Sadstuck! Dave x Reader: Forgetting

Sadstuck! Dave x Reader: Forgetting [Extended Ending 2]

The rest of the dream was fuzzy and you can’t seem to remember anything after that moment but you remember that he was telling you something important. It was so important but naturally, your mind forgets dreams like that. Maybe it will come back to you or maybe that’s the last you will see him. You couldn’t possibly think of the second option so you pushed it away but it kept coming back and smacking you in the face.


You were drooling, just great but appearances don’t matter anymore in this room. Sitting up, you look around in your blurry sleep vision and the lights were dimmed down. Most likely because you went to sleep and couldn’t sleep with the deathening bright lights on. At least they were nice to you since they already knew your story but you hated that they pitied you. You would rather have their hate than their pity. Pity is only wasteful but so is hate. All of this thinking is giving you a headache so you stop thinking about it and try to do something productive or do something at least.


Glancing around, you realize something’s off. There was a new color here and it wasn’t the usual white or black. It was familiar and had a horrible rotting smell. You stand up and walk over to the new substance. It was red. Deep, dark , scarlet red. The color of blood and the color of him. You had to get out of here, you can’t remember. No no no no.


You scream and stumble backwards, letting the tears fall like rain, plentiful and careless. Scurrying to the other side of the room, you realize that the liquid is moving and not just downwards to the ground but all directions, even towards you. It seems to be taking form and you start to feel like time was slowing down, almost freezing to a stop. The atmosphere seems to turn ominous and eerie, like time is coming to an end.


A sense of courage and curiosity overcomes you, making you gradually walk forward. The form finally becomes into shape, seeming grim. A scythe appears and the inhuman creature approaches, towering over you. You felt sick and yet exhilarated, through you never felt these emotions to such an extent. It was too unreal and you cringe under the creature’s presence.


The tall creature only stares, watching you carefully. Hours seem to pass by and it comes to your realization that this was the end. This is it.  Dave.. he must have been talking about this. You wish that he was here to tell you what to do so you don’t royally mess up in front of an godlike figure. Deciding wisely, you choose that only a few words should be said.


“I’m not afraid anymore. You don’t scare me, only being separated from him scares me. Tell me what you want from me so I can be with him once more. Just for a second...” You whimper silently but the figure can easily catch what you said. This didn’t surprise you in the least and he points to the right of him, towards two items that cannot be described from being too far away. You walk over to it warily and sit down, picking up both of the items.


One item was a key with a scrap of paper beside it, in horrible writing. The words spell, ‘Freedom’. The figure didn’t have to explain it to you since it was quite clear to you. It meant that you can escape and live the rest of your life with no more troubles. You’re not sure about how you knew that but it was probably from the higher knowledge of the figure, giving you the information mentally. So he wasn’t going to talk.Fine. Talking didn’t matter anyways, it isn’t needed.


The other item is the memorable pocketknife that you used so many times. Your initials were glowing now, pulsing with life and energy like, it took all the energy out of the blood that it released out of its victims. It was the blade of death and meant a possibility of seeing him. It was your only chance and yet it could not even work too. You could be in another place or something could happen. Stop thinking..stop thinking.Just choose.


The answer was simple and the figure already guessed this by itself. Using the scythe, the creature of death turns you around to face fate. Pulling you close, the figure takes off his notable hood and exposes a head of bandages, making you assume to be thousands of years old. Slowly unrolling his mummy-like bandages, the figure exposes pitch black, raggy hair. The figure gets to the area near his eyes and starts to bring it off. You first see the figure’s thin, half burnt eyebrows that appear to be decaying with the rest of his face. You begin to see the figure’s eyelashes that appear to be the owner of a boy’s.


He slides the bandages away, keeping his eyes closed like he was sleeping. Death brings his eyes open and you try to get a good look at it. What color were they, you don’t remember. All you felt was a shock of being pushed back like nothing else. Looking around, you realize that Death was gone and you couldn’t feel anything around you, not even the ground. The lights around you dims down, turning to black. You were scared but you were ready. You were truly alive. You smile and fall unconscious in the dark, unknown place.