Dream Team/smp x reader //oneshots//(discontinued)

chapter 71 (I think-)

Chapter

"Throughout the years."

Pt3 of a new member of the family 

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Y/n, M/n, L/n

Nov, XX, 20XX : Diary Entry 70,

Hi again to whoever finds and reads my diary...

Many things happened while I was taken away from my home, I found out many hidden things. I mean I found out Phil wasn't my actual father in the first place, yeah I knew I was adopted since most of us are but a lot of my siblings act a bit similar to each other. Plus so much trauma was put onto the younger people of the SMP, I mean hell Tommy died many times, Tubbo got shot with a firework, I'm not sure about Ranboo, and Purpled...the last I've heard of him was when his home had been destroyed. As for me, I can't fully remember how I lost one of my lives. But the thing I can remember is this burden that seems to be in my heart. I'm not sure where to start but hey part of my troubles had started once everyone started to do their things.

I mean I'm happy for them but I don't even think they noticed I left, but anyways let me continue with the trouble that surrounded me.

My dad Dream was sent to prison, my father George is in a deep sleep and he is currently living under uncle Sapnap and Karl's roof. I'm just living alone now at this point, none of my family came around to see me. Well the only person that may look out for me might be Puffy or Bad, hell any of the people who've been cast to the side would come to check up on me. Though it hurts, it hurts knowing your family casts you aside for something else. Hell, I was almost died because of a dumb disc.

I sometimes wish upon a star hoping that someone can finally come and save me but all that wishing leads to nothing, I need to stop wishing upon stars...I'm not a baby anymore. I mean I tried praying to Death but she doesn't answer, I tried everything I could think of at this point. But I think the reason why they don't talk to me might be due to the fact I was forced to betray them. I had to help Eret in the first war. Did I get anything out of it? No, no I didn't...

But that should be held in the past now...I mean I am close to becoming an adult...I don't think I should hold this pain any longer. Should I just forgive and forget? I mean if I do I don't even think that will help me heal. What if I go see them again? No, they won't remember you...

But what if they do remember me? I mean what if they take me into their arms again-

No stop with that fantasy.

But I'm sure they will...

STOP WITH THE FANTASY Y/N!

I gripped my head as I threw my book off my desk, I tried to steady my breathing as I looked at my desk. The desk I sat at was painted red with a mix of blue ink. I gently took my hand away from my head to see that it was covered with the same liquid that was spilling around the desk. I sighed as I felt sick to my stomach, I laid my head against the dest only to feel the liquid covering parts of my face. As I started to zone out I felt something tug on my leg. I moved my gaze down to see my little slime.

I watched him as he slowly morphed into his "human form".

"Come on Y/n you're getting messy!"

I stayed still as I felt him trying to tug me off my desk.

"Leave me alone (s/n)..."

I heard him give me a huff.

"Don't give me your att-"