"He's GONE, he's DEAD." Dead dream/ghost dream story

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It was Dreams regular daily walk in the forest at 3:37 in the morning. Nothing out of the ordinary. So how would anyone know what was going to happen to him? No one knew what was happening, or what was going to happen to him. Except one person.

Dream was walking in the forest as usual, nothing was wrong. It was all peaceful, like always. He usually came into the forest when he was upset or needed to calm down, but today he was just walking through the forest, just admiring the scenery. He had recently been let out of the prison, so he just wanted some peace for once in his life.

Not being surrounded by lava and only hearing the ticking of a clock was nice. He sat down leaning against a huge tree, and closed his eyes, embracing the scent of the forest.

??? POV

Perfect. Hes leaning up against a tree, and his eyes are closed. Its time to go in action. I swiftly threw the potion of poison at his figure then attacked.

GORE WARNING

I got my sword, ant stabbed it through his chest. his eyes widened, as he saw me. I guess he didn't expect me out of all the people on the SMP to kill him. I twisted the sword through his chest, making blood splatter all over the forest floor. I yanked out the sword, and saw straight through his chest. "He'll be dead in a couple minutes." I thought.

But its not enough. I need to make sure hes dead. I took my dagger out of my pocket, and struck it through his abdomen. I pulled it out and repeatedly stabbed his abdomen, blood was everywhere now. It was all in my face, and all over him. The life was out of his eyes, now. But I needed to be sure.

I took the dagger out of his abdomen, I could see his intestines. There was blood everywhere. All around the two of us. There was blood on his face, and his mask. That stupid mask. I always told him to take it off, but he never listened. Not that it cares now. Hes dead.

I took the dagger, and stabbed his chest repeatedly. Over and over and over. Blood spattered all along the trees trunk. Blood splattered on my face. Blood splattered on his face. But it wasnt enough. He needs to be dead. I stabbed him until i saw the sun rising. Which meant i'd been doing this for a while.

(GORE ENDED)

Hes bound to be dead, but he might come back as a ghost, but that doesnt matter. He'll be like Ghostbur, not knowing anything. So its fine. No one really ever walks in this forest except Dream, but now he's dead. So I think it will be fine leaving him here.

Ugh, now I have to clean all this blood off of me. I'm glad it's early in the morning.

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3rd person POV
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The figure ran away from Dreams body, into town. They had to wake up early in the morning and they needed to clean themselves up, and fast.

They got to their house and stuffed the bloody clothes into the washer. They then took a shower to get the blood off of their body. When they got out of the shower they dried themselves off using a towel and changed into new clothes.

Once the washer went off they stuffed the clothes in the dryer as they got breakfast ready. After all, they were having a visitor.

The drier went off and they took the clean clothes and stuffed it in their closet. They finished making the eggs and bacon for breakfast when they heard a knock at the door.

"Come in!" They shouted, "I've almost finished breakfast!"

"Alright!" The visitor responded.

"So, how are you, Purpled?" They asked.

"Eh, pretty good."

They set down a plate of food in from of him.

"Oh, we'll that's nice." They said as they sat down.