Draco Malfoy was walking around the destroyed L'manberg, looking for Quackity and the others. He did not find them anywhere.
"What. The freak." He said.
Dream dodged a swing from Tommy's diamond sword by barely an inch. He tumbled onto a patch of dirt before jumping back up and parrying another swipe from the blonde lad. Tommy, not Draco.
"Parry this you fucking dog water soy boy!" Tommy screamed, trying his best to hit Dream at least once. Dream swung his diamond axe at the perfect time, both weapons only inches from his face. "I have a client!" He retorted. Tommy gasped. "I knew it! I knew GeoSquared was right! Cheater! Cheater cheater cheater!!!" Tommy was yelling as loud as he could. Dream grunted before jumping back from Tommy. The 12 year old fell to the ground in front of him. Dream stood up, holding his axe with both hands. "I'm sorry Tommy." His voice sounded tired. He was tired. Tired of playing this stupid block game with the same stupid British people and the same stupid politics. He just wanted it to end. Tommy's blue orbs peered up at him, glazed with fear. "Goodbye, Tommy." Dream swung his axe.
Y/N woke up to the sound of knocking on their door.
I don't remember falling asleep...?
You looked around your room. Nothing seemed amiss. It's just you.
Wait. It's just you? Where's Sonic??
Knock knock knock
You stumbled out of bed, nearly tripping on the bedsheets that had wrapped themselves around your feet. You swung open the door.
"Hola! Yo soy Quackity! Has visto a mis hijos? Parece que los he perdido." A non white man was standing outside. He looked somewhat Canadian. You weren't sure what language he was speaking, but luckily you were fluent in at least 5.
"Was um Himmels Willen sagst du?" You asked.
The guy looked at you funny. "Huh?" He stared at you for a second, until a wave 🌊 of what looked like realization washed over his face. "Y\N!! It's you! It's really you!" He pulled you into a big before you could even breathe. His beanie nearly fell off. He pushed back from the hug to look at you. "Wow you look like you've gained a few pounds." He chuckled. What the fuck?
"I literally haven't eaten in at least 3 days!" You said. His face dropped. Then, he perked back up. "That's not true! Your hunger bar would make you starve so you should be dead by now!" He smiled, pulling his beanie back into position. He had a dopey face. It seemed kinda familiar, like you've seen it in a dream.
Dream?
"Do you know Dream?" You asked. The Russian man seemed a bit put off by this question, but after a minute he answered. "Yeah... I saw him a few days ago. Said he was gonna look for you. He hasn't come back so I decided to look myself." He shrugged. You thought for a moment.
"Who are you?" You finally asked. "I literally told you my name!" The boy responded with a chuckle.
You didn't find this funny.
