Pawprints: Manipulations

8- deals

you guessed it!
Tw: Manipulation

I awoke from my pleasant nap to dream running around desperately trying to get his armor on and tools properly slotted in his belt.

"What's going on?"

"Tommy would chase me to the ends of this earth to get his damn disks back, that's what's going on," his voice sounded annoyed.

"But didn't you steal them from him? And provoke him a bunch?"

"I- di- ok ya I stole them!" He stuttered, "because he was being an idiot! And I haven't don't anything to provoke him since L'Manberg!"

"But they're still his disks Dream. If you don't want to provoke him just give him the disks back."

"He deserves it ok, he fucked around and now he's finding out!"

Dream sheathed his sword on his hip before emptying a chest into a small satchel.

I could only make out some potions that he threw in the bag but knowing him there was also tnt in there too.

He slammed the chest shut startling me out of my thoughts.

He walked to the desk that sat in the corner and began shuffling the pages around.

This could be my chance to get out of here. Away from hi-

"I need you to get in the crate."

"What?"

"Get in the crate (Y/N)." It wasn't a request, it was a demand.

"No," I spoke sternly, this was possibly the only chance I'd have to get away from him. I needed it.

Dream sighed before reaching into his pocket. I took a step backwards as he looked at me with soft eyes.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, ok."

Dream pulled out the necklace that kept me here in the first place, a worn and faded L'Manberg necklace.

"If you get in the crate I'll give it back to you."

"F-fine." That necklace meant the world to me, sure it was a stupid peace of cheap metal. But it was the last thing I had of Wilbur. It symbolized my loyalty to him and L'Manberg.

"Good girl~" the phrase sent chills down my spine as he stepped forward to clasp it around my neck.

His rough hands brushed against my neck as it clasped on. It felt different from the one I had been wearing. I smiled as I felt the worn charm that hung from its clasp.

"I'm doing this for your safety, ok?" He whispered to me as he stepped backwards "now hold up your end of the deal." His smile was soft and sincere as he spoke.

I transformed and crawled into the small crate that sat at the corner of the hall. He shut the door and locked it before standing up and walking towards the elevator.

"I'll be back soon."

With that he stepped on the elevator platform and pressed a button to raise it up.

Word count: 459

An- ok ok it's short... BUT I POSTED TWICE WITHIN THE SAME MONTH (month used as a time frame I know last I updated was in December but it was a week ago) EVERYONE PRAISE ME/j.

In reality I'm sorry it's short that was just a good place to stop it and I don't feel like going in and reading the transcript for the final disk war stream rn... but I've got plans... maybe fun plans... idk but I'll get a kick out of y'all's comments for sure.

(Also y'all this isn't edited again so sorry instead of editing I watched a video on how Donnie from rottmnt is autistic coded I think it was a good use of time lmao)