A Villain || Dream smp

Chapter 11 || A 'Villain' and Hero

(Dream's pov)

We had arrived at the house, I purposely didn't even look at him, I was too guilty of what happened,

I know Wilbur told me to not blame myself but how can I not? It was all mu fault anyway, I knew what I was doing and what the consequences were, so how is it not my fault?

"Dream? You going to stand there or come inside?" XD asked, "I-I maybe I shouldn't go in there, I mean, I hurt Drista.. Lucid saw me! He'd probably kill me if he saw me again, I co- should go to the mountains, I wouldn't hurt anyone there!" I rambled,

"Dream," XD interrupted before I could go on, "Is you run off to the mountains again, I will personally hunt you down and drag you back here, now come inside," XD scolded,

I guiltily nodded my wings were hanging low, I hesitantly walked inside the house, I tried making as little noise as possible,

"Dream," XD said sternly, "It will be fine,"

"WAIT- Dream's home!?" I heard Nightmare yell, "He's finally here!?" Lucid also yelled, as soon as I heard their voices I booked it to my bedroom, ignoring the calls of XD, Nightmare, and Lucid to come back,

Just as I was about to enter my room, I was yanked back and off the ground by the hood of the hoodie Wilbur gave me,

I was yelped and turned my head to see a mad yet pitying looking XD, I couldn't see his face but I could still tell, behind him Lucid and Nightmare stood, Nightmare looked mad while Lucid looked shocked,

I quickly looked back down, to hide my panicked and scared expression, I tried to pull the hood over my head but I couldn't because XD was holding it, I decided to just cover my face with my arms,

"Dream?" Lucid asked, I didn't move, well, I start shaking, XD sighs and drops me, I take that chance and bolt into my room and lock the door,

"Dream?" I hear Nightmare ask, he knocks on the door, I don't answer, "Dream? Please come out and talk to us," I hear Lucid say,I quickly grab my mask and put it on just incase they get in,

I sit by at my desk and grab a piece of paper and black ink and a quill, I think for a minute, where did it all go wrong? Why did I make that deal? How long ago did it happen, I can't remember, I sigh, I open the window, fresh air could be nice,

I decide to try to write about not blaming myself, I heard awhile ago that it helps if you write it down,

I start to write, ignoring the calls of XD, Lucid, and Nightmare,

I mean, I have every reason to, right? I chose to go down this path, I deserve to pay for it,

Yet everyone says I shouldn't blame myself, they always say, "Everyone's done bad things, it's not your fault," it gets annoying sometimes, but if you hear something for long enough it'll always get annoying,

Wilbur told me every villain is a victim of their own story, yet I've barely lived my own life or 'story',

I blame myself because I know it is and always will be my fault, why can't everyone just realize and accept that?

It's my fault that everyone got hurt, it's my fault I tore people apart from their families, friends, and other loved ones,

If they really want a villain that bad, I accept the roll, I've played it long enough to know how to play it right, I've read enough books to know how this story will end, I've done enough to just give them what they want,