Antique Secrets

Chapter 11: Karl Jacobs Gets Gaslit

Summary:
Dream preforms a heist and it goes perfectly with absolutely zero flaws whatsoever.

Others would seek to disagree.

Notes:
Don't worry, there is absolutely zero actual gaslighting in this chapter, I just thought the name was funny.

As for the scene it refers to... you'll see ;)

Also, my lovable and amazing partner helped me come up with the chapter name, three cheers to them! <3

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Chapter Text:

A loud buzz startles Dream wake, phone ringing incessantly by his ear as his alarm goes off again and again and again. The ringtone was kind of weird, a series of tones that held no meaning. Well, that or he just wasn't processing sound right.

Blinking sleep out of his eyes as the adrenaline wore off, somehow already halfway off the bed between one second and the next, leaving behind semi frazzled nerves. Thoughts moved sluggishly around his brain. Reaching out to them did little more than give him a headache,

Dark shapes outlined the minimal furniture in his room as his eyes adjusted to the semi dark. Yellow and green lighting from the pineapple was the only real light source, incredibly bright to look at despite giving off no real light. Dream didn't really know how light worked but it didn't make much sense.

Covered feet hit the floor, a thin buffer between his skin and the chilled wood. For about a minute and a half, he was grateful for this small mercy. Then he realized he wasn't a heathen who slept in socks and had been changed again!

Listen, waking up this late may have been Dream's idea but he didn't think XD would put him in socks. Usually, he left Dream to put them on like a sane person. Except this time. Was it too late for Dream to fight god?

Yawning, wincing as his jaw cracked, Dream fumbled blindly to turn off that goddamn alarm. He sure as hell didn't set that ringtone and it was giving him a headache. Silence collapsed in on itself, more an absence of noise than anything else. Fuck, that might actually be worse.

Too bad, Dream decided, stepping away from his bed and- fwump.

Fabric swung, smacking against his legs and curling around his ankles. It wasn't very heavy, he'd barely noticed it until it literally hit him, but it also wasn't very warm. Honestly, it wasn't much of any use at all besides being... cool?

Were capes cool? Dream grabbed at the colored fabric, unable to tell if it was black or gray or just some dark hue, and twirled it around. It was pretty fun, if long. Might get in the way if Dream had to climb anything so, reasonably, he should get rid of it.

Reasonable wasn't really a word in his vocabulary though and some sluggish, childish part of him said capes were cool and he should keep it. Besides, he'd never gotten rid of one of XD's accessories before, who knew what would happen?

Shrugging off any concerns with disgusting ease, he didn't have self control in the mornings and that was a fact, Dream tugged on his shoes, thigh thighs but he was too tired to care, and opened his window. It was crime time boys, a perfect midnight night.

Cold wind slipped past the window, brushing against only the bottom half of his face. Frowning, Dream ran his fingers up his face. Skin met skin, gloveless for the first time in... two and a half weeks? Ish? He hadn't been keeping track. His nails bumped against the bottom of a mask, smooth ceramic he didn't care to remove. That was...new.

Indents dusted against his fingers, quickly obscuring his vision. So, eyeholes, obviously, but painted? Maybe? Not like it really mattered, the outfit was dark and he was trying to be sneaky. That was pretty much it.