Revenge of Y/n

Justice Has Been Served

Dream marched to swing an attack at Quackity.
“ One step further and I’ll slit his throat.”
This man was serious.
“Hey. George look at me. It’s going to be ok.”
“Not if you don’t agree to what I want. I have the upper hand here. I can kill your precious love interest with your very own dagger, with which you killed the one person I cared about. Poetic isn’t it?”
Quackity smirked. The knife drew closer to George’s neck.
“Fine! What do you want!?”
“Simple, revenge.”

Utter pure rage blinded Dream, for with the death of his lover, he had nothing left to lose. But he found he couldn’t move, away from the body of a brunette boy with brown eyes, forever closed. The boy who was colour blind, who had ruled for a while.
The door swung shut behind him. More revenge was due, but for the time being, Quackity decided that killing his lover in front of Dream was enough for one day.

Y/N was slumped in an endless abyss. Their limbo. The screaming of the battlefield echoed if the unseen walls, but there was not following the sound. Y/N had tried that already.