The Cost Of Power

The letter

Lmao imagine taking months to update because you're a little bitch who has a breakdown everyday. Definitely not me. What are you talking about? Anyways here is the letter and Dreams reaction bc I need to update. New chapter coming tomorrow.

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POV: Dream

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Dear Clay,

I have entrusted my sister to deliver you this letter in the event that I do not live to see you again. Hopefully you are in good health and the facilities are treating you well. If not then kick their asses. I know you can if you got my personality. I'm not going to lie to you Clay; I feel a little weird writing this. But I don't care. As long as you stay safe and make friends then you'll (probably) be fine out there in the world.

By now you've probably heard about how I died or why we haven't been able to see each other  until now. I hope it wasn't too bad. You might be wondering why you don't have a letter from you dad. it's because he passed away a few months before you were born. he was so excited to meet you and teach you how to use your power and how to cook food. I can't cook, I'd burn the house down. But boy could he make a mean mushroom stew. 

Anyways I'm running out of space so just know that your father and I love you very much and will always love you. No matter the person you turn out to be.

I love you Clay.

Sincerely, Elora Wastaken

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Tears pricked at his eyes. His mother and father were gone before he even had any memories of them. He was angry that he could remember being taught to say "I'm not a killer" with a straight face than being taught how to ride a bike by his dad of how to pick fashionable clothes from his mom or even have a little quarrel with any siblings he might've had. But he was a little glad he didn't get the chance to make those memories. He couldn't even comprehend how much more painful it would've been for his parents to get to know their child only to have them stripped away from them- never to be seen again.  

His aunt must've noticed the tears starting to rolling down his face. 

"hey, it's ok bud. She lived a pretty good life and was surrounded by people who could help her." He looked at the pink haired lady.

"They didn't protect her well enough. If someone was just there that day she could still be here! I'D STILL HAVE AT LEAST ONE PARENT LEFT!" He buried his head in his arms. He let the letter fall to the ground. He didn't care anymore. He just wished he could've been there to save her.

Why do I even care...? I never met her. She had no part in my life besides giving it to me and look where I'm at now. Not going to school and throwing pencils at the ceiling, not getting my first job, not even asking my crush out to prom. Instead I'm at a this bleak facility with 3 friends and a long lost aunt I've known for an hour...

His aunt sighed and stood up. "I have to go but you can always ask the site manager to schedule for me to come visit you." I tilted my head up to meet her gaze "But that might be in a while- I have some business in north Korea for the month."

"Oh, ok. I'm sorry for my outburst. It's not your fault. You're the only family I have left." He picked up the letter and put in in his pocket.

"Ma'am we really need to go now. We can't be late." A person in a black vest and helmet stood behind his aunt. 

"Alright." Was all she said as she turned around and left the room.

Don't be sad Clay. You'll see her again. She'll tell you more stories and she can meet George and Sapnap. You'll see her again in no time.

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Little did I know...

I'd never see her again.

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Wow look at that. The future Dream is here. So creative me. Lmao my will and motivation are the mental equivalent to those 3 year olds that need to be kept on backpack leashes at the zoo.