Snowflakes (King Dice x Depressed! Reader) OLD

Fairy Ink

**I'm sorry I'm such a fucking buffoon and made Craig's first name Hunter which is his last name in the last chapter**

//Your POV//

**Dream**

"Let's go in the garden"

I was sitting in a chair, singing.

This wasn't something I do, I don't want to be caught singing.

"You'll find something waiting"

I was old but I still had the same voice as I do now.

"Right there where you left it"

I was strumming to a bass guitar, playing a slow jam.

"Lying upside down"

The room was empty, blankly white actually with only one window showing green plains outside and a brown, oak door.

"When you finally find it"

I had my sweatshirt on, with black stretch pants on, and mint green house slippers.

"You'll see how it's faded"

I was deep into the song, trying to focus on my fingerings of the bass guitar.

"The underside is lighter"

The bass guitar was a faded red, with a maroon neck.

"When you turn it around"

The chorus was coming up so I prepared my voice.

"Everything stays"

Tears were threatening to leave my eyes.

"Right where you left it"

The sun was shining into the room.

"Everything stays"

My voice raised its pitch for the high note.

"But it still changes"

It lowered a little bit, giving a nice atmospheres

"Ever so slightly"

Raised up.

"Daily and nightly"

Climbed down.

"In little ways"

It went to an all time low, showing my deepest regrets in my conscience.

"When everything stays"

Dice walked in, still young and handsome.

He mouthed a few words that were mute.

"What?!" I asked.

"I said, You have to wake up."

Everything started to fade away with his voice repeating the words.

"Wake up, Y/n."

**End of dream (if you didn't know, that was also from adventure time when Marceline was in a poison coma and had dreams of her and Bonibel (Princess Bubblegum) in the Stakes event)**

"WAKE UP Y/N!!" Someone yelled in my face who wasn't Dice.

Dice wouldn't yell like that anyway.

"Huh?...what?" I slowly regained my sight and conscience.

"Wake up, loser, we're going dress shopping," My mother snarled.

"For what?" I hazily asked.

"For your wedding, idiot," She rolled her eyes.