✿Chapter.29✿

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"Wilbur?"

"Yes."

"Why would you want to revive that fucking prick?" Dream cocked a brow. "Don't question me and just do it. I'm growing impatient." Alex threatened, holding the axe closer towards Dream.

"Okay okay just back away for a second.." Dream said before taking a step away.

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"You guys might have to wait for a bit before going in though, Quackity's in there having a little 'chat' with Dream right now." Sam told the three of them.

Y/n raised her eyebrows at this. "Why is he here? Is this where he's been all this time?" She persisted. "I mean a little? He comes here at least once a day but I won't disclose any other information other than that." Sam retorted before opening yet another locked door.

"What do you mean?! Has he become buddy buddy with Dream? Why does he care so much that he has to see Dream everyday?!" She began to worry more and more. "I wouldnt say that..." Sam said quietly before he pulled the lever for the lava curtains.

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Red flashing lights and the screeching of metal on metal echoed off the cold stone walls of concrete. Looking up the brunette could see the train coming to a halt at his station. Standing up from his cradled position he stood behind the yellow line.

The train came to a soft stop, the doors sliding open with a small ding. On the other side of the door sat what looked like a ghostly clone of himself and a blue lamb. His clone smiled upon seeing him, waving him to come in.

"Where are we going?" Wilbur asked the mirrored image of himself. "I'm not sure where you're going...but I'm going to a field of flowers with friend!" Smiled the ghost. Wilbur only hummed out a response before relaxing into his seat as the train began to roll back into it's original speed.

The clanking of the train soon became almost rhythmic, the colours of the lights and walls began to pool together out the windows. Wilbur turned back to his lookalike, "How long have you've been on here?" He asked curiously. To which the pale boy answered with a not long.

The two then sat in a comfortable silence, there was this familiarity between the two, and not just their appearance. They had every so often exchanged words, even friend. That is, until the train came to a stop once again.

The ghost then stood up, bringing his blue companion right beside him. His stop was a beautiful sight to see. A lovely lavender sky that seemed to stretch forever, gorgeous corn flowers and lavenders covered the floor like a carpet. A small cabin sat right beside a couple of blossom trees.

His clone stepped into his station, turning to give Wilbur one last goodbye. With that, it was gone. The doors closed and the blue and purples melted past in the glass once more. Wilbur sat once more, waiting to see what would come of him.

However after a few minutes the train's speed felt as if it were growing faster and faster, almost like his heart rate. He began to sweat, feeling some sort of heat, or was it nervousness? He couldn't tell, as the heat grew and so did this pit in his stomach.

He felt like his world had been spinning, then, the train came to a sudden stop, causing him to jerk to the side a little. The car's door didn't open this time, instead another car's door opened into his. His heart began to race even more, what the fuck is happening??? He thought.

Out from the other car came a familiar looking smile. That old sick smile he thought he'd never have to see again. Backing away he began to sweat even more. The heat was unbearable.

"Dream?? What are you doing here? I don't want to see you right now!" He began to scream before his back hit the door. The door felt hot and burnt his back slightly making him lean forward once more.

"It isn't your choice whether or not you want to see me right now." Alex said in a low voice while following Dream out the separate car. The doors then opened with that same chime. The stop was nothing but white light, the only colour he could find were the light orange and yellow tints. It felt warm, an unbearable hot sensation, and before he could get any last word in, Dream pushed him into the light filled room.

"Oh...my fucking head" Wilbur muttered to himself. His vision felt blurry and everything again, felt too warm. Voices can be heard all around him, increasingly getting louder.

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Y/n grew more and more anxious as the lava cleared it's path. That is until she saw not two but three figures in that line jail cell. The third figure being on the ground, but how could she not recognize him?

"WIL?? WILBUR IS THAT REALLY YOU? PLEASE WAKE UP!! SAM LET ME OVER THERE RIGHT NOW!" Y/n began yelling. Alex whipped his head towards the yelling only to see Tommy, Techno, and Y/n staring in horror as they stepped onto the platform. Tommy being more reluctant than the twins.

"Ha! Looks like a full family reunion again? Right Tommy?" Dream smiled at the blonde causing Alex to shoot him a glare. "Ugh... why's it so hot in here..?" Wilbur groaned before fully opening his eyes to see what the commotion was.

His vision was fucked, but slowly he was able to make out what was happening. To his left he could see his younger siblings approaching on a stone platform. To his right was Quackity and Dream? He assumed it was Dream, however he hadn't remembered Dream looking that... How could he word it, pathetic?

"Wil?" Came a voice making him turn his head. Looking over he could see, to his surprise Techno on the verge of tears. Rushing over, Techno grabbed Wilbur into a tight hug, "Don't you dare ever do some stupid shit like that again, or I'll kill you a fourth time." He said, voice cracking a little.

"I won't Techno, I won't."

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Ok fuck it we're doing two uploads this week I just couldn't help myself! I'm not too sure if I like how I worded this chapter but I couldn't change it much. I still hope y'all enjoyed and I'll make sure to have the last chapter out next week! <3

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