Once Upon A Dream

Chapter 2

George was the king. No wonder his name had sounded so familiar. Dream sighed, a job was still a job.

"Come sit down and eat breakfast", he pulled out a chair from the table for Dream.

Dream sat down, his stomach tied into knots. He couldn't bear to eat anything. Just the thought of killing George made him feel nauseous. The job itself wasn't all that difficult. All he had to do was get close to the king and stab him in the back when the time was right. He couldn't catch feelings for him, it would ruin everything he had risked life and limb for.

"I am not feeling too well. I might go and get some rest if that is alright with you?"

George looked at him with disappointment.

"Yes, that would be alright. I wouldn't want my librarian dying on me", he said with a chuckle.

Dream got up from the table and pushed his chair in. As he was walking away, George called out to him.

"Would you like to go on a walk later today? If you are feeling better, of course."

"That would be lovely."

He turned around and walked down the corridor back to his room. The white mask lay on the bed, staring at him. Dream took a deep breath, trying to calm the rising panic in his throat. The mask had been a place for him to hide for so long, now it felt like a cage. He picked it up before tossing it in the closet. Tears fell from his face as he began to panic.

"Please make the voices stop", he begged the empty bedroom.

Kill.

Take his life.

Let him trust you.

Let him love you.

Hurt him.

Break him down.

He slapped his face as hard as he could.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP."

Dream collapsed against the bed, crying. He had dealt with the voices for so long. There was no one who could help him. This was his battle to fight, his ship to command. He knew if he lost this fight, he would lose himself. Sapnap hadn't saved Dream's life once. He had saved him twice. It was a stormy day in July and Dream had just finished his second job. That assignment was one of the only ones he had almost failed to complete. The target who he was hired to kill was an old "friend" of his. Fundy. Fundy and he had grown up together. They had been side by side for years. After a while, Dream started to fall in love. He was scared but Fundy loved him just the same. Dream had proposed to him on a beautiful starlit night. He of course said yes, but before they could achieve their happily ever after, an anonymous client had a special job for Dream. He hadn't received a choice, either he would kill Fundy with mercy or someone else would torture him to death. He had gone home that night, his eyes red and puffy from crying.

"My dear, I received my second assignment."

Fundy knew what Dream's job was. He didn't judge him for it.

"And? Who is it?"

Dream walked over to the couch and sat down beside his fiancé. He pulled him forward before kissing him softly.

"Dream", Fundy whispered, pulling away.

His hand was covering his chest, red blossoming across his shirt. The knife lay discarded on the floor, blood still dripping off of it. Dream picked up Fundy and carried him outside. He laid him down on the soft grass, the stars twinkling brightly.