The Warden [Awesamdude x Reader]

{Chapter:33}

Y/n pov

I woke up on a soft cotton bed.

My memory felt hazy, I couldn't remember anything from the past few days, there were even events of things from a week to a few months ago that I couldn't think of.

I clutched my head, it gave me a headache just thinking about it.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, the room was dark minus the sliver of light that cut between the curtains.

The wooden planks below me creaked with each step, I tip-toed as quietly as possible seeing as this is not my house and the owner could still be home.

I walked downstairs to hear someone whistling a familiar tune.

Someone very dear to me had sung it saying something about how it's the song of a dead nation he had built with his friend.

It pained me not to be able to remember who this person was as the lyrics played through my head.

I heard there was a special place

The liberty, and tyranny of their rulers

Well this place is real you needn't fret

With Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, fuck Eret

A very big and not blown up L-

Then the lyrics stopped. I couldn't remember the last part.

I peeked past a wall to see a man cooking something in a furnace, it smelled delicious if I do say so myself.

I crept around him when I noticed the door seeing this as my chance to escape.

My hand was about to take hold of the doorknob when the man spoke out, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

I turned around facing the man who stood tall in front of me.

He wore a cracked mask on the side of his head, a green sweatshirt, and black jeans.

I pushed my back against the door, "w-who are you? Wh-what do y-you want with me?"

He stared down at me with a sincere smile, "y/n... do you not remember me? It's me, Dream... your best friend," he said, his voice was deep but sweet.

I took notice of the scars on his face and hands, what had he done to get those? I thought.

"Dream..." I whispered under my breath. The name sounded so familiar, yet it frightened me down to my core.

He had done something...something horrible to me, and I couldn't remember.

I reached my hand down for the doorknob but Dream stopped me grabbing my hand and pulling it to his chest, "y/n, you remember what happened right? With the creeper man?"

A creeper man... the thought of those words reminded me of a man I had known that I grew dearly attached to.

I want to remember what his name is, but I can't.

He was always kind to me, protecting me, and being there for me when I needed him most.

I felt my cheeks grow warm forgetting where I was at the moment, "n-no... you're not a good person! Why can't I remember what you did! Where's S-"