Dream's pov
Ophelia began to walk towards me but stopped just behind her father. Her father was still watching me with a disgusting smirk when Ophelia raised her now clawed hand and tore open her father's back.
"AAAGGGHH-WHAT THE FUCK!!" The man screamed as he fell to his knees. Ophelia walked around to face him and knelt down to his level.
"I'm not your puppet father." She said lifting his chin. "And I never will be." She then shoved him so he fell onto his back and walked over to where her sword had been discarded. She picked it up and made her way back to her father. By the time she had he had sat up again.
"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO OBAY MY EVERY COMMAND!!" He hollered at her as he coughed up blood.
"Not anymore." She said before grabbing him and plunging the sword through his stomach. She then got real close to him and whispered something in his ear before ripping out the sword and watching him keel over. She then transformed back and walked over to me.
"Are you ok?" She asked kindly. I opened my mouth in shock.
"Am I ok? You just killed your father. I should be asking if you're ok." I said, the shock evident in my voice. I then reached into my inventory and downed every healing potion I had. She laughed and held out her hand to help me stand up. I gave her a confused look.
"So...? You're not mad at me anymore?" I asked carefully. She sighed and let go of my hand.
"Nikki helped me realize that it's not worth it. I don't understand why you chose Schlatt over me but I hope you'll tell me one day. For now I just want to live in the moment. I don't want to lose the time I could have with you over a stupid war I never wanted anything to do with." She explained, giving me a reassuring smile.
"I don't deserve you." I said smiling from ear to ear. She laughed before stepping closer to me and lifting my mask slightly.
"You're right." She whispered. "But I love you anyway." She then pressed our lips together in a soft gentle kiss that spoke volumes. She pulled away and flicked my mask down, her cheeks flush. My face was probably just as red, her new outfit not helping, so I changed the subject, clearing my throat.
"What did you say to him at the end anyways?" I asked as I took her hand. My injuries were mostly healed now thanks to the potions so I was able to stand just fine.
"I told him this was for my mom." I gave her a pitiful smile which she returned with a sad one.
"It's over now though so it doesn't matter." She said sighing in relief.
"Well, not exactly." I said pointing to the battle that was ensuing in the heart of Manburg.
"Oh. Right." We then started walking towards the commotion but were stopped by the sound of a glass shattering and coughing. "What the hell?"
"It came from the old caravan." I said pointing to the van that was only a few feet away in the opposite direction of the building we were just fighting behind. "And it sounded oddly familiar." I deadpanned knowing exactly who it sounded like. I began marching towards the door of the van with Ophelia following suit. I then slammed the door open and was met with a disgusting sight. In all his glory, laying in broken glass and what I hope is alcohol, was Jschlatt.
YOU ARE READING
Home? ||DreamwastakenxOC||
Fanfiction"What do we have here?" He said as he crouched down to my level. "Why are you running from l'manburg? Are you a citizen there?" He asked as I stared into the eye holes of his mask. "Who. Are. You." He stated, a little more impatient than before. ...
