Broken- DreamNotFound/ Gream

Chapter. 1

Dream:

"Arise warrior. Prepare for The Massacre."

Dream blinked awake, his brain going from foggy to alert in seconds as he sprung up, landing lightly on his feet, fists raised.

"Who are you?" Dream turned in a full circle, his eyes roaming the bare and empty box he had awoken in. "Where am I?"

No one answered him.

He reached up to rub at his eyes, thinking this was just another trick his friends played on him, when his hand met something other than his skin. He drew his hand back like it had been shocked, then gently reached out and touched the smooth surface of a mask, covering his face. His eyes caught a glint of light, and spinning to face it, he saw a tall man standing directly across from him, his face covered in a white smiley-face mask.

Wait, that was him.

The small light coming from a torch mounted on the side of the wall was reflected from the mirror and onto Dream's face, making him squint. The person in the mirror was undeniably him, same height, same build, same hair, wearing a green hoodie, but something was off. The reflection's eyes were wild, like some kind of hunted animal, not at all what Dream thought he looked like.

"So, this is what the great Dream does in his spare time." A voice echoed behind him, a familiar voice. "Sits and admires himself because no one else will."

Dream whirled around, swinging his fist to punch the speaker, but his hand only passed through thin air.

"Is this really how you greet me?" the voice laughed, and Dream snarled whirling to face the voice. "I though you were better than that, Clay."

Dream turned to the glowing blue hologram, his eyes narrowing in disgust and hatred as he crossed his arms and stared at the hazy figure.

"Schlatt." Dream almost growled, the anger poured into one word heightening the tension in the room. "Nice to see you too."

"Don't anger me, Dream." Schlatt warned, a small smirk sliding onto his face. "I'm your life and death in this arena. I could kill you without even breaking a sweat."

"Keep telling yourself that." Dream snarked back, ignoring the part of his brain screaming that this was a bad idea. "You've said you could kill me before and guess how many times that's come true. None. You've sent people to do your dirty work, and I've beaten every single one of them. Good luck trying again."

Schlatt was silent for a moment, and Dream waited with bated breath for his next move, thinking Schlatt would just kill him now and be done with it.

"I will kill you in the worst way possible, Dream." Schlatt warned. "Just you wait. I will end you."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that." Dream smirked as Schlatt glared at him as the hologram faded, and the blue light disappeared.

"Oh, I just messed up so bad." Dream slid down the stone wall, sitting so his face was in his hands. "I'm so stupid."

He'd probably just signed his death warrant. Well, what the hell.

He wouldn't go down without a fight.

~

Time passed agonizingly slowly, and Dream was almost about to give up on escaping his cell. The one door that Dream could see was locked, and it wouldn't break no matter how hard he kicked it, punched it, or ran into it. He could already see bruises forming on his hands and shoulder from where they impacted the door. His mask was clutched loosely in his hand as he played with the little elastic band used to keep the mask pressed to his face. He rubbed his shoulder ruefully, regretting even trying to ram the door down, when a loud knock echoed from the outside.