Short Stories of the SMP centred around Dream

Split

-Warning! This story hasn't been proofread meaning spelling mistakes will be present and I will not be altering it anytime soon. Second, this isn't finished. Good? Good.- 

"DON'T GO!!" Drista begged, her small hands grasping for him.

"I have to! You'll be trapped in here with me and I can't have that happen!" Dream responded.

The shimmering blue barrier slowly drifted downwards.

"Drista you need to move now or you'll be stuck here too."

"Why can't you come with me?!!"

"Because someone has to keep them from breaking through." Dream pulled her in for a hug. "Nightmare keep her safe until I can find a way to get through." His shadowy counterpart emerged from his shadow. Nightmare's red eyes locked with Dream's. "Please." Nightmare's mouth opened but slammed shut just as fast.

"Fine. You better not die dumbass!" Nightmare growled.

A shy smile spread across Dream's face. "I could say the same to you parasite."

"Oh, fuck you!" The two's bickering ceased when Drista's sobs grew in volume.

Pleading forest green eyes broke Nightmare's resolve. "Come on Drista, we need to get moving."

They just made it through, the swarms of low-class demons bolted towards the slow closing barrier only to be stopped by Dream. Sword in hand, he sent them a soft smile before they were sealed off forever.

Searing hot walls contained her. Her body boiling itself from within, her veins leaked blood slowly drowning her in it. Nightmare sat snuggly in the opposite corner. Watching Drista carefully waiting for her command or Quackity's arrival. Fingers knotting together and then unravelling themselves all over again. A pattern he found calming amongst the frequent pain inflicted upon him by that deranged mortal.

Softly speaking over the popping of lava. "We need to talk about the elephant in the room." He began, fingers unhooking themselves to rest firmly in his lap.

Drista's head shifted, she glared at the demon beside her. "There's nothing to talk about." She scowled shifted her gaze back to its original position.

"We both know that's a lie." Nightmare responded, shifting his position to face away from the grouchy teen. "My magic is running out, and I can't rely on your source because it would kill you. You need to get out of here now! Before I'm unable to protect you anymore." Red eyes met the black beady dots of the mask. "Please, Drista! Let me do my job."

Nothing was spoken. Matted white-streaked hair draped itself over her drooping head. "I won't lose you too." Her quiet voice echoed within the enclosed space.

"You have to let me go Drista, I can't have you dying on my watch! You know he wouldn't want this."

"I don't care what he'd want or think, he's not here!!" Drista snapped back, arms flailing around her. "He wouldn't want either of us to die! So, stop acting like him and for once be FUCKING selfish!! For once be yourself, not a copy of him"

"Drista..."

"DON'T!"

The screeching of gears warned them of Quackity's approach.

"Hello, bitch! Who ya talking to?" Quackity's sinister grin sent shivers down Drista's spine.

"No one." She calmly replied, smoothing down her nerves as he continued to approach her.

"Hm." Pausing centimetres away from her, "So, what will it be today? The sword, the axe or maybe the shears?"

The swirling of the pixels told me I was entering a new world.