Chapter 2

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Dream came to wake me up at 7, I excitedly got up out of bed and shooed Dream out of my room so I could get dressed. I wore a plain black tracksuit and my ankle-high brown boots. I was slightly worried to go out with Dream, and I didn't know why. I stepped into the kitchen.
"Oh! Morning y/n" He said cheerfully. "Morning Dream" I replied, smiling. We ate our breakfast and spoke about how excited I was becoming to leave the house for the first time in 7 years. I was forced to stay inside when I turned 9 years old. Now i'm sixteen. Dream put his mask on and asked me if I wanted one too, since no one except Sap and George knew what I looked like. I excitedly agreed and he went upstairs, supposedly to get me one. He came down a few minutes later with a mask identical to his, but slightly smaller and it had a f/c strap instead of a black one (if your favourite colour is black pretend their identical) I hurriedly put it on, way too happy for my own good and we left the house, masks on.

I felt the cool breeze against my skin and immediately felt the happiness I'd been missing for the past seven years of my life.
"Hurry up! Let's go!" I said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him down a wooden path. He unexpectedly grabbed my arm, but gently. "Y/N, would you like a uhm...official DreamSMP tour? That's as far as I'm letting you go" My face lit up, "YES!" He nodded happily and we walked down the path together, Out of the corner of my eye I saw a group of taller boys walking into a black and yellow wall. "Who are they? Can I go say hi? They look my age, Dream." I asked, genuinely wanting some more friends. He looked at me. "No, we don't associate with them. Leave them alone." "But why?" "Just fucking listen for once! I said no!" I stood there, still. I wasn't expecting him to yell at me, I was only asking a question.
"Sorry, y/n, you were only asking, I shouldn't of reacted like that, but don't talk to them, we're at war with them as you know, they're evil." I nodded, signalling I understood.

We finished off the tour and I happily went to my room and removed my mask, sitting on my bed and reading for a while. But my thoughts kept repeating on those same boys..
Who were they?
why does Dream hate them?
What did they do?
They look my age, teenagers can't start wars?

or could they...

And with that I fell asleep. Alone with my thoughts, wondering how bad they could be, and wanting to find out for myself . . .

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