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✧☆I Don't Know How To Live Anymore: Part 2☆✧

Notes:
THEY ARE BACKKKK

but prepare urself for angst

You asked for it. And I give :)

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~Chapter 2: Home?~

Chapter Text:

Dream drifted in and out of consciousness the entire ride. When he did wake up, he kept his eyes squeezed shut. He could hear someone’s heartbeat and he felt being shifted around, cuddled close to someone’s chest, but he didn’t dare open his eyes in case all he would see was the purple obsidian and fiery red lava surrounding him. He was scared that everything was just a dream, a wicked mirage of his mind. The cool rain splattered on his face like small kisses from the server.

Was it?

“...Almost here…” Someone said,

“...Hold on for a bit longer…” Another voice chimed in.

They seemed calming, like spirits floating in the rain. Dream felt the voices lull him to sleep. The thrumming of someone's heartbeat felt like a lullaby.

And Dream closed his eyes.

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White? White room? 

Dream blinked once, twice? Everything was white. The walls were white, the sheets surrounding him were white. Dream blinked again.

No…

The walls were a pastel green and his sheets were cream-colored. He blinked again, noticing the multiple picture frames hung around the wall, displaying Phil, Tommy, Ranboo, Technoblade, Wilbur, and Tubbo huddled around each other with different poses each and every time.

The first one to disappear was Wilbur, a huge hole in the new photo. Tommy looked older, two scars noticeable.

The second one to disappear was Tubbo. Now, Tommy along with Phil’s eyes looked sunken, half-dead, and just fucking tired. Tommy had a few more scars and Technoblade didn’t have a smile.

The third one to disappear was Tommy, another black hole in the picture. Ranboo was looking at the ground and Philza looked like he was going to cry.

The fourth one to disappear was Ranboo, leaving Philza and Technoblade by themselves in awkward spacing.

The last photo on the wall was just Philza, his wings hunching over, almost hiding him from the rest of the world. Everyone else was gone.

Because of him .

Because of Dream.

He’d ripped yet another family apart.

Did he?

Dream let out another sob, curling his legs towards his chest and his arms around his legs. His nails dug into his skin, now bare. Where was his orange jumpsuit? Dream had never ever felt so exposed in his life. His skin was littered with criss-cross marks and Sir’s cruel smile. Scars were everywhere. Dream looked at his arms, unable to find a single spot untouched by scars, burns, or bruises.

They looked horrible.

“You’re up?”

Dream whirled around, his eyes landing on Philza. Philza Minecraft. The top of his straw blond hair was covered by a green and white striped bucket hat. Dream’s eyes met Philza’s bright blue ones. They held a striking resemblance to Tommy’s. Tommy . Dream curled in closer. He wished his limbs would fold in closer and closer until he’d become the wall, slinking back, forever invisible.