Friends or Enemies? |Dream x Reader|

Chapter 28 ~ Beyond love.

~Dream's POV~

I lay in bed, thinking to myself. What've I done? What will I do? What am I doing? I'm out of my mind. I shouldn't be making promises I know I won't be able to keep. And the worst part is that she believes me. She trusts me, and she thinks I'm going to get her out of this.

And God, I really I hope I can. I don't have a plan. And I wasn't entirely honest with her earlier when I told her I did. Wilbur plans to blow up Manburg, and my job is to help him. I'm not so sure what she's going to think of that, but ever since I invited myself into the white house, I knew something was wrong.

Wrong with her. Wrong with me. Wrong with us. I hate myself for leaving her in that house for a week with no updates while all I did was wait. I should've done something, but I didn't. And I didn't because of the same mistake I made 10 years ago.

I remember that night when Y/n wasn't there. When she ran away, and never turned back. And all I ever did was wait. The night after, I waited. I waited for her to show up, and she never did. It was only until the next morning I did something about it.

I went up to Wilbur only to find out she was dead. And look at where I am now. Fighting for a person who's no longer with us. Fighting for a dead person. Only thing is, Y/n wasn't just any person. Y/n was special. She was special to me, and she still is, but it seems as if I wasn't so much to her.

She killed herself because of me.

That girl in Manburg reminds me of Y/n. They have their similarities with what they do, but I can never compare Y/n to anyone else. Never. No one will ever come above Y/n. Not even that girl who doesn't have the courage to tell me her name.

I love her. I love the girl I rolled in the sheets with a lot. And I love her because no one's ever trusted me the way she did in 10 years. Because no one's ever made me feel so alive in 10 years. Because no one's ever made me feel loved like that in 10 years.

And because no one's ever made me feel as if Y/n was right next to me in 10 years.

What I have for this anonymous girl is only love. But what I have for Y/n is a shit ton more. It was more than just love. Because I didn't just love Y/n. I had something else for her.

What I had for Y/n was beyond love.

And for 10 years I didn't know what I was doing until that girl had stepped foot on L'manburg. For 10 years, I've been searching for Y/n in other people, but I guess I never knew that until the day I finally said those 3 words to her. The 3 words I never told Y/n.

It's something I regret a lot. But if I didn't have the guts to tell Y/n back then, then the least I can do is tell the people around me, before I lose them as well. Before they kill themselves because of me just like Y/n did.

Before they kill themselves because they can't stand to look at me anymore.

I fear for the day to come. The day when my mask can no longer protect others from what it hid beneath. The day when I'm going to have to kill myself to protect the others that despise me with a burning passion. The day when the scar on my face will forever be known as a monster on its own.

Nevertheless, time will pass, and it'll be written in books as a wolf attack. No one will ever know what Wilbur did to me. And I'll grow up and die a legend. A monster who is capable of killing people with just a look.

Her death will forever feel like acid, slowly corroding inside me, but maybe with this revive book I can turn things around. Maybe I'm capable of making up for my mistakes, and maybe I won't be so much the monster I really am.

I'm going to bring back Y/n.

<<Y/n's POV next day>>

It's late, and today's been quite busy, full of planning and arguing. Schlatt had ordered people to take my measurements for this ballgown of mine, and all I can think of is how heavy and itchy this dress is going to be. It's something I don't look forward to.

I throw myself onto the bed, taking in the cool sheets, like clouds on my skin, but it isn't before I hear a few taps coming from my window. I stand up, heading towards where the sound is, and take a peek behind the curtains, but nothing.

It's probably the wind. I turn around, and drag my feet across the floor, but it isn't before I hear the tapping again. I groan and turn around, and there I see the person I least expected to see. I slide open the window and grabbed his arm, practically dragging him through the window, before he falls onto the ground with a big thud.

I shut the window, and turn around. "I swear to God, you're going to break every single one of my bones one day, you asshole." Tommy says and I shush him. The last thing I want is for someone to know he's here. "Could you shut your dramatic ass up, please." I whisper.

He rolls his eyes, and I help him up on his feet. "What are you doing here?" I sit him down on the bed, and ask him. "Checking up on you." He says. "I'm not the type of person to drag their sibling through a window, and drop them to the ground like a ragdoll, unlike some people, Y/n." He continues.

I roll my eyes. At least I know he hasn't lost his mind like Wilbur yet. "I heard that Dream made a deal with Schlatt." So, he knows. Although I don't like how Tommy phrases it. I nod, and turn my body to the left to face him. "And I heard you're working with him." I say in response.

He lets out a dramatic gag. "Fuck no, where on God's green earth did you hear that? I'm not working with Dream, Wilbur is." I ignore his question, and let out a chuckle under my breath. "How is he?" I ask.

He bites his lip and sighs. "He's gone crazy, Y/n, I'm telling you." He says. "He's like a whole new person, and it feels like I don't even know him anymore." From Dream's description last night, I'm sure I'd feel the same way. Wilbur doesn't sound like who he seems anymore.

"Are you coming to the ball?" I ask, if he even knows about it, that is. "Do you think Schlatt would be fine with it?" I think about it for a moment, and I'm not entirely sure. "All of Manburg and The Dream SMP is invited. Maybe I can ask him." I doubt Schlatt would say yes, but it's worth a try.

"God, are you seriously getting married with Schlatt?" He asks in a disgusted tone. I chuckle and shake my head. "I really hope not." I tell him, and look down. I doubt their plan will work, because although I don't know it, it seems as if they haven't put so much thought into it.

He scoffs, and rolls his eyes. "Well, whatever happens, I'll make sure to kill Schlatt before he can put a ring on your finger." That makes me feel better about things. "My sister isn't marrying a goat." He says, and we both smile.

"What's Wilbur's plan anyways?" Dream never told me what it was, and I assume it was because he didn't want me to know about something. I can see Tommy become anxious as soon as I ask him.

He looks down and picks at his nails, and all I can think of is how I'm not gonna like this plan too, because Tommy clearly doesn't. "He plans to blow up Manburg." He says in a hushed tone. My jaw drops to the ground.

As much as I hate this place, it wasn't always Manburg. This used to be our home, and we've fought for all of it. "Dream has been supplying him with TNT." Did I hear that right? Is that why he didn't tell me any of this? Because he was scared of how I'd think of him?

Well, honestly, he should be. I feel some sort of betrayal inside me. I thought he was going to help, but this is only making things worse. But at the same time, I don't blame him for it, and I don't think I will.

This is Wilbur's plan, I remind myself. Not Dream's. Tommy turns his head to the window, and looks back at me with apologetic eyes. "I better get going." He says. "I'll see you tomorrow if I can." He stands up, and heads for the window. I wave goodbye, and then he's out.