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✧☆Just Let Me Sleep (Forever)☆✧

Summary:
Dream finally escapes, but his thoughts plague him to no end and now he's standing on top of a cliff, confronted by those who he used to call his own.

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Dream's had enough

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Well....angst

Notes:
YOOOOOOOOO

Please, ur comments make me cry

Tw: Sucidal thoughts, Implied/Referenced Torture, and death

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Work Text:

Dream finally escaped.

The wind whipped at his hair and it seemed a little lighter even with clumps of blood weighing him down. He needed to run. He knew this, but his body wouldn’t do more than a few stumbles. He was already sweating like crazy and he felt exhausted . Completely torn out and exhausted.

He knew he should’ve been appreciating the world around him, the way the wind whistled in his ears and the way the grass blades tickled his ankles. He should’ve been plotting for his revenge and even if not that, mending relationships with everyone else on the server.

He should’ve been overjoyed, happy for a new start.

Maybe he’d bake cakes with Niki again, and make the best in town. Maybe he’d hang up streamers along with Puffy or go hunting for berries with Phil. Maybe he’d start learning music again or make a garden, growing one for the entire server to come and eat from. Maybe he’d spar with Technoblade again, making witty responses to the remarks of the other. Maybe he’d play manhunts with Sapnap and George, laughing and smiling like they’d been gifted the sun.

Maybe in another life.

Because in this one, Dream was so fucking tired.

No matter how hard Dream tried to stay hopeful with a hopeless wish, he knew that no one would ever forgive him. Even if he escaped, he was never going to be free . His legacy had built itself up and collapsed at the base and there was absolutely nothing Dream could’ve done about it.

Dream’s limbs ached for a different kind of rest. Not the one that would be solved after an hour-long nap. His mind was fogged up and he couldn’t think properly. His body had fallen out of shape, worse after Quackity had started coming into the cells.

He knew they all hated him.

He didn’t know they’d hate him this much though.

That was never part of the plan.

Dream groaned as he leaned against a tree, blood dripping down his forehead. The sirens had been going on for hours, informing everyone that the prisoner had escaped. No matter what, Dream had promised one thing.

He’d never go back there.

Never again.

He would rather die .

His heart still festered and burned with the wrath of a thousand crows, but Dream couldn’t find the urge to add a kindle to the flame. It just sort of burned there, not extinguishing, but not growing any bigger. Dream sighed as he started back up again, jogging slowly if he could even call it that. He stumbled over his own two feet since his leg was throbbing from the time Quackity had broken it. Even the regen potion made it grow in the wrong spot so now Dream was stuck with it unless someone from the SMP would want to reset it. He highly doubted anyone would.