were not going to talk about how this a supposed to be for school
child!dream + father!philza
cw:mentions of death 💀
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Slamming this hands down on the smooth, wooden table, the tranquility of the cabin was ruined with a hard thump. "Math sucks", the boy gritted out, earning a soft chuckle from his father. "Ya' want some tea, mate? Its hibiscus.", Phils voice brought Clay out of his trance, "Y-yeah, thanks.", the latter stuttered out. A few minutes passed, the kettle whistled, announcing the tea was finished, the sound of Phil pouring the tea into the porcelain cups filled the boy's ears. Math homework laying discarded on the dining table. Wisps of steam floating above the cups, the smell of hibiscus filling up the room. Pseudo peace filled the cabin. No one would look for him in the tundra, right? A soft chuckle escaped the younger, Phil glanced at him, expecting the other to speak. Clay opened his mouth, " just thinking about-", rapid knocking at the door caused him to shoot out of the chair, eyes widening in fear. "It's probably nothing, just- stay near the back door, in case.", his father commanded, a strained smile on his face. Phil wasn't particularly worried, he just wanted to be safe rather than sorry. Standing up with a groan, Phil walked to the door. The creak of the hinges were heard as he opened the door, gripping the smooth, oak wood. Glancing outside as he pulled his coat on him tighter. Nothing. Nobody was there, turning around to face Clay, with a soft smile. The last thing he heard before his vision collapsed into darkness was a terrified shriek emitted from his son. The boy grasped the cool metal knob, ripping the door open and escaped.
Clay ran. He ran, like a coward. Didn't even try to check on Phil. Tears filled his eyes as he continued the sprint away, away from the cabin, away from whoever that was, away from Phil.
Collapsing into the snow, as soon as it met his exposed skin, chills wracked through his body. Sobs escaped his mouth, as he desperately tried to stand. Trees looming over the child, snow resting on the branches. Footsteps cut through the eerie silence, a gasp escaped his mouth, lunging forward into a sprint, the chase continued. Snow crunching beneath his feet, panting hard, he collapsed on a tree. Trying to even out his breath, Clay tried to find where he was. Pupils glancing all over the place, safe, he was safe, hopefully. Unfortunately, taking a break while being in pursuit, was not a good idea. His uncontrollable breathing distracted him from the oncoming axe attack on this left leg. Blood stained the snow, tears springing into his eyes again, he opened his mouth to scream, no sound was released.
"P-please!" The child begged, sobs ripping out of his chest. He hesitated, should he? He had too, he was being paid for this, he can't just go back on it now. A soft whimper, brought him out of his thoughts, "please.", the child begged again. The man turned, he changed his mind, or did he? "Th-thank you!", was Clay's last words before the man spun around, bringing the axe down on his skull. The crimson snow outlined the center of the artwork, framing it.
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uh 535 words!
first chapter is probably shitty but im getting better at writing 🔥🔥
(im going to forget about this)
edit: I just found about of the drama revolving around this guy and it is something
