My Son {Mcyt, Alt. Traitor Au}

Wilbur's Letter and His Sons Realization

"Dream."

"Fundy."

It's was the middle of the night, and maybe Fundy was starting to regret his choices. By no means did he want them to be hurt, by no means he intended to do wrong, but that was before and this is now. Now is where things change, where everything finally pushes forwards. Finally.

"Bad news."

Fundy felt his chest constrict at the words, his own getting stuck in his throat.

"Wilbur knows that I'm digging around in his men."

"How?"

"Eret."

Fundy frowned, "Yes, I can see why."

"What?" Dream stepped forwards, his face glowing in the moonlight.

"Eret has been up my ass for the past few days, he's starting to suspect me," Fundy nearly took a step away from the other man, fear fogging his eyes, chest, and body. Fear of the man in-front of him, fear of the men behind him at home. He feared everything around him.

"I wouldn't expect any less from him," Fundy could hear Dream snort from under his mask.

"What do I do?" Fundy was desperate, sooner or later Eret will find up. He had already confront him nearly a few days before this night.

"Stand by. I will come for you later," Dream put a cold, gloved hand on Fundy's shoulder, "There is something I must do. If you protect them, you will gain their trust and they will never suspect anything."

Fundy took a long breath in, try to calm his nerves -which were off the walls and pulsating with anxiety-, "Yes."

"Good."

Fundy swallowed thickly as Dream patted him on the shoulder and pushed by him. The lingering feeling of Dreams gloved hand was like a stain, a stain and a reminder that he was stuck in this predicament. There was no way out now, no time for any regrets and no time for any hesitations. This was his life now, he was no longer the son of the greatest general to command an army. He was no longer a man of L'manberg, he was a traitor. He is a traitor. There is no going back.