Adoption Day

This isn't just a game

The idea for this chapter comes from AmberlynGrace. Thank you so much!

Dave's Pov-

        My eyes fluttered open. Did I fall asleep? I don't remember. I looked around me. This wasn't John's house. Where am I? I sat up. I looked down. This was the bed I had when I was thirteen. I was back at my house in Texas. What was going on? I stood off the bed. I don't know whats happening. I walked through my bedroom door, and the whole scene changed. The rest of the apratment was gone. I looked at the scene in front of me. No. It couldn't be. I didn't want to be back here again. I thought this was over. I ran toward the open field. Bro was laying there with the unbreakable katana sticking through his chest. No. This couldn't be real. Bro wasn't around anymore. He went off to god knows where and he's fine. He can't be here. I can't be here. I looked down at his body. It was covered in blood. This couldn't be happening again. I've already seen this. Why is it happening again. Didn't we win? Weren't we all okay? We all came back, didn't we? I don't know. I don't know anymore. I'm back in Sburb. And I know that this isn't just a game.

        I fell to my knees in front of my brother. I don't want to be here. Can't I just be back home with John and the girls and Rose and angry Karkat and Jade and the rest of my friends? "Bro." I whispered his name. I could feel tears wellign up in my eyes. This just isn't real. It was real the first time and it defenitley isn't reall now. It just couldn't be. I couldn't have die on me twice. "Dave." I heard a voice croak out. "Bro?" I looked down at him. He smirked up at me. "You've done good Lil' man. You've done good." He strained his voice to talk. I could hear it. He was fading out fast. "No, don't leave me again! I can't handle it! Please wake up! Bro! Bro!" I screamed at him. I screamed for as long as I could. I kept screaming until my throat was raw. "Bro." I chocked out. He was gone. Gone for the second time. Or the third. It didn't matter. He was gone and he wasn't coming back.

I continued to walk. I was lost and alone as usual. I didnt know where to go next. As I continued to walk I noticed another body. I was afraid of who it would be. I soon reached the body. I knew that white t-shirt anywhere. It was Dirk. Great. Just great. My only other family member that I actually cared about was dead. This can't seriously be happening to me. I crumpled to the ground once more. He was more bloody than Bro. And his head was cut clean off his body. I cried into his chest. This wasn't supposed to happen. The game was over, right? I threw back my head and screamed. I screamed into the night sky. I screamed so loud and so long that I had practically lost my voice. I was terrified. I was being left alone. I hated being alone. No matter what facade I could muster and put up. Even though I was Mr. Cool. Even though I was a Strider. I had always been afraid of being left alone. I hated the feeling and now both of my brothers were dead and there was no trophy to show for it. Yeah, that analogy sucked but I gave it my best. I laid next Dirk for a while just crying and screaming. This was my worst nightmare and I've had my share of pretty awful nightmares but this one tops that cake. I hadn't dreamt about sburb since the first night back from the game. No one had. None of the sburb players had talked about it once we got back. We tried to forget about it and get on with our lives. It was for the best. But now, I was dreaming reliving that awful nightmare that was once supposed to be a fun game for us. A game. That's what it was supposed to be. But it was real. It was very real. And it still is. It is still trying to steal away our lives. Trying so very hard. To steal. Our. Lives.

I moved away from Dirk. The smell of death and blood was too much for me to take. I was covered head to toe in Bro's and Dirk's blood. I continued walking the black road that had begun to appear after I left Bro. What else did this nightmare have left for me. I had already seen both of my brothers dead. What could be worse tha. That? I looked up through the black smoke that had started to form. I could kinda see through it, but it was tough. Slipping off my shades I peered through the smoke. I could make out a blue slab. It was one of the death beds. But whose was it? I don't remember any of the beta players God tier beds being blue. I continue on the path until I reached the bed. I couldn't make out who was laying on top of the bed but the person looked familiar. The black smoke began to clear. As soon as it was gone I looked down at the bed. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw who was lying there. Stabbed right through the heart in the most violent way, laying in a pool of his own blood. The love of my life. The only person that could make my day. The only person I ever wanted to be with. Just laying there not breathing or saying a word. I screamed for the third time in this horrid dream as I looked down on his God tier bed. It was John.

(A/N: I hoped you enjoyed that chapter. Another big thanks goes out to AmberlynGrace for the wonderful idea. Please send more ideas my way. Cause I love hearing them. And don't forget to comment and vote. I'll see you in the next update. Bye!)