Awesamedude x Reader {Ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇｓ}

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Of course, when a 14-year-old girl came strolling into town with goddess powers no one questioned it.

Not even after she openly admitted to being Dream's sister. "How do you do that?" Tommy gasped, taking a step back. His grip on his wooden sword tightened. Drista hovered a few inches off the ground.

You slightly narrowed your eyes at her. Even though she was young she had a lot of secrets. "You killed my dog" Her possession of the freshly made netherite swords grew stronger. Tommy started muttering words. "What's over there?" He shouted, his shaky finger pointed in the direction behind Drista.

Drista squinted her eyes, turning around. Tommy took off running. Drista laughed before going after him. You take your eyes off of the blurry image of them speeding across the grass. You looked back down at the papers laid messy on your lap.

Scribbling of writing was stacked in a line. Your tired eyes laced within the blurry English. The warmth of the summer's sun tickled your skin. Your mind kept circling the thought of what happened in the prison. Familiar wheezing came zooming through the air.

You looked up. Tommy was squeezing onto a pig (riding?) And Drista was dragging the pig through the air from a lead. The pig looked like it was suffering from the unpredictable turns Drista was making.

You placed your head back down. Your fingers stretched around the cold silver pen. Sam kept assigning you different tasks around the prison, all of them away from Dream's cell. He also invited you to explore Snowchester's mountains.

"Probably another excuse to keep me away from the prison" You sighed, your incisors pinched on your bottom lip. Your signature was written on the new piece of document in front of you. The pad of your finger ran upwards on the stack of pearly paper.

A sharp stinging circled your skin. The blood instantly dyes the thin piece of parchment. "Shit shit shit" You groaned. More quiet curses left your mouth. You put the finger in your mouth. 

A bland taste of warm metallic washed over your taste buds. You quickly shuffled the stacks of paper under your arm. The clean edges pressed against your skin, however not enough to draw blood. You stood up from the wooden bench. The view of the perfectly sculpted duck floating on top of the water melted into the sunset.

The mesh of colors blending in with each other splashed across the sky. You walked on the path. The distant sounds of explosions came closer. Laughing (and wheezing) could be heard from a mile away.

A/N: A short, boring, and late chapter T-T