Your pov:
It's been 3 days already.. You are currently sitting in a house made out of dirt, close to you sits the loud blond kid. You assumed that Tommy was his name, since dream and ghostbur call him that.
Where even is ghostbur? Ghostbur has been coming and leaving lately, You don't even know what he's doing probably getting some more of that blue stuff.
How about Tommy?
He doesn't look good, bruises covering him, but at the moment he's sleeping. Which is good because he hasn't got a lot of if lately and it was easy to notice.
You realized this wasn't just fun. Dream wasn't nice. Or was he?
You don't even know.
I mean.. He did force Tommy to throw all his stuff away and then blew it up.
He's manipulating Tommy.
Or is he?
Maybe Tommy did something actually bad.. But.. He's just a child? Why would you ever do something like this to.. A child.
Now the question was.. Why didn't you just leave?
You felt bad
You don't wanna leave Tommy here alone.
He still has ghostbur.. Just leave him.
No.
'Tommy is just a child I can't leave him here...'
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"PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!!"
A little boy cried.
His kimono was soaked in tears and blood. Not his blood.
There was something in the air..
Maybe sadness.. Or the smell of all these dead corpses.
Infront of the little boy layed his parents. Dead. Stabbed.
His siblings layed a bit further of them. Also dead.
Everyone was dead. Not just his family no.. It was their whole kingdom. They ruled the nether in peace until this day.
"Please-
Please kill me too."
The little one said.
To who?
Well to the boy with the pink hair, he was maybe a few years older..
His pig mask was rather noticeable.
So was his diamond sword full of blood.
"I'M JUST A CHILD WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO ALONE!?"
The pink haired boy just stared at him.
Maybe he had pity.
A bit. But not only that.
He couldn't even understand the boy.
Something about the little boy crying had the voices in pity.
Something told him.. That the boy is different.
He didn't want war.
He wanted freedom.
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"Y/n?"
The sleepy blond haired asked.
"Mh?"
"Thank you...
For staying with me."
You turned to him.
You smiled.
He smiled.
That it felt comfortable for the first time over the last days.
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I AM NOT DEAD. I AM RETURNING.
YOU ARE READING
✩𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬☆ 𝐃𝐬𝐦𝐩 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Fanfictionending /ˈɛndɪŋ/ noun an end or final part of something. "the ending of the Cold War" Similar: end finish close the furthest part of something. "a nerve ending" A boy from the underworld, who barely speaks English, with powers he doesn't even know ho...
