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Max had an idea. They didn't know if it was dangerous or not. They were dazing off thinking about it a lot. They couldn't hear anything out side of their dazed reality. They heard muffled voices only.

They brought back to reality by hands on their shoulders. It made them jump, but they could hear voices that weren't muffled. The voices sounded normal again. Max was relieved. Whenever they dance off all they hear is things that are muffled. They can never understand anyone even when someone is trying to bring them back to reality.

They look down to see Ranboo kneeling in the floor looking concerned. Once he saw you were brought to back to reality, he hugged Max.

"What were you thinking about Max?" Tubbo asked

"An idea.." they replied sighing "it's probably really stupid and dangerous though.."

"What is it?" Ranboo asked curiously

"Finding Dream.."

"WHAT?!"

"WHAT?!"

Max jumped at the sudden change of volume in their voices.

"Oh sorry.." Tubbo said "I forgot.." he sighed "anyways.. why don't you wanna fine Dream? It's stupid and dangerous. You can risk your life. I don't wanna loose my brother's child.. if he gets revived, he'll murder me, and he'll be hurt.."

Max sighed "I'm aware my father will be hurt, but he blew up our home! And besides I want to find Dream to see why that bastard made my father blow up L'manburg in the first place. I know Dream hated us, but really?! Get the person who loved L'manurg most to blow it up! It made me have fucking trust issues. If my father EVER gets revived, and I'm doing well,healthy,happy,and ALIVE, I will NOT be stepping one FOOT near him! He blew up my only home! Why should I trust him again. He's my main reason for having trust issues. Why should I believe or trust him?! It's stupid how much you think I will fall for his tricks again!" Max said, loosing their breath

"But he's my brother?" Tubbo said

"And he's my father. It's not much of an excuse" max sighed.

Max decided to walk to the guest room which was now their room. They laid down on their bed. They had already gotten into an argument and just moved in a couple of hours ago. They had a feeling this wasn't gonna last long. They sigh trying to fall asleep. They couldn't. But once they knew everyone was asleep they decided to leave and get materials to build themselves a house. They'd work on it every night so that way Tubbo or Ranboo wouldn't expect anything.

As Max finished chopping down the 5th tree for the night, they heard a rustling in a nearby bush. They pull out their sword not wanting to let their guard down.

As the person walked out of the bush, Max immediately recognized the person.

Tall. Lanky. Black leggings. Lime hoodie, Smily face mask, with some splattered blood.

It was dream

"Back away.." Max said, voice shaky

Max couldnt but shake the feeling the Dream had smirked beneath his mask.

"Well isn't it Max. Ms. Little Max. Wilbur's daughter. Speaking of Wilbur, where is he?"

Max knew that Dream knew what happened. But the thing they felt most offended by was being called Wilbur's daughter. Max identifies as non-binary, so they go by Wilbur's child.

"You sure as hell know where my father is.." max barked "and it's Wilbur's child! Not daughter!"

Dream's voice got high pitched and sarcastic, "ohh I'm suchhhh an attention seekeeer. My name is maxine soooooot" he chuckled

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 19, 2021 ⏰

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