Chapter 14- Ice Cream and Death

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Heyo!

TW-Homphobia, slurs, blood, intense gore, death, panic attacks, maybe derealization (I'm not 100% clear on that one sorry).  Read at your own risk lmao.

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Dream bit the ice cream cone, wandering down the dark path of the park with Wilbur at his side. The cold, birthday cake flavoring mixed with the crunchy waffle cone and he smirked with enjoyment. It was cold outside, but it had been ages since he'd had a treat like this. Dream finished off his cone, wishing he had another one.

"Where do you think he'll be," he asked Wilbur, swallowing the crunchy shards of the sweet shell. Wilbur shrugged, taking his hand and staring into the distance. His ice cream was long gone.

"I have no idea, he could be on the other side of the city for all I care."

Dream gave him a weird look, confused. Weren't they supposed to be looking for Techno?

"What do you mean 'for all you care'?"

"Well," Wilbur said, looking a little guilty, "I just wanted an excuse to leave the house. Techno can take care of himself, he doesn't need us to babysit him."

"You sneaky bastard," Dream exclaimed with a laugh, squeezing his hand. "That was some good acting!"

"I know," Wilbur said nonchalantly, flicking a sprinkle off his jacket. "I just knew that we'd get more time to ourselves if we weren't constantly surrounded by people."

"Who would have thought," Dream said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "That's like saying the sky's blue, or one plus one equals two."

"Awww come on, don't make fun of me! I was trying to be thoughtful and actually get us some time together," Wilbur complained, pulling Dream closer to him.

"Well, mission accomplished," Dream replied with a soft smile. They were pretty deep down a pathway in the park, not even a bench in sight. The trees arched gently over the pavement, creating a dazzling array of dark shadows and watery moonlight. Wilbur was completely in shadow, parts of his face and body lost to the darkness. Dream squeezed his hand, reminding himself he was still there.

"And now we have all the time we want," Wilbur muttered. He leaned down and kissed Dream, and Dream was melting all over again. He felt Wilbur holding the back of his head, his fingers gripping his hair and tugging it softly. He was hyper aware of his hands around the back of Will's neck, his cold cheeks flushed from the irregular breezes and Wilbur's touch.

It may have dropped into the thirties outside, but Dream was as warm as could be. Wilbur's hands cradling his head and body were that burning building all over again, igniting on old scraps and debris and creating something beautiful. It felt illegal, morally wrong, but so right. It was the rush of being suspended in the open air between two buildings, it was the drop of the roller coaster, it was everything Dream could ever want and more.

They stayed like that for a little while, hidden deep on a path in the woods. Wilbur tasted like chocolate ice cream, the sugar lacing his mouth. Dream hummed happily, tilting his head back.

"That's disgusting," a voice commented, sounding annoyed. Wilbur pulled away, frowning in that direction. Dream turned his head, his arms still wrapped around Wilbur's neck and his body still pressed into the other as he tried to bring back the warmth that had been ripped from him. But Wilbur's attention was on this new obstacle, and Dream sighed sadly.

A group of five teenage boys emerged from the darkness, all of them covered in strangely tinted blood and holding some sort of weapon. The darkness of the forest was unnerving, leaving only patches of these boys on the sidewalk. But the little splotches of light that slipped through the trees illuminated some hesir here, a knife there, and bloody pair of sneakers there. As the group slowed to a stop, they became more visible.

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