The Sandman x Reader - Neil Gaiman (Lucifer x you x Dream)

04: Don't Stop 'til you drop~

<<Forget and wake.>> Ordered Dream as he blew a plume of golden, glittering sand into your face.
  "Fine- WAIT- WHAT NO-" You wailed but woke only seconds later.

You woke in a cold sweat but couldn't remember why for the life of you.

You went about your daily chores feeling as though something important was missing. You sighed confusedly and swept your arm to the side, accidentally doing so too quickly and with far too much momentum, it hit off a glass which shattered to the tiled flooring and the next thing you knew you had a vivid scene where there was a being so beautiful but distorted... It was as if your vision was reversed through a blaring camera's images.. Like when developing pictures are exposed to light too early.

But the vision still unfurled and it was beautiful and lovely. Even though there were clear signs of worry and fear upon the tangled face of dark scribbles about the head of a tall man, strange and slim in physique. He wore all black and a raven was perched on his shoulder with the reddest eyes you had seen. But the being before your vision self wore the most intricately simple red cloak dress... They were truly beautfiul. And the being in black, he too seemed alluring in more ways than one.

You suddenly snapped back into reality when you felt someone touch your arm gently.

You sprang back and stared at whoever it was that had touched you, so abruptly knocking you from your state. But there were no eyes to look into, instead there was a grey, ghostly hand tapping the air and subsequently your arm. It crudely reached out from the tiled floor, through the shard of glass which you now realised were cutting into your bare legs, feet and hands. You hissed in pain and stared at the ghostly hand as it reached for you again.

You drew back your foot, but in doing so, the glass shard drove further into your flesh. The ghostly hand then reached once more and this time plucked the glass from you. It sewed up your wound with another simple tap and you stared in awe as it did so.

Again, it aided in your health. You leant into it, allowing it to reach you and seal your flesh from the burdens of agony.

Although, a chilling whisper caused the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end and a woman walked into your room with bouncy black hair. She smiled softly down at you and looked to the ghostly hand beneath your tiled floor. She tutted and leant down, taking the hand of the dead being and hoisting them out from the ground.

<You shouldn't be here. Come on, I'll take you to the next realm.> The woman stated.

  "Um, excuse me, who're you and what're you doing in my house?" You asked, eyes shock wide, trying to stand from your floored position, finding a single shard of glass still in the arch of your foot.

<Me? You can see me?> Asked the woman.

  "Uhhh yeah...? I ain't blind-"

<And you can see Mr Wurverman?>

  "Who? Oh you mean the ghost guy? Yeah, yeah I can see 'im." You shrugged.

A silence enveloped the room.

<Give me one moment. I will be right back.> She said, taking the ghost into the other room and from the shadows upon the wall adjacent you saw wings sprout from the woman's back.

You gasped and ran to the doorway but no one was there.

The woman said, <I am Death. I'm surprised you can see me, you still have much to live for, young one.> 

You spun on your heel and saw the woman sitting on your counter fiddling with your fruit bowl.

  "Huh... Makes sense I guess. Well, I'm not gonna die then? Right?" You asked, a bit confused but overall chill.

<No, not yet anyway... This truly is a predicament.> She pouted with confusion and tilted her head to the side.

  "Mhm.. So... Do you... want any fruit or a drink or anything?" You asked.

<OO! Yes please! Those apples look divine!> Death squealed excitedly.

And so, you fed and chatted with the embodiment of Death. The two of you bonded over fruit and good netflix shows. Eventually, you brought up the visions and asked whether or not that could be the reason behind being able to see Death.

Death was a little awe struck with your tales. <Well, that wouldn't explain it at all.. But you did describe someone I know... My brother in fact, his name is Dream. You might know him, he's also known as the Sandman... He keeps tabs on humanity's dreams, alongside other living creature's I suppose...> She pondered that last thought.

  "That's interesting. Well... Could I meet him, I feel like if I do that then I can figure out what my vision was about..." You said, asking Death politely.

<Of course! Just look for the land of the Dreaming when you next sleep!... But if you're having troubles, I can get in touch with him. Maybe even set you two up, I think you'd make an adorable couple!>

  "You think so?" You blushed slightly but shook it away, "Haha, nooo... I always end up hurting people anyway.." You stated, hand nervously fiddling with the back of your neck.

<What? Nahh. All you gotta remember is... what is it you humans say?... Don't knock it til you try it?> 

You giggled, "Yeah. Yeah we say that. But... I dunno, I guess if I'm gonna be at this for a while I better not stop it 'til I drop. Right?" You giggled alongside Death. "Hey, can I nickname you Dee? I think it suits you?"

<Hmm, Dee, I like it! Sure!>

  "Yay! Thanks!"

<Well, I have jobs to be doing. No rest for the wicked! Good day and sweet dreams~> She winked as you got up to walk her out but she dissappeared.

  "Bye then." You drew your head back into your neck and chuckled slightly. Stepping again right into the glass. "FUCK-" You forgot to clean up. -___-