His Princess || Dreamwastaken

Chapter 33

Y/N's POV 

Nothing. I saw nothing but pitch black walls. I can't even see myself, nor my hands. It felt like I was a angel floating up into heaven, the cool air caressing me slowly gave me shivers throughout my senses. The eery silent caught up to me as I heard nothing but my breathes. The cold air surrounded me as I feel nothing but an icy cube.

"Oh Y/N...you're nothing but a piece of useless shit. Everyone hates you." My senses spiked up, another feeling i never felt before. A voice chimed in. It was similar, similar to Schaltt. 

My senses started to act up, not my body parts but my inner feeling where something goes loud suddenly. I hate the feeling that it has control over my body even though I couldn't feel any of it.

Another voice chimed in which made my anxiety increase. "You never did a thing for your kingdom. My mother is  dead because of you." Another voice came in but this time, a softer and welsh voice. Colette? What did she mean? I would never kill someone, at least not yet.

"You only came back because of Tubbo...you never cared for any of us." Tommy? I always recognise his voice but the way he told me this, gave me a sting. 

"Do you really think I would care to even help you? All I wanted is L'manburg back. Never you. You're a brat." A laugh continued on with the talk. The voice that Tommy used to look up to. Wilbur. I knew him to well that his voice seems to haunt me.

"You broke my promise, you broke us, you broke me, you broke trust. I'll never forgive you for it."  Tubs... I never wanted to intentionally hurt you, I promise. Hold on, why can't I hear myself? 

A ghost Tubbo appeared right in front of me, in fact, it was my only sight. His eyes were transparent with black holes. He still had his bee shirt and plushie right next to him. The background were no longer black but grey and white swirls with a coffee pattern. Tubbo walked to me as he held his plushie by his side, the one that I gave him. 

"You're no longer my sister."  What?

I fell back to a void and into a white platform, that's when everything was back to me. 

Reality.

A warmth air covered me like a blanket, it was no longer the cold I felt. I can feel myself again, it felt like it was forever since I touched myself. Odd.

 I looked around my surroundings as I found myself sitting on a bed. I clenched my fingers onto the sheet hoping I'm not somewhere dangerous, for example, Schaltt's. It was the night already. Wow I passed out for a long time.

I started to re-call the events that happened to me. I was at...Dream's, then something happened. Something firery. Right...a explosion happened. I was with Dream trying to escape the fire and explosion. 

I've must've slept through the whole thing. For an unknown reason, something in me felt like it was broken. Not my bones, not my legs or anything, the deep feeling.

I looked down at myself, my hands, my waist, my legs were covered up in bandages. I  touched the bandages and only felt the softness and tightness of the fabric. I was wearing a oversized hoodie, it wasn't any orginal hoodie, it had a smiley face on it. Great. I'm still stuck with them. 

I snapped my heads up to know what was keeping me warm. A campfire and three men, three incredibly idiotic men. 

Sapnap had an arm on his left thigh, staring at me while holding a chicken with a stick on it, must be cooking. He was at the right corner with his usual bandana George was crossed-arm looking at me tensely, it made me uncomfortable and weirdened out. He was at the left corner while Dream was at the middle. Dream was leaning against the wall while crossing his arms with his smiley face mask, it seemed like he was closing his eyes, his head isn't up. Dream was wearing a black tight shirt showing his chest and grey cargo pants. 

I must admit, he looks ho-

"Morning Y/N..." Sapnap said with a small smile to me. Bitch it ain't morning, you got to cear those dirty little eyes of yours if not get glasses. At least Sapnap stopped staring, now Dream and George were staring at me. God just kill me already.

"Done staring at the most sexiest woman on earth yet?" The sentence made both of the men look away immediately. Ha, caught in 4k much. 

"We weren't staring." Dream said clearing his throat. George got up and walked towards a chest to get out of the awkward scenerio.

"Ya, ya sure." I said annoyingly at the man. Sapnap gave me a chicken a few minutes after. I ate it all up hungrily while the three men occupied themselves with random things. The silent was very loud between us until Dream spoke up again.

"So Y/N, did you happen to cross by a book, maybe a journal book?" Dream asked with an emotionless tone. "Journal? What journel?" I asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"My journel" 

wHaT nOW? The all mighty Dream has a journel? I laughed at him while he started at me with daggers in his eyes. 

Apparently, the dagger came true. A sharp pain went through my back as I fell back to sleep.  Why do I keep passing out?

Darkness consumed me as the last thing I saw was many dark figures going onto each other.

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I feel bad for Y/N, I mean, who would keep writing this? I'm sry for the short chapter just wanted to get smtg out for you.

Make sure to drink or eat smtg and take care of yourselves!

Word count : 986

- naomi_7979