Chapter 7

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POV: 3RD PERSON IN DRE DREAMS

"Just say that you hate me!" A brown haired boy with googles said. 

"No, George- I don't hate you-" 'Dream' said. 

Dream didn't know what was going on, he felt older and so tired. He was the person George (?) was yelling at.

Before anything else happened he stood saw a certain someone being killed. Wilbur. He was older, but it was Wilbur. Philza had a sword stuck pericing though Wilbur, killing him. 



Then more memories...

"Awww, you look so weak here at my mercy, Dreamy," Quackity cooed, digging the knife into Dreams skin

More.

"S-Sammy....plea-please...hung-hungry..." Dream begged, his voice broken. 

"What do you do to deserve it, huh Dream? Go to hell,"

More. 

"You killed him, Dream. You killed Ranboo," Techno said, staring at Dream. 

"Tech, I d-didn't mean too- I c-can bring him back, I-I swear," Dream quickly said. 

"Do it and leave Dream. You've caused so much damage already,"

More. 

"Please, Wilbur-" Dream started. "This is stupid, I gave you independennce but you keep starting wars and-"

"Shut up Dream, I can't believe anything you say anymore, you mapuilative tryant,"

More. 

"Schaltt please-" Dream starts, before he earns anthor hit. 

"Oh, just shut up," A drunken Schaltt said, hitting Dream again.

More and more and more and more and more. 

They hated him, but what did he do? What did he do? What did he do? What did he do? What did he do? What did he do?..

And then the last memory came. 

"They all left you, Dream," A honey-coated voice said. "But I didn't. I care for you unlike everyone else."

Dream feels himself pulled into a warm embrace, it felt so safe. A hand stokes his hair, Dream subconsciously leaning into the tonch. 

Present Dream felt an uneasy feeling about this person that he couldn't see, as if his mind is blocking the person from view for his safety.

"Don't worry....we'll take good care of you, Dreamy,"




When Dream woke up, he was alone, frightening him. Just before he yelled for Techno or Wilbur or someone, he remembered his dream. Or would it be a nightmare? Or a flashback?

They hated him. 





The SMP knew something was wrong with Dream. He was alone and quiet, and hated the physical contact.

"Dream," Fundy said. 

Dream flinched and looked up at Fundy. Not saying a word.

"Come on, Schaltt wants to talk to you," Fundy said in a soft voice. 

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