What's hidden within (dreamnotfound)

✨ 7 | the tragic world we live in | 7 ✨

Sometimes the person you'd take a bullet for is the one who pulled the trigger.

A/n: stan drista(dreams sister). Period.

11/2/20

Word count:1369

Song inspo: Saint Bernard; Lincoln
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Sapnap's POV

I ran as I tried to keep up with the two figures on the roof, but to no avail. Dream was as fast as ever, even while holding my target who laid passed out in his arms.

I stare angrily as they escape from my grasp and bend down to catch my breath. Dream always ruins everything. It's unfair. I mentally punish myself, repeatedly telling myself that I had failed my savior and the one I owed my life to.

I sulk as I walk back towards the guild's main building in the center of city. This time there's no Daryl or Zak to cheer me up just the eerie shadows that lined the building.

I take a deep breath, tighten my bandana, and walk inside. I nod at the employee working the late hours money shift and walk down a hallway that leads to the main room.

I stop before the large door and click my wrist. Ten. Ten lives now taken by my hand, hopefully this was enough to impress him. I tap once more to make them disappear as I open the doors.

It's dim and gloomy as always, him sitting in his usual thrown with a crooked crown.

"So?" He asks while raising an eyebrow, expectantly. I kneel and report, "they escaped, I tried my best to chase after them but they got to the rooftops"

He shifts, "I expected more from you nick. Especially with your experience as an assassin and your hate for dream, I expected you to do better then this."

My head bends down lower. "I apologize sir." He stands and I know that he's mad. "You do remember why you're still alive right. You remember what that killer did to you, you remember right?" What he did to me.

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Step step step

"Doesn't you're brother ever get on your nerves, my little sister is a pain in the ass." I look at the person next to me as we walk towards home.

"Eh, sometimes, but he's still family, I feel like that's the most important people in these times. I love clay very much even if he does do presumptuous things I'm older so I've gotta keep an eye on him yaknow"

The boy next to me snickers. "Be careful nick. Don't trust anyone, even I could turn on you and kill you right now. Don't forget that."

Alright I won't. Thank you for the wisdom karl. And with that, we part ways, him going to his home, me going to mine.

I hum a tune that I heard somewhere to occupy myself while I walk down the dirt road. I think about what Karl had told me, "even I could turn on you and kill you right now" he would never, right?

He would never, right?

My own family wouldn't kill me either, they provide me with food and shelter, though my parents were to paranoid to form a proper relationship with us they didn't abandon us. I couldn't image them or clay to kill anyone. Especially clay, he's the one I'm worried about the most, he's too innocent and could never harm a sou-

AHHHHHH

An ear piercing scream could be heard from miles away. It comes from the direction I'm heading so I start running. I make it to the familiar sight of home but somethings off.

I shutter as a shiver goes down my spine. I open the front door and go inside to see a gruesome scene. My first instinct is to cover my eyes, but that was a mistake. I retch to the side as the smell of blood hits my nose.

My eyes water as I look again. There was someone there with a scythe maybe 11-12 years old, wearing a stupid smiley face mask that blocked his face. On the floor lay my mother and father bloodied and lifeless.

I silently sigh as I realize that Clay must've gone out again and wasn't apart of the massacre. That feeling suddenly vanishes as I realize the figure is running towards me, blade pointed at my face. I back up, but then someone else comes in.

Another person older then me, proabably 14-15, and he knocks my attacker out. Behind the knew figure steps in an adult, a man with piglike features and a cape, crown, and sword at his hip.

He speaks "you're safe now, and we'll find your brother" I found it odd that he knew the fact that I had a brother or that I was in danger the second before but I trusted these people and follow them as they led me into a new life style, the one of a guild member.

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11 years huh, times gone by fast. "Indeed it has, but that man not only killed your parents but put your brother in that condition. You realize why he must be terminated now, right?"

"Yes I do. But why the other one as well?" I ask wondering why my main target at the moment was George and not dream. "Oh him.. let's just say that he was one of clays nurses that took things too far."

That statement angers me. "Understood, thank you for your time, sir" He sits back down and like always I stand and walk towards the door, a new fire lit within me.

Dreams POV

The unexpected light makes its way to my eyes as I quickly blink, making sure I don't go blind. I sit up and wipe my face, I see George. He's looking at me oddly, but everyone did that so I ignore it.

"Morning" I say trying to lighten the mood. "Hello dream" he says in return.

I scoff. "Ok well let's go." I say non-chalantly and turn away.

"Go Where?" I roll my eyes and turn back to him. "To kick some ass" I laugh as I watch his face contort in confusion. "What?"

"To the guild. We're killing the workers." The atmosphere changes. George's tone lowers. "Dream that's not right, they're innocent.

He lashes back. "They're not innocent. They work for a corrupt ruler weather they know or not they're part of the negative change that the guild is bringing about."

I've never heard such hatred in dreams voice before, it scared me.

"But still, Dream, this is the wrong thing to do." I say trying to defend my point.

"Are you kidding me, George, I thought you were better then this. Wrong? Have you even lived a day in our society. If anything I'm doing the right thing by taken them out."

I just stare at him. "Wait— but you're the bad guy" he's the one who goes around killing people because of this system, so in return he's supporting them, right?

"Huh, you really think so?" I tentatively nod.

"Well, you've got a lot to learn." He turns and starts running across the roof tops. I follow and the whole way is filled with awkward silence.

I see the guild building coming up in the distance and we slow down. I slip on one of the roof tiles and my heart skips a beat.

Dream stops and looks back at me. I hurriedly get back up and once again follow him in silence.

I hate it. I feel like he doesn't trust me anymore. But why am I trying to gain his trust. That never struck me. Why am I trying to become close with the mass genocider of the society. Who knows.

Dream stops as we get the a fence that surrounds the area. "We're going to walk in and pretend like we need to cash in some wrist bands, then after we'll kill the receptionist and then the others."

I nod. "I'll just leave the killing to you.." he nods and we start walking towards the building entrance.

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A/n: apologies for the wait and short chapter. I had an idea with a new story and also got obsessed with a bunch of Netflix shows so :")

But until next time <3