The Bet (Dreamnoblade)

Thursday

Thursday, like the rest of the week, was terrible. Though Dream can confidently say this was probably the worst day for him. His heart was in pieces and his mental health was in shambles. He dreamt about luscious pink hair and ruby eyes. When he woke up he was reminded that he would forever be alone and that those stunning eyes would never look at him the way he looked at them. (if he spent twenty minutes crying into his pillow that's for him to know and no one else to ever find out).

After arriving at school Dream trudged to the first class of the day with his head hung low and his spirits lower.

By lunchtime, his friends were getting concerned.

"Dream?" George tentatively asked.

Dream just gave a pitiful noise in return.

"Are you ok?"

"Never better. Why do you ask?" Dream asked while hitting his head repeatedly on the lunch table.

"Because you're acting a little...concerning." George and Sapnap looked at each other worriedly when all Dream did was give a wet laugh and start hitting his head harder.

"Did something happen?" Sapnap asked worry and concern, lacing his words.

"Did something happen." Dream parroted with a bitter laugh. "Yeah something happened." Dream lifted his head to look at his friends."I learned that love is an illusion and nothing has meaning." Dream dropped his head back down on the table and didn't move.

George and Sapnap shared another even more worried look.

"Did...did something happen with Technoblade?" George dared to ask first.

Dream tensed when George said his name.

"Do you want to tell us what happened?" George asked gently.

"What I want is to wallow in self-pity and never see the light of day again." Dream deadpanned looking up. When he did his friends saw his eyes shining with unshed tears.

They both shared another look, this time more desperate and unsure.

Dream just sighed and dropped back down on the table.

"Is everything alright over here?" Of fucking course Wilbur has to come over when I'm dealing with heartbreak. Dream thought bitterly.

"Why does Dream look so...worse for wear." Oh and Tommy's here too! This is great, just splendid! What was everyone invited to my pity party?!

"Uh we're...not really sure." G eorge, you are Dream's savior. He can not do social interaction right now. Please tell them to cease and desist.

"Dream?" Oh great now Wilbur is crouching next to Dream. This is a lovely day. George, please hurry with the cease and desist.

"Hmm?" Even wallowing in self-pity, Dream is not a dick, so he will not just ignore someone. Doesn't mean he's happy about it though!

"Can you tell me what happened?" Damn Wilbur and his sweet gentle voice! How dare he use his angelic accent against his own friend?! But Dream was stronger than a little sweet talk.

"no..." Ok maybe when he said the word it sounded more like a whimper than a word but he was going through a lot of things!

"Can you at least look at me?" Wilbur asked in a kind, low voice.

Dream turned his head slightly from where it was laying on the table and was greeted by Wilbur giving him a warm smile.

"Thank you. Now how are you feeling?"

"Like shit." Dream mumbled. Wilbur burst out laughing.

"I can tell."

"Sorry for bugging you. I'm fine. Just had an off day." Was Dream lying through his teeth? Yes. Was he going to tell the brother of the man he had a crush on that he was heartbroken over said man? Absolutely not.

"Dream," Wilbur's voice turned serious suddenly. "I've seen your 'off days' and this is not one of them."

Damn Wilbur and his observation skills!

"What's goin' on?" Oh. Oh no. Please tell Dream that is not who he thinks it is. Perhaps he misheard and the deep rumbling voice belonged to somebody else! Yeah, that is exactly what happened!

"Oh nothing, Techno, Dream's just going through something." Wilbur, why?! Why must you crush a man's hope?! Do you enjoy Dream's suffering?

"Is he ok?" And nope he can't do this today. Not today bestie. He cannot deal with the person who broke his heart consoling him.

So Dream quickly straightened and stood up, surprising all of his friends, and practically sprinted to the exit of the cafeteria.

He somehow managed to avoid all of his friends for the rest of the day (and by that he means whenever he saw one he would run and hide). By the time he got home, he was ready to just collapse. All of the emotional stress he felt exhausted him and so when he got into his room he jumped onto his bed and promptly passed out.