An ode to L'manburg || Dream X Reader

2| The disappearence

~Wilbur POV~

It has been about 3 and a half hours since breakfast, where we discussed the plan to steal weapons from Dream. Y/N just left to start lookout. She's our best warrior so it's absolutely needed for her to distract Dream, the best fighter the DreamSMP grounds have. If she is taken out, we might have a major setback to the war, she is our best chance at winning. L'manburg took her in when she was just 8 years old, I was 12, Tommy and Tubbo were 4. We were young and dumb at the time. We could barely survive. Until Y/N showed up, we were almost hopeless. When she arrived, Dream was 9. I caught him around the outskirts of L'manburg almost everyday trying to spy on us, or Y/N mostly, but didn't know what to think of it because he was only a child. I never told Y/N because I didn't think much of it. everyone else seemed to notice, all except her.

1 hour later

"Mission success! We did it guys!" Tommy shouted setting his bag of weapons on the table we spent so many nights at, eating, talking, and being at peace. Not war.

"Now all we need is for Y/N to meet us back here so we can celebrate!" Tubbo said cheerfully.

"She should be back any minute, then we can begin eating! I signaled her walkie talkie so she knows we are safe and it was a successful mission." I said as I latched my walkie talkie to my leather belt, that held the very tool that saved my life on many occasions.

"Wilbur? It's been 30 minutes and there's been no signal from Y/N. Do you think something happened?" Tubbo asked with a worried face.

"I'm sure she's fine, she's Y/N she always survives." I said confidently, hiding the fear that something bad might have happened. If she was caught off guard and out-numbered, Dream might have been able to defeat her.

As I reassured Tubbo, my walkie talkie flashed and we all heard static, then a hushed voice that belonged to none other then Y/N. My smile quickly faded as I heard what she had to say.

"Wilbur please hep me, I was knocked out and taken captive. I need help, Dream is planning something I know it. And Eret-"

The voice cut out and everyone's faces dropped to sadness, and surprise.

~Dreams POV~

~12 years ago~
I woke up, August 12. I was turning 9 years old. Smelling freshly cooked bacon and eggs I sat up turning to step out of bed and my feet touched the cold surface of the newly put in floorboards. The fabric of my pants becoming twisted due to the friction of the fabric against my bed sheets, instantly falling back to position as I stand up. I made my way to my dresser and put on my favorite green hoodie, my mother gave it to me before her and my father left me in charge of the DreamSMP. I missed them so much, but at least I had George and Nick. (Nick is Sapnaps real name if you didn't know.) I slid my on my blue denom jeans and my combat boots. I took a deep breath, just missing how my mom held me tight, when I was scared, when I was happy, when I needed love. Its been a year since they left, exactly today. They left on my birthday, I dont know why they couldn't have stayed at least one more day. I opened my eyes to taste the salty flavor of a tear running down my cheek, into the crease of my mouth, filling my tastebuds with the pain, the sadness, the abandonment. I took another deep breath, and looked myself in the mirror. I could almost sense my mothers presence, her hands on my shoulders the day she left. I drop to the floor and sob. Not caring who heard, I had stayed strong for so long, I'd had enough. I let out my cries and look to my ceiling. Looking down again, pulling my knees to my chest and huddling my head into my knees, I sob. I let it out, finally. After 15 minutes of rocking my self on the floor, I muster the strength to stand up, I wipe my tears. My eyes red, and puffy, I blow my nose and take one more deep breath, pulling myself into reality. I walk to my door pulling it open, ready to finally have a peaceful day, having prepared everything for today in the past week, I had nothing to worry about. My door opened to a medium sized box on the doorstep. I looked at the neat wrapping, the silk bow sitting perfect on the lid of the pale yellow box. I picked up the seemingly light box and walked back into my room, sat on the bed and stared. "Who could this even be from?" I asked, talking to myself. I began to unwrap the bow, then open the lid of the box, I saw a small index card about the size of my hand, over a thin baby blue sheet of tissue paper. I picked up the card, turning it over as it ascended into the air. I began to read the writing on the card.