Please Don't Go (Dream x Reader)

Chapter 37

~Y/n's POV~

The house was quiet after everyone left on their own adventures, at least I had Apollo.

One thing that surprised me, was that Tommy never learned to tie his shoes.

Before he left, he had begged me to tie them for him because he would be embarrassed if the others knew. After a few loops and knots, I tied them. But we would have to practice together later.

I didn't eat as usual, I felt like I would puke if I ate anything anyway. I fed Apollo and headed to my room to get ready for the day.

"Apollo? Wanna go on a walk?"

Apollo jumped on me, covering my face in slobber. His tail wagging a mile a minute. "I'll take that as a yes."

I got suited up for the drastically frigid temperatures and even put a coat on Apollo, which I happened to make.

He looked stylish in his f/c vest.

Apollo pawed at the door as I armed myself with my kerchief, hood and bow, incase I came across anything that would want to kill me.

Soon enough, we were off into the snow.

After three hours in the snow had covered forest, I decided we should head back, "Apollo! Let's go!"

No response.

"Apollo?"

The forest remained silent.

I slid my bow off my shoulder and nocked an arrow. I took careful steps towards where Apollo previously ran off.

I pushed my way through the thick green shrubbery. On the other side of the bushes, was a beautiful clearing. This place seemed unaffected by the snow, which left it bursting with color.

In the middle of that clearing sat a figure. From where I was standing, all I saw was a blue blanket draped over them. And a mysterious red mushroom shaped hat that was discarded near the pile of fabric.

But Apollo laid deathly still next to the figure. Please no.

One foot after another, I made my way towards the two. I whistled lowly, hoping to only alert Apollo.

He didn't move. My heart sank.

I breathed out, the air immediately freezing, creating puffs of vapor. If people looked at me, I would've looked like a bull with steam coming out my nose.

I aimed the bow. I was ready to kill.

Suddenly an arm wrapped around my waist and a large hand covered my mouth, ultimately pulling me against another body. I screamed and thrashed, trying to free myself from the supposed kidnapper.

I dropped my bow, which might have been a bad choice. But my now free hands pulled and scratched at the arms, trying to pry them away from my waist and mouth.

But they continued to hold a steady grasp on me. They jerked me closer, "Stop it."

An awfully familiar voice whispered into my ear, "Be quiet, don't wake him up."

I don't know who 'he' was, but it didn't matter, my whole body became weak, and my knees gave out beneath me.

I sudden fall which caught off the kidnapper, which caused us both to stumble into the dirt.

My voices screamed at me to run, which I would gladly obey. I scrambled to get away, but a firm hand latched onto my ankle.

I turned around getting ready to kick the figure, but I was met with a mask.