Dream POV
I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock going off. I don't even really remember why I set my alarm clock. Likely because of my horrible sleep schedule.
My eyes still getting used to the light, I look around my bed and lean over so I could reach my phone. I open up Twitter in spite of boredom. The first thing I see is something Vincent has posted. It reminds me that I haven't spoken to him in a while. The thought of him just makes my cheeks turn a light shade of crimson red. I decided to "joke" around with him. I went to message him, I chuckled to myself as I typed the word out on my phone, "Hello my beautiful french man you look cute today!" it read. He almost instantly started to type back. He replies, "Stop, dumbass!" I chuckled again at the site of the message. "I'm only telling you the truth though~" I argued. Then he said something that hit me like a brick. "Stop Dream, I am not one of your little toys, so stop trying to mess with me like that! Gay Faggot!" it read, I read it and read it over, and over until my eyes were too watery to even see. I dropped my phone on the bed and turned to sob in my pillow. The person I loved the most in this world. I don't know what to do now. He was my favorite person in the world, then he just, snapped and called me a "Gay Faggot!"
Time skip- A few weeks later.(Still Dream's POV)
I have stopped all interaction in the outside world. The only time I will go outside of my room is to get food from my fridge or to answer the door for a package or something. You may ask, "Well then what do you do all day?" I just cry into my pillow, and I don't ever sleep, slowly sinking into the void we call depression.
TO BE CONTINUED
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The Broken Mask
FanfictionThis is Dream6d The overall plot is that Vincent is hurting Dream's feelings without knowing it because he keeps rejecting the "Jokes" he makes, which is his way of flirting. Dream sinks into depression. While this is happening, Vincent gets worried...
