𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓢𝓜𝓟 𝓞𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼

Burning Bodies

TW: BLOOD, GORE, SELF-HARM/SUICIDE, FIRE AND MANIPULATION. ALSO HINTS OF DEHUMANISATION.

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"Y/n, why are you doing this?!" Wilbur screamed out at you. You just clutched your face with your bloodied hand, clawing at your own face.

You were surrounded by the corpses of innocents. Children and adults, it didn't matter to you. You laughed like you were insane, slowly breaking into sobs. The sobs were broken and the laughter still persisted in your voice.

Your knees crumpled and you slowly fell to the ground. The tears mixed with the blood as you clawed at your ears, wishing from the screaming to stop.

Smoke filled the air along with the screams of people burning to ashes. All of your friends looked on in anguish, scared to help you after your display of violence.

Tubbo and Tommy looked on in fear, the shine of tears on both their faces whilst Phil just stared at you with an unreadable expression, like a mix of disappointment and sadness.

Ranboo was standing still next to you, eyes purple, jaw unhinged and letting out inhuman screeches every few seconds.

Sapnap and George were the only two in the crowd who knew why you were doing this. They knew you didn't want to kill.

Your head pounded, the noise overwhelming all your senses. Eret just grimaced as they saw your desperate face. You just wanted silence.

The crunch of gravel broke the silence and the sound of clapping grew louder as the screams died down.

"Well done, Y/n..." Dream's voice was loud as the crowd parted, the majority of the people in it fleeing away from the man. He was still wearing his ripped up orange prison jumpsuit.

His mask was gone and his face and arms were scared heavily from the torture he went through.

He walked up the hill you were on and towards you, finally standing between you and Ranboo, a gleam in his eye. The people in the crowd quickly realised what had happened all those times you'd visited him in the prison.

He had tricked you into thinking were his friend, just like he'd done to Tommy. He'd then turned you into his personal weapon of mass destruction, that he could order on a whim.

He smirked and pulled a small danger from his belt and held it out to you. You stopped clawing at your ears and looked up at him, tears in your eyes. He just nodded.

You ripped the dagger out of his hand, holding it by the blade. Quickly turning it around, you stabbed it into your leg, twisting it sharply. The pain felt num, like a simple pinprick.

You pulled the knife out again and stabbed it back in, gouging out another circle of your own flesh. You then pulled it out and cut out a wonky smile right into your thigh. Yanking it out one last time, you looked up at Dream one last time.

As he nodded you plunged the bloody knife into your stomach. Falling to the side with a thud, ash billowing around your body. Your blood-stained shirt became freshly red around the knife. A ghost of a smile crept onto your lips as the screams of your friends and family echoed around you.

Dream walked behind you, and with his hands in his pockets, kicked you down the hill and into one of the still-burning fires, the flames engulfing and eating your body.

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