Schlatt POV:
I strike him right between his ribs. I walk towards him, but I am ushered away.
I hear crying in the streets when I return home. Many tell me I need to hide. They say Fundy and George we're by his side when he died.
Death does not discriminate. It takes anything between the sinners and the saints.
History will see me as the villain, paint a picture that is simply not true. When Dream aimed at the sky he might have died, but I am the one who paid for it. I survived but I paid for it.
I guess I am just too young and blind to see, the world was wide enough for both Dream and me.
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Away From The War ~ A Dreamnotfound Fanfiction
Short StoryIn a secluded luscious garden, far far away, two boys have their first interaction. They find their safe place within each other, a place away from the violence and blood shed. Away from the war. WARNING! Technoblade is used in this story. I underst...
