Chapter 5: Dream's Mess

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(Cross's POV)

"WAIT WHAT!? BOI WHAT DO YOU MEAN DREAMS ABOUT TO DUST!?" Cross said franticly. "Not gonna lie I don't really care if she dusts or not," Night then added. "Same here," Killer added with a shrug. "Oh so Night cares when I want to date his sister and then his sister's about to die and he doesn't give a frick." Cross then thought while rushing downstairs.

"Holy crap.." Cross then whispered. Ink had laid Dream on a couch, now sitting next to her with Dreams head on her thighs, stroking her head. Dream's left arm was missing from the elbow on, she had many cracks and bruises all over, she was bleeding from a few places, and was slowly starting to get fuzzier. Dream was whimpering, "No more, no more" while shaking and crying. Ink was cuddling her and telling her "Don't worry, you're safe now."

(Dream's POV)

"Everything hurts, why can't I see, is it over yet, who's touching me?" These were all the things Dream was thinking. She didn't know why she hurt, who hurt her, or when. All she knew was pain. She just wanted the pain to stop, was that too much to ask? She then felt something warm go down her throat, it felt good. All of a sudden nothing hurt anymore, but then, it all went blacker than she ever could have thought possible.






(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I'M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE, AND RUSHED I NEVER GOT A CHANCE TO WRITE IT YESTERDAY SO I HAD TO WRITE IT FIRST THING THIS MORNING SIUHEGAIOUGOAUGHAOBN FORGIVE ME PLEASEOIGHOagn)

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