An Overnight at Wilbur's: Dream's Fear

Chapter 1: Flight or Fight? No Flight or Cry and Dream's Chosen Both

Dream didn't like this, but it was his friend's birthday so here he was in Wilbur Soot's Mega Pizzaplex. Why George wanted to come here was beyond him. Maybe it was because he never had the chance being out of the country, but honestly, it wasn't much.

He sat there twirling the straw in his drink. The small bowling area thankfully didn't have a lot of the bot roaming around. They also made him feel uneasy. Dream then looked around, he hadn't seen his friends in a while. He eyes locked on to one the bots at the counters and quickly looked back down, leg bouncing. Maybe he should just check the time on his phone instead.

His eyes widened in shock. It was close to closing so with a stretch, he stood up. Then someone grabbed his arm. He was turned around by a security guard, who had a scar over one of his eyes. No name tag in sight.

"It's almost closing."

"Uh, sorry. I didn't realize the time." Dream said sheepishly, "I was just about to go."

The grip on his arm tightened as he was pulled. He was lead to a backroom and he tried to struggle, but was instead punched, a ring on the guard's figure scratching his cheek. They were both shocked at the out burst. And that's when he ran.

There wasn't a lot of people milling about as he ran, none of them really paying attention to him. He was almost at the lobby, just making it to the green rooms. He took a sharp turn as he heard the foot steps of the guard approaching. Running into a cracked open door to one of the room, he went into the back of it, curling up. He covered his mouth with his hand as he started to cry.

Then he heard the door from the outside slam closed. Dream tried to keep silent and curled more into himself. There was a moment where it was all silent before an animatronic rushed into the room, grabbing him. They both screamed, one in anger and the other in fear. The animatronic's eyes glowed red as Dream struggled in it's grip.

It zoned it on his cheek that was covered in a small amount of smudged around blood.

A cold, robotic claw caressed his cheek and Dream whimpered, shivers wracking his body. Then he was thrown over the pig animatronic's shoulder. He started openingly sobbing and hitting against the back of the pig.

"Let me go." He pleaded through tears.

Unsurprisingly, the animatronic did not.

His struggle grew weak and his sobs lessened into hiccups. Dream, to his surprise, was brought to a first aid station. As he was placed down, he stumbled over a little area where a curtain was hung up, pulling the curtain closed, he heard the security guard from earlier before peering out through

"Technoblade. What're you doing here?" When the pig didn't respond, just glared, the guard scowled, "Yeah. I don't care. Just trying to find a rogue guest, you'll let me know if you see them, yeah?"

He watched as the animatronic just clenched it's fist.

Once he moved on, a bandaid put into his hand. Once he got it on, he finally registered the pain in his arm. Rubbing that, he jumped when a rough voice spoke.

"Sorry." The animatronic spoke, "Blood... makes me violent."

Dream blinked up at him, "Oh, uhm, well you didn't cause anymore."

He just grunted before extending a hand as an offer to help the other up, "It's almost closing. We need to get you to the front entrance."

Dream took this moment to examine the pig animatronic, trying to ignore the red glowing eyes that bore into him. Like the others he had painted on makeup. They all had eyebrows, but his right one was covered by the same red paint that turned into sharp edges. It went to the bottom of his eye where it almost looked like a scar more than paint. On his other eye there was paint that stop, just below his eyebrow, with some pace in between. It went past his eye before angling down into a sharp edge on his cheek.

Honestly, it kind of looked like blood. If it wasn't as precise as it was, Dream would've worried that it was. Perched on top of his head was a small crown, that went with the gold bands on his arms. Matching the same red as his facepaint was the spikey triangle cut cape that came up a little past his torso.

Shaking himself out of his staring, he stood up by himself, and spoke, "That guard, something's off with him."

Techno nodded, "Usually the staff don't approach me."

Ignoring that as concerning as it sounded, Dream started to head out, but was stopped when Techno just suddenly picked him up. Which he definitely didn't squeak at, he'll admit to crying, but this was akin to being picked up like a cat and he was not going to admit his surprise at this. He wasn't.

"The others may have started looking for you." He spoke, "They won't mess with me."

Dream shook his head, "No, I should be fine. It isn't closed yet. I should be fine."

Honestly, he didn't want to be around Techno. Nothing against the pig animatronic, but he did not trust him. Dream just didn't like the animatronics, scared of them honestly. Being this close to one kind of didn't help with his anxiety. Especially seeing as the robot was holding him.

So squirmed out of the hold and booked it.

As he skidded down the hall, he witnessed as the crow animatronic, Philza, his mind supplied, smashed through a fence. So, now, he had two after him.

Another turn and he almost ran into another. Wilbur, the main animatronic of the the franchise. Dream will admit, he screamed. It was probably what alerted the bear after all. He almost froze, but to his own surprise, he was still running. Until he slammed into a locked door.

Looking around for a solution, he eyes landed on an open vent. Sighing, he decided that this was probably better. He went past through the empty green rooms, well except for one where the animatronic was whispering and writing something down. Ignoring that, he soon found the exit. Rolling down onto the ground, he got up and started running towards the lobby.

He could here the closing goodbye and he made it just in time to watch it close.

Then he was being turned around. He screamed and started thrashing until he was set down on one the planter ledges.

"Alright, so you didn't get out in time." They spoke, "I'll help you find another way, just calm down."

He was up and flying behind the front the desk as soon as he could. Dream pulled out his phone, clutching it close as he tried to get ahold of his friends. Nothing, not even previous texts before they left. Maybe they thought he had already left, which was fair, though it was his friend's birthday.

Slowly, he peeked out and was greeted by Technoblade, standing idly at the front of the desk. He ducked back down and typed out a message. It sent.

Then as he was focused on his relief, he didn't notice as something was being pushed over the desk. Which, yes, he did scream at.

"Relax." Techno huffed, "It's just a SootWatch. I'm going to help you get out of here, this'll just help."

"I have my phone." Dream protested before watching as it the battery of it ticked down one more percent.

He heard the animatronic shift, "Well, I can't help you through it. There should be a party pass on the counter. Every guest gets one."

Dream shakily stood up and walked slowly over to a present box on the table, he saw someone get one out of it when he came in after all. He took one before glancing towards Technoblade, who was staring at him with an unreadable expression.

So, he somehow needed to get out of here. The main door was not an option apparently so he shoved the pass into his pocket and started running.

Techno didn't follow.

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