{MCYT} •Mini Stories• <Book 2>

{Lava In The Eye}

Dream climbed up onto the platform, smiling as Sam was reading,"Hey, Sam!", "Back already??", Dream sat on the ground,"Yee. I didn't have anywhere else to go at the moment. And this is literally the last place anyone will look for me.", Sam shrugged, closing the book,"So, how long will you be in for??", "Well, for 1 murder and kidnap. . . Dunno, probably a while till Tubbo thinks I'm sane enough.", Dream nods, looking around,"Well, I don't think it's a good idea to lock yourself in something that drove you insane.", Sam shrugged,"Dunno, it's quiet in here and uh, not much trouble comes so I'm safe from that at least.", Dream chuckles,"A break from our bullshit?", "Definitely.", they chuckle, Dream starts to fill Sam in on what he knows is going on so far he mentions he hasn't seen George, Hannah or Boomer around yet but will let Sam know if he ever sees them.
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Dream then began to get nervous, hearing the lava begin to bubble and gurgle more,"Uh, Sam is the lava supposed to. . .?", "Sometimes it does that, but I don't know.", Dream kept glancing back at it, getting more nervous about the gurgling.
"S-Sam-"
Suddenly the lava started to spit,"HOLY SHIT!!", Dream got out of the way, completely shocked but in the back of his head he remembered fire spits as well, which is extremely dangerous if you don't control the fire.
"AHH, FUCK!!"
As soon as it stopped, Dream rushed back to Sam,"SAM?!", Sam held his eye, yelling as blood dripped onto the floor,"SHIT!!", Dream dropped to his knees and pulled a medkit out of his bag, opening it,"Sam, come over!", Sam did, Dream slowly moved his hand and cursed as he saw the burning skin and blood, quickly he began to disinfect it as Sam held the urge to scream in pain, clawing at the obsidian to distract himself.
Dream looked at Sam, now he had an eye patch on and you could see parts of his burned skin sticking out.
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"Sorry. . ."
"You're fine, Dream. . . Sure I may go half blind, but it's my fault for creating this."
Dream looked his parent figure in worry, pain was all he could see in Sam.
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