The Villain's Second Chance To Repent [Discontinued]

CHAPTER 7: A mercenary's loyalty

Oh my God I forgot that this book exist- So yeah… the Original Author of this story is back and I forgot to update this mf- So yeah… Enjoy!

____

—Letter—  

Hey, Dream,

I figured writing a letter to you would be more convenient as George and I aren’t in the right calm minds now. Look, we’re just worried for you, okay? We aren’t too keen that you agreed to go out with Wilbur as the man is a total jackass and too prideful of his ‘nation’.  I mean, it’s your server! He just stole a piece of your land and claimed it as his own. It still doesn’t sit right for me to that you gave them independence despite this when those little shits don’t deserve it.

But I guess I’ll trust you for this. If you have plans to destroy L’Manburg or set their forest ablaze again, tell me soon. I think I’ll be as ease knowing this.

Oh, and i wanted to ask if I can invite a couple of friends to officially join this server? Their names are Karl and Quackity, and they’re temporary living in my house due to the—

Dream stopped from there...

____

F**k, screw his slow death plan! Quackity was already here. He was here, he was here, he was here, hewasherehewasherehewashere!!!

He didn’t want to face that psycho yet! He didn’t ! God, how could he completely forget about him!!?

How could he forget the man who had tortured him for months!? The same manic who whispered the harsh cruel words in his ear that Dream was a monster and he deserved the treatment over and over.

Why did he appear so early? Could it be possible that he was living with Sapnap for a while before Dream met him and permitted him to join the server? Yes, that must be it. Otherwise there were no other explanations he could think of..

A knock on the door not only startled him but made him shriek. 

“Dream? You okay?”  Punz’s voice was heard from the other side of the door. Never had Dream ever been so relieved hearing his voice, as that meant his death was right around the corner. He slammed opened the door and said, “Do you have it?”

“Sure?” Punz stared at his face, gaping stupidly. Whatever happened to him? Forget it, its nothing important. Punz raised a small pouch to show to him, and the dirty blond suppressed his glee. “It wasn’t easy to find as—“

“Yeah, yeah, I’m very grateful,” He brushed him off and snatched the pouch from his hand and shoved another pouch filled with his payment. “Go home.” He slammed the door to his face.

Dream was certain that he'll die tonight.

____

—Midnight—

Dream waited till midnight to kill himself. He knew that this was when the whole server would be sound asleep, and he trusted that Corpse wouldn’t break into his house around this time when Dream does this. No one will interfere with his suicide.

The pill in his hand was small and white, it’s shape was circular, like a tablet. There was only one in the small bottle, but he supposed one would be enough. The feeling of being poisoned, and the horrible effects of this would surely sate his desire to harm himself. Killing himself with a knife would end too quickly for him as he wanted this to hurt and last long enough. He deserved it after all. Then when he respawns, he'll stab his heart twice, taking all his cannon lives.

When he heard the old clock chime twelve downstairs, he knew it was time.

This was the end of the line for him...