remake of the dreambur book-

Chapter one.

Dream was running, he was running as fast as he could away from the main smp, he had escaped prison and needed to get out of there before he was caught again, he would rather live in the woods then ever go back to the prison, much rather not endure quackitys torture either..

Dream didn't look back once as he ran, bare feet digging into the soft dirt and leaves, some sticks and twigs snapping under his feet and even cutting up him but he couldn't care less, he had no idea where he was headed but it was good enough for him

Exhaustion slowly crept up on him, gnawing away at the adrenaline and stamina of his, forcing him to eventually slow down, he leaned against a tree for much needed balance before his fest give out and send him to the cold forest floor underneath his rough and dirty feet but eventually that would give out, he took a breath and began walking, he didn't want to stop, not now atleast but lady luck wasn't on his side today.

Dream finally came to a stop, collapsing to the ground out of pure exhaustion, the last thing he saw before darkness took over his vision was a figure stood over him, why hadn't he heard them coming? Just please don't let it be quackity or Sam who had come to take him back to that cursed prison, he would rather not then go back there at this point!

Well.. He will see when he wakes up, let's just hope fate takes a toll and keeps him safe, away from Sam and quackitys grubby paws..

(CHAPTER ONE, SORRY ITS SHORT BUT IM STRUGGLING WITH THE WILBUR DRAMA. What wilbur did was disgusting and I feel so bad for shubble, I no longer support wilbur but I will listen to his music because it's not too hard for me to separate the art from the artist, thank you and hold on tight my lovely 4-5 readers :] )