"..can he...hear us?" I whisper.

"No!" Dream says suddenly face to face with me with a look of excitement and extreme desperation in his eyes and a small slightly crazed smile forming on his face.

I jump slightly and step back. Dream looks me up and down then his face falls. He lets out a sigh and takes a few steps back he shakes his head then continues "yeah, he can't hear us, he at least offers that small bit of privacy".

He flops back down and goes back to writing but his eyes don't leave me, I can tell he's trying to look normal after his little...outburst.

"Oh,..good" I say quietly my thoughts were racing, I was thinking dumb things, very dumb crazy things.

He nods, eyes narrowing, he was interested now, "why?"

I stare at him silently and he stared back a mutual feeling passed between us that told this wasn't just a friendly visit.

"I just...wanted to talk"

Dream shrugged "then talk, were friends here"

'Friends?' I snorted slightly "were anything but that Dream" I stated regaining my usual cold composure.

He looked slightly hurt "what do you mean, after everything we did together? I thought we were best friends."

I glared at him "you used me, you were never even my ally! Those 'things' we did together got me killed and got me into this mess!" I snapped feeling anger.