𝙲𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚂𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 ~ Revivebur x Reader

Chapter 3

𝙏𝙬: Swearing, prisons (ig) 

 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 

 y/n pov 

 "afternoon y/n, care for a ride?"

 dream.

 ——— 

 you shuttered, that smile. it's something that you will never shake, it awful, and i thought phil's generosity was bad. turns out i was wrong. "well?" dreams smiled peaked from under his mask you sighed, collecting yourself off the floor. the place where you once sat was dry. glancing back at the jolly man standing before you. "are we leaving or not, i don't have all day" he held out his hand "you don't have a choice." you walk forward taking his hand with a snarl, "yes" before regretting your decision and wiping the dirt off of your previously pristine hand. 

 "your musty as fuck, take a shower" his smile faltered, and started shaking his head. "sam doesnt let me bathe." "sucks to be you then"

 y/n boarded the train, the old red seats were stained and worn. some even had large gashes and holes exposing the soft plush insides. "icky, just like you" y/n cooed at the man earning a groan in response. you eventually took a seat on one of the 'cleaner' seats after scavenging. 

 gripping the rusty beaten pipe in-front of you, you settled down and took a glance around the train. part of the floor was covered in blood, dismantled, and slightly burnt along with some of the scorched seats. some windows were patched sickly with tape and old wood rusting around the open edges from all the humidity, some even removed fully from their socket. the walls were covered in dents and scratches, some parts even had lettering on them. 'die' 'help' 'take me back' 'fuck you rye' those were the most apparent of they few. you chuckled lightly as the train blew of steam and started to move. even the horn was out of tune. 

 "this train looks like shit" you muttered picking up a crumbled from the deck. an old newspaper. 'schlatt's revival services'

you snorted, too bad he's dead, short ass bitch."say, dream. why did you give quackity the revival book?" a muffled sigh came from the front, "he threatened me. my last life if i didn't give him the book""so why did sam, let quackity bring gear in the prison?" you shifted, waiting for a response, it seemed like hours before he came up with a good enough excuse. 

 "sam's basically brainwashed at this point, not to say that he never was. just by a real person this time and not a prison." dream muttered sarcastically, his voice dimming at the end of his segment.you smiled, guess i wasn't the only person that was manipulated, poor sam. 

and everyone else i guess.it was a long quite ride the rest of the way, with the light moldy breeze through the maimed windows.eventually, and thankfully. the train came to a stop at a deactivated nether portal.your H/C hair bounced as you flinched at the sudden stop, waking you up from your encumbersome sleep.

 groggy, y/n lifted themselves to the broken portal, dream close in front waiting. "are you ready?"you snickered, "just as much as you when you went to prison"he sniffed and licked his chapped lips lighting the portal. it shone in white light leaving a dazed picture of snowchester, to be more precise the mansion."i would give you to the count of three, but your starting to bore me" 

 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 603

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