The scraps of our world. Sanscest multiship

Attack and attached

Blue and Dream had successfully gotten items; Blue even found excess space from the backpack given by Bullet, to place some unopened cans of food. Dream seemed very dazed, just a bit out of it.

Blue didn't know how to help so he just kept quiet, looking out for the two of them.

Dream seemed really distracted but then Blue found a fluffy jumper; it was a pale golden with fluffy inner layer and had a pale blue hood.

Dream happily - albeit not as happy as usual but it was a step in the right direction - put it on, it covering over his usual grey shirt.

Dream had a black belt which held his bat, a grey shirt with yellow seems and brown baggy trousers. He usually had a pair of faded golden trainer on but today it was a pair of brown walking boots.

Blue found a fluffy blue-grey blanket which was happily stuffed into his bag. With all found, Blue pulled Dream back down the path.

Dream anxiously tilted his head every few seconds, a paranoid look in his eyes.

The sun was beginning to set but that wasn't a worry, they could get back early and check on Fin and Bullet.

So Blue dragged Dream along, keeping them on a set path. No matter how much Dream looked around, no matter how Blue's neck was prickling, they would get back. Safely.

Blue kept going, all he knew was that his brother was waiting for him; he wouldn't let fear take over, for Dream.

His only motivation was to get home safely, with Dream and Fin and Bullet. He knew them and nobody deserved to be hurt.

Just as Blue thought he was safer, determination setting its place, they heard a loud shot. A similar one to a bow and arrow. A whimper shortly following.

Dream froze, he was shaking. Blue paused as-well, turning to find Dream already running towards the noise.

"DREAM!?" Blue screamed, feeling himself cool with terror. Dream was still running off, he turned through a small alley way between collapsed buildings.

"Shit!" Blue cursed, rushing after Dream. "Dream! You can't run after a loud foreboding shot?!"

Blue followed closely. Brushing past corners. Colliding with dead ends. Never wavering after his best-friend. Dream was still ahead. Blue closely in pursuit. Fuck... Fuck. Fuck, fuck, Fuck!

Dream suddenly paused. Blue running into him causing them both to crash to the floor. Dream landing in the dust whereas Blue landed on top of him, yet Dream didn't seem worried.

Blue opening his eyes - not realising he had clamped them closed on impact and instinct - glancing around a clearing. He didn't recognise it although there was many land marks to make it familiar.

The clearing had mountains of objects, food, medical supplies, clothing, electronics. Piled meters high until it looked like a field of loot. It was like a storage building just less organised and no shelving. There was no definite way out except another passageway but even then there was something else describing the scene.

The same whimpering was sounded past the mountain of storage, this time the splatter of blood grew louder and finally a loud voice. It was clear what was being said.

"We are a resistance, we work together. The Cursed, the City, the Survivors; they don't want us. They think of us as weak." They had a tone of authority to them, it sounded as if they were walking and presenting an idea. "But as a community, that means we need to be honest and trust each-other. Trust isn't this, trust is believing one another and not reporting to a city. They laugh at us, while we scream!" They seemed emotional.

Dream signalled for Blue to climb up the items, a clear set of boxes which looked secure enough. Dream lead the way as Blue nervously followed.

The boxes were secure, they held up amazingly as Dream pulling himself to be peaking above the peak. Blue soon stood by Dream, looking over the wall to find many people - around their age - crowding around a girl stood on a metal stage. Two people were knelt just by her feet, eyes lower to the floor guiltily, then one was laying down; blood seeping into a puddle around their body. She wandered around the stage, moving towards one side to another; pausing at a barrel before reaching in a grabbing a new arrow, spinning the ammo between her index finger and thumb.

Blue put his hands over his mouth, glancing to Dream with concern; Dream had a similar look except he seemed more invested in the situation.

"Anyone else a traitor?! Anyone else want to be like them, back to the experiments?! If you go against us, then you're as bad as them!" The girl shouted, holding a cross bow pointed at the nearest person to her. They let out a choked sob, their body hitching with fear.

She looked down towards the other, a frown across her face. She pulled out the arrow before loading the weapon, "I didn't want to have to do this, why would anyone actively try to kill? You didn't do anything to me personally but it felt like it, you harmed everyone. You caused all of us distress and now you believe to not be punished?"

The person knelt - had short hair with a black tank top on - sobbed out, their head moving to look at the guy. "P-pleASE! I-g-I'm soRrY-! K-killer, Do-n't!" They cried. The girl reacted to the name, 'killer'.

They screamed as Killer's cross bow clicked, the weapon swiped up to have the arrow tip connect to their temple. Killer looked almost bored, moving the weapon away and walking about a meter away. She posed the weapon back to threatening her prey; her arm straight and her eyes closed only to have them open on her target.

"She not going to do it... right?" Blue asked, looking over to Dream. Dream looked interested, too interested to respond.

Everything paused with anticipation, the weapon held securely. Blue glanced around; there was another on the stage, sat on top of a box and had their legs crossed. A big grin shone.

Finally, a click echoed quietly; the arrow shooting right into it's target. The target fell to their side on impact, a mild squish grew as blood slowly pooled.

Killer turned away, looking toward the other on stage for reassurance. Her sleeve was pulled over her hand to wipe the weapon.

Suddenly, Dream tapped Blue. Blue almost jumped out of his skin, glancing to Dream before seeing him quietly point towards the opposite direction.

Someone with a large hood was slowly walking - very confidently - the opposite way, they flicked a match onto the floor while wandering. Their black trench-coat caught up with the main-character like vibes so flicked in the mild breeze.

The match lit a small length of string, the fire crawling along it like a snake. Suddenly it disappeared behind a pile of bricks, reappearing just behind the audience of spectators.

Dream must've realised before Blue because he pulled Blue down, there was silence for a second. Then. A large rumble and pounding of his ear drums. He felt his heart pull, his head ache and his legs shake. Dream pulled him closer, the two supporting themselves together.

Screaming and crying entered his ears just after they broke the tension, Blue glanced over the mound to find chaos, the two on stage committing murder had ran off with a group of around 10; the knelt was already running down the path which the guy who started the who situation went.

Blue took it upon himself to drag Dream out of there. Before anyone spotted them.

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The two were escorted back with there original group, Blue anxiously glancing to Dream every few minutes and Dream stared down. It was too much of a night to do anything else.

So Blue crashed into his bed after tucking in his younger brother.