Smiley-faced mask. That was one of Wilbur's descriptions for a merciless man named Dream. Though, the name Dream wasn't very scary either, quite the opposite, actually.
But, I can see why Wilbur described him the way he did. I haven't particularly gotten involved, yet, but as I've been watching them, discreetly, he's been holding a fox-boy hostage, threatening to slice his throat. A man named Dream. And by the looks of it, he actually intends to do it. I can't hear their conversation, but the situation has been very clear from the moment I got here.
They have to do what Dream says, or he'll slice the fox-boys' throat.
Three-thousand and eighty-two years ago, before humans even roamed the earth, my very good friend—and only friend—and I lived as immortal beings. We built and created and fought and invented, we did everything. But soon enough, other humans appeared and took over everything. So, my friend hid away for a calm and peaceful life while I went the opposite direction.
I fought, shed the blood of enemies, and lived to learn the new ways of the world.
Until, I was frozen, by who I thought was a friend—not my first friend—to ice and locked away underground to never be seen again. I'd been trapped in ice, only able to see void, for the last three-thousand years, and now I am back. Free from that never-ending void. I'm not sure how, perhaps I died and got reincarnated into this body, but I doubt that since I was immortal. Whatever the answer, I'm free and to me, that is all that matters.
I've seen this scenario millions upon millions of times. If Wilbur and his—uh—L'manburgians want Dream to free fox-boy, their going to have to follow whatever Dream wants them to do. But it seems they won't give in. At this rate, Dream really is going to kill that boy.
I mean, I could help, but I'm not sure. I've got no weapon and barging in there guns blazing isn't logical at all, I would probably get myself killed, if they even managed to land a single blow on me at all, anyways. Besides, Wilbur didn't exactly make such a good first impression with me. If anything, he did the complete opposite and so I don't really like him.
But...
That fox-boy is still unknown to me, I don't know anything at all. I don't know basically any of these people, I've only talked to Wilbur and heard Niki and Tommy's voices, but that's about it. I can take that information two ways, I can either make that a reason to help them, or leave them.
Why does things have to be so complicated? I remember the good old days when me and Slime would just manage the house and farm and spar for fun. I wonder how he's doing.
Suddenly, a blade appeared at my neck and made me pause from my thoughts. I glanced up at the person holding their sword at me, carefully. It was a man with a light blue hoodie and blonde hair. He was wearing a chest-plate and his sword was made from a dark purple ore.
"Dream! I found someone else!" the hooded man shouted out to Dream, catching their attention. "Get up."
I slowly stood from my kneeling position and we approached the others. Dream turned and looked my direction, but I wasn't sure if he was looking at me or at the hooded man behind me because of the mask covering his entire face.
"Who is this? I've never seen her before," a guy with white goggles asked, confusedly, and took a step toward me, eyeing me up and down to try and identify me.
"She must be with them," another guy with a white bandana wrapped around his head said, saying the last word with disgust.
Shit, no one was supposed to see me this early on. Are they planning on holding me hostage, too?
"Who are you?" Dream asked, finally speaking and revealing a cold, harsh voice. I looked at him and the other two guys and then glanced at the L'manburgians to my right, hesitant.
"I don't know," I answered and the blade the hooded guy was holding up at my throat inched closer. I glanced down at it and frowned. I looked back at Dream. "I have amnesia, I don't remember anything. Including my name."
"Are you with L'manchildburg?" he continued on with his interrogation. I turned carefully to the L'manburgians and stared into Wilbur's eyes. They were filled with concern and panic, and suddenly my image of Wilbur shattered like glass.
"And if I am?" I asked.
"Why haven't I seen you before?"
"I might be a new member."
"Are you?"
"What do you think?"
"Answer my question! Are you or are you not with L'manburg?" he asked, almost shouting.
I could hear the frustration in his voice.
"If I answer honestly, will you let the fox-boy go?" I asked.
He gave me what I think was a long stare and answered, "Sure, but I'll have your throat sliced in his place."
"Fine by me. I'm not with L'manburg," I finally answered his question and signaled for him to let the fox-boy go. As he did, the boy quickly ran to his comrades and Dream turned to me. I glanced at Wilbur who had a thankful look in his eyes and then brought my full attention to the masked man.
"So, are you going to kill me, or not?" I asked, practically taunting him.
"Why would you give up your life for a stranger?" he asked me.
I smiled and let out a small laugh.
"What's so funny?" he asked, now confused but at the same time irritated.
"You think you can kill me," I said.
The masked man put a hand on my shoulder and leaned in, then whispered quietly into my ear. My eyes widened. He backed away and nodded to the hooded man. And the blade sliced my throat, letting the blood flow down. I collapsed as my vision blurred, and my conscience left me.
Guess this is the end. Well, it was nice while it lasted.
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Two updates in one day. POG
