The horse ran through the forest to the ruins of l'manburg. Going as fast as it could even with the evening sun burning on its back. Exiting the forest biome and entering the taiga biome the ruins started to play into its view. Upon seeing the destruction in the distance the horse started to prepare itself for an abrupt stop.
The entity began to shift from a horse to a six feet and two inches tall emerald green eyed human being with shoulder length dirty blonde hair tied in a loose low ponytail, tan skin with freckles dusting their skin along with big, small, deep, and shallow scars. Dressed in a green cropped hoodie, a turtleneck bodysuit, black cargo pants, military boots and a cream colored circle mask with a smiley face on it. His sword, Nightmare, in its sheath. He began running as fast as his legs could take him, his lungs burning as he ran. He entered what once was l'manburg that now was a crater where the country once stood proudly.
He looked around for the previous president l'manburg. The last time Dream had seen him he was on the verge of insanity, his eyes shifting from a chocolatey brown to a burning crimson red. His curly hair messy and unkempt. Even back when Wilbur wore the colors of l'manburg proudly he still made butterflies in Dream's stomach and the blonde's face flush. Oh how the masked shapeshifter adored the maniac, even if he wouldn't admit it. The maniac in question didn't hide it as well as Dream did. If anything it was frustratingly obvious. The glances, the blushing, the clinging, it was astonishing to find out the two weren't in a relationship despite some 'events' that had happened between the two. Making out with your enemy isn't exactly the greatest look when your at war I suppose.
As Dream searched he began to hear quiet crying. He first assumed it was some of the previous residents of the now burned and destroyed country. Until he started to recognize the voice. "Philza? What is he.. Why is he.. Unless something happened.. I don't hear any of the others crying. I can focus on that later. I need to find Wilbur! Wait. What if? No he may be an idiot and doesn't wear armor but there's no way he could've got blown up. The cave wasn't near the TNT the explosion should have missed him even if he ran. I don't really want to believe it but maybe? Phil might have seen him. I need to go to Phil." dream thought. His mind was flooding with questions, questions that he wasn't prepared to get answered so quickly.
Dream listened for where the old man's cries were originating from. Upon finding out that they were coming from the exact location Wilbur was supposed to be he began to panic. Climbing, running and jumping over debris. Entering the cave dream began to feel tears well in his eyes and anger filled his mind, his anxiety over losing his potential lover but also friend crushing his heart. With pain in his heart he tried his best to hide his emotions and attempted to ask the weeping blonde with a bloody sword what had occurred to result in Wilbur's downfall. Philza choked through quiet sobs and hics, "I found him about to press the button. I tried to talk him out of it but he still did. He begged me to kill him.. He handed me his sword and yelled for me to kill him. I don't know why I did. I've killed my own son. Please bury him somewhere nice, away from this hell hole. I can't be here any more. I have to go, goodbye dream." And with that the disheveled winged man walked out of the cave in the direction of the snow biome.
Dream stood in disbelief. Wilbur was dead and he never got a chance to tell those three precious words. Dream didn't have time to weep in the cave; he needed to bury Wilbur before anyone else showed up and thought Dream himself killed him. No one would ever believe him if he said Phil did it, plus he really didn't want to look at Wilbur's corpse any longer. He picked Wilbur up bridal style. Despite the six foot five males weight Dream managed to carry (and drag at some point) Wilbur far enough away into the forest where he could shift into a horse again and carry Wilbur to the safest place he could take him.
Holy guacamole this was fun! This is the marking point where I change the name and drift away from Dream centric one shots. I'll still write them just not that often unless I have an idea or it's requested. Hope you all liked the angst and dream ignoring his feelings and trying not to grieve in front of a live audience. Get it? Because he ends up crying at his house and wilburs dead-
It was a bad joke i get it-
Anyways I'll see you next time aka whenever I write again, bai!~
-Bones.ExE
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p.s. if you were wondering here's what a turtleneck bodysuit looks like
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