DT/LOST AU

5 - living nightmare

dream on the other hand, was still on the mountain. he was cold. it was dark. mobs were out.
he was scared.
but he wanted to go out.
he had a wooden sword, an axe, and a pickaxe. he also took his jacket off to cover the entrance of his so called 'house', but it wasnt that effective.
"fuck it." he told himself.
hesitation hit him as he looked out of his small engraved hole in the mountain.
zombies, skeletons, creepers, spiders.
everywhere.

but to his delight, he saw a bright light from the forest.
and smoke. coming out if chimneys.
a village.
"yes! oh my god, okay. i just need to get past..." he looked at thousands if mobs surrounding him.
"oh god." he got out of the hole he made.
he had torches, weapons, and coal.
he was fine.
he was gonna be okay.

the blonde boy took his hoodie, wrapped it around his waist, and decided to just book it. he had nothing to lose.
he ended up hiding behind trees and running. he luckily, wasnt spotted.
he went to the village and looked around to see if any houses were empty.
but as he was doing so, he felt the most terrible pain in his arm, it was a force of a sharp object that hit his bicept.
his reflexes immediately looked in the direction.
"what the hell?!-"

an arrow in his arm.
just then, his arm felt heavy.
it was a tipped arrow.
no skeleton to be seen, but a tipped arrow.
his hand shook furiously as it went limp.
he needed to just, find a house to stay in.

he knew he had to be quiet, to not attract mobs.
he went into what seemed to be a blacksmith, shut the door, and let out a painful mix of a scream and a groan.
"FUCK!" he yelled, his hand and forearm shaking.

he knew what he had to do.
take out the arrow.
it shouldnt be that painful... or hard...

yeah. not at all...

he grabbed the arrow and tried to pull it out.
it hurt.
a lot.
the agonizing pain that he felt when he ripped it out the arrow was unbearable, but he had to do it quickly.
he let out a painful scream, but his grit teeth muffled it.
"shit..." he dropped the bloody arrow.

hot, thick, blood ran down his arm and stained his white shirt.
he sat against the wall and put his hand on his wound.

luck wasnt on dreams side today.
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