Chapter 29

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In this chapter and in some future chapters, I will write a little about necromancy. This is just something I have heard of and stuff my mind is making up, so I don't know how necromancy works, but this is just a simple version my mind has come up with. So please don't judge me too harshly on the necromancy bits. I actually don't know how to write about it. But I need it because I murdered Dream, so...

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Techno pov: 

"PHIL!" yes, I yelled at the old man. But who can he complain to, if not me? He have no one else...I have no one else...Dream...Dream is fucking dead. And then the spiral started again. Everything just reminds me of him. And tears had started falling from my eyes, and I was wrapped in a tight hug by the man I yelled at before. The blood god cried, and the voice just screamed. They didn't know what to say. "Dream." Or "Foolish" or just "E". It was chaos. They all demanded blood and revenge after his death, but no one knew how. I didn't want to go and kill Sapnap and them now. It wasn't actually them that had killed him. And George was laying under my bed, and I don't know if he is still alive, so I don't think killing him would be a good idea.

"Let's go." Phil said, We were about to go back to Foolish. I hoped he was saying yes. If not, well. I don't know what to do anymore. Then I need to find another way to bring him back on. Maybe DreamXD could do something, but if he wanted to revive him, Why hasn't he done it before? Why did he let Dream get killed in the first place? It's not fair.

I walked out the door with Phil, taking my boots and robe on. I didn't deserve to have the crown on, so I didn't. And with the trident in my hand, I started travelling over to the desert, the complete opposite of what I lived in. I would never understand why he liked the warm weather so much. But right now I won't complain about where he lives or the gigantic statue in his garden if he just helps us. Right now, I'm willing to do almost anything to get him back. And that scares me. I would need to rely on other people. I should be able to do it on my own. But in this case...

We walked over to Follish's place and looked for him. We found him in the same place as before, and as earlier in the day, Phil had made sure I wouldn't take over and just let him talk. So then I did. While I stand in the background, Phil should go and talk to Foolish. Because I was the blood god. I hurt people. I make them suffer if I see them. I torture them. I'm a villain. I'm bad. Or that's what everybody else thinks of me. Except Phil. Except him.

"Have you come to a conclusion?" Phil asked, looking at Foolish, who sat on a chest, spinning a token in his fingers, probably from Las Nevadas. I didn't know he was into gambling. "Well. I think I will do it. As long as both of you keep what you have promised." He said, a hint of regret in his voice, but it was strong and clear. Luckily for me, it sounded like he wanted to be part of this. And it was probably the best news I have heard since he disappeared.

"What are we waiting for?" I asked, "Every second could change things." And then I was gone. I ran out of the door and started travelling back to my cabin, not waiting for Phil or Foolish. I knew they could travel on their own. Now I needed to find Steve and ask him to wish me good luck. And, of course, ring the bell.

"Do you have any idea of how to do this?" I asked Phil. I knew I shouldn't complain or beg him to hurry up, but like this. I needed to get Dream back. It was this instinct in me that said if I didn't I would die, or disappear, or something. There was something bad that would happen. And sometimes death is gentle and caring. Sometimes I would rather be dead than live here. But I didn't know if I would get to see Dream again if I died.

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