Sick of Manhunts // Dreamnotfound

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It's interesting how a person's whole life and the path of it can change so quickly. Just from one look at something horrifying.

But can a person actually be truly ruined by a simple, explainable event? Maybe it was just Dream and his weak mind. Friends leave. They're never going to be there for you forever, it might not even be their choice in most cases. But in this case it probably was.

"Fuck this shit," Dream whispered and pressed his hands to his face. Coding might not be for him after all. The anger of mistakes was starting to overwhelm his whole body. It appears there and rots, becoming dirtier and dirtier, but never truly leaving, just keeping a pile of ash and dust.

Dream stood up and looked over to his bed. This room was seriously lacking air, might as well go for a walk. Trough the woods. Alone.

It used to be him together with that one nice guy. He made it so easy for Dream to be happy, it's a really special skill.

But for now, it's just Dream.

He got the dark green jacket, the leathery boots, and walked right past his hat, out the door.

It was cloudy again. That seems to be the only weather around here lately, giving the world an even grayer view from as it was already.

Couldn't say Dream was one for walks or doing anything in general, but his brain shut down itself as soon as the idea of walking outside appeared. It was only his legs pushing him forward, there was no control in them.

But this kind of weather was magnificent in his eyes. There's no pain in going outside and experiencing it to the fullest. The grass was unpleasantly brown though.

Dream looked down at his feet and scowled. He was taking the muddy path by his house to get to the woods behind it. A walk in the woods might seem uncalled for for most people, but Dream can see the beauty in it more than others. The part that's unsettling to others, is the best one in his eyes.

There were very faint drops of water falling from the dark leaves, but that just made it all even better.

He took a sharp turn to the left and considered whether he should really get himself into the whole deal of the left path. It's more tiring than Dream would like to admit.

Although right now it might be the right time for it. There's no hurry to get back today, only a dark, evil room that will only continue eating his spirit.

His footsteps continued on. It used to be the only side of the path he took, the friend made them become something more than just walking around trees and dirt.

Together with all the turns and branches, he should be back in no more than an hour. His brain will be well enough unwound by then.

Now only ten minutes left and he'll be back at last. This was not a good idea. Too much memories, too little air, only pain everywhere. And his boots are even browner now.

He tripped and fell on his knees and palms. "Holy shit, I hate this whole bullshit!" He yelled out and stayed there. All his life choices ran trough his mind, and so did the reason why the fuck he'd even go for a stupid walk.

His gaze fell on a shiny bracelet to his left, lying perfectly put next to a bush. Maybe someone found it and put it there. But it was so peculiar, he had to touch it, feel the way all those textures and engravings felt like.

It was metal, hook type. You slide it on your hand and lock it up, close it. Again, he didn't act, only closed it up and felt a small rush in his hands. Now he looked up.

The weather was charming now, no clouds, no wind, only sunshine coming trough the same leaves that were just dripping water in his hair. That's kind of weird.

Dream stood in place. Didn't dare let a breath break the beautiful silence. Everything was still, no wind or birds, or anything in that matter, only him in the same place, but also not the same place, as it obviously isn't possible for all that muck and water to dry up that quick.

Then he stepped one step forward and all world broke around him.

No, just kidding, nothing happened. Everything was still still. His bracelet now had two glistening diamonds lined up, one blue, the other green. He brushed his fingers against them and smiled at their shininess.

This probably doesn't happen to too many people very often. Taking a walk, finding a bracelet, it teleports you to a different dimension where everything is perfect and perfectly still.

At this point of no movement it felt like the time was paused, but by pulling a branch and making the whole tree shake up, it was clear that that's not what's happened here.

There wasn't much he could do unless continue the way back home.

But his home never came.

It had to be more than twenty minutes of walking forward, going only deeper and deeper in the forest. The panic now started settling down into his mind.

Is this forest really never-ending?

He stopped and took a deep breath in. This is some weird, realistic dream, so all he has to do is wait. Eventually he'll wake up.

While waiting and sitting on the ground, Dream glanced down to the magical bracelet. He fidgeted with all it's special engravings and textures, and understood at last that the diamonds are pressable. 

He pressed the two different colored crystals, and the ground started vibrating, making him think that he just split Earth in two. But a roar in the distance made him, instead, think that he just let a big creature out of it's cage.

At once, running seemed like a good idea when the shaking of the ground only worsened. Dream ran like his life depended on it, which it probably did, but that kind of strength had it's limits and soon he was out of breath. Though he definitely felt a lot stronger than he ever had. Like his muscles had a boost. Weird.