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and the universe said you are not alone (1)

Summary

"It's actually about that, um," They pause, taking another deep and grounding breath, lowing their gaze downwards. The man watches silently, like a ticking timebomb. "I'm non-binary," Dream stutters out after a few moments.

The bomb explodes.

Or; Dream is nonbinary, and their life turns to hell.

tw // assault, homophobia (deadnaming and misgendering)

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The blonde stands in the driveway, and the house has never looked more menacing. For a place of joy and family, it scares them. Maybe it's just the silence that accompanies the dead of night, or maybe it's the fear of the same judgement that got them into this situation. The driveway seems endless, yet they force themselves to begin walking. The blonde's hands shake, and they shove them in the dirty pockets of their hoodie. The cold air is nothing to them, as the stress is making them overheat, beads of sweat forming in their palms.

Every step towards the intimidating door causes a new wave of anxiety to course through them, eliciting tiny spasms in their muscles. The movements cause agony in their back, limp wings that are in agony, from where they're uselessly dragging behind, recently damaged leather scraping harshly against the concrete. They don't have the energy to fold them anymore, not having slept properly since the week before, nor eaten since yesterday. And whatever energy they did have vanished after tonight's events. They feel mentally and physically drained.

The blonde is cold, and hurt, and lost and doesn't have another option, so as they finally reach the door, they stop and take a deep breath, closing their eyes and trying to relax. They allow a moment of peace before they open themselves up to heartbreak once again. Their eyes remain closed, pushing the worst-case scenarios out of their mind and allowing them to be calm for just a moment. One singular moment, when nothing else matters aside from the movements of mother nature. An owl hoots, completing its hunt before the morning officially begins, the breeze sings its song, and the tree wave to them, unaffected that they don't wave back. They open their eyes, determinedly narrowing in on the wood in front of them.

Dream raises his hand and knocks quietly.

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"Son, what's wrong?" Dream flinches, praying that their dad didn't pick up on it. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice, merely looking at his phone instead of his child. They're both in the living room, the two being the only ones home. Schlatt sits on the couch, and he finally clicks his phone off and turns to stare intently at Dream. The blonde almost wishes for him to pick it back up, instead of glaring daggers into Dreams being. Their father's posture is sure and strong, and screams 'hurry the hell up.' They're thankful that their brother isn't home, and that he's safe with Tommy's family for now; especially since they have a hunch at how this day will go.

"Boy, you'd better start talking, I don't have all day," Schlatt booms, and their shoulders tense, "What did you want to tell me?"

Dream looks up, daring to look into their father's eyes. The blonde see's nothing but malice and hatred in them, but they need to do this. They're sick of being misgendered and wrongly labelled, so they'd take this risk, even though they know it won't end well. Their father has made it innately clear that he doesn't believe in this stuff, but some naive and childish part of Dream hopes to be able to educate the man.

"It's actually about that, um," They pause, taking another deep and grounding breath, lowing their gaze downwards. Surprisingly, Schlatt remains quiet, like a ticking time bomb, counting down the seconds before detonation. "I'm... I'm not your son, I'm non-binary," Dream stutters out after a few moments.