An ode to L'manburg || Dream X Reader

4| The betrayel

A/N- daily reminder that I love you :)
Also I thought the fanart above was really cool 😎.

~Y/N POV~

I watched the floor under me move. Up and down, up and down. Over and over. The scene repeating in my mind, getting thrown over Dreams shoulder like it was nothing. Seeing the hope, feeling free again, only for that to be torn away faster then it had before hand. I let out a sigh and continued to see the oak floor move correlating to Dreams movements as he walks. I rested my head on my hands, elbows on Dreams back. I let out a sigh, I'm so done with this shit. I thought to myself.

"And thats 2 days in timeout." Dream said.

"What?" I asked.

"You heard me." He said annoyed.

I put my elbows down and just hung over him, realizing I said that out loud. I grunted with a dirty look on my face.

"Timeout? Seriously, what are we, 8?" I asked him.

"Well right now you're acting like it." He replied.

"Okay dad." I said rolling my eyes.

"Knock off the attitude." He said, low and protective.

"Or what?" I asked. "You gonna put me in timeout?" I asked, mocking him.

"I'll do worse." He smirked

"And what would that be?" I asked as he set me down in a chair in what I assumed was his room.

"I'll take Tubbo. And I'll kill him." He said twisting his lips into a pshycotic smile.

This shut me up. I looked to the ground, not wanting Tubbo, or anyone to get hurt. I tear dropped down as Dream set me in a chair positioned facing the door, but buried deep in the corner.

"Why don't you just kill me? You seemed to be fine with killing GOD DAMN TUBBO. So what makes me so special? Why protect me? Why help with my wounds? Why? ANSWER ME GOD DAMMIT!" I screamed at the male, facing the wall opposite me. He turned around to see tears streaming down my face, knees tucked to my chest, crying into my hoodie. He looked down at the pathetic excuse of a warrior. I had too many emotions to be able to fight. I couldn't contain myself, I was a wrecking ball. Swinging recklessly, not having any control as to what I do next. How could I of ever thought I was worthy to fight. To fight in the name of my parents, in the name of my siblings. In the name of my family. In the name of L'manburg. This thought only made me cry harder.

The male turned around and slowly walked over to me, put his thumb under my chin lifting my head to look at him. I tried to fight it, but couldn't find the strength. He looked into my defeated eyes, almost feeling sorry. The male kneeled down to my level and began to lift his mask. I looked to him, intrigued. The mask is now set on the floor, the man looked me in the eyes. His green eyes, staring back at me. His dirty blonde hair, now draping over his eyebrows.

He just looks at me.

I close my eyes, not able to face my enemy anymore. I looked a mess, my still bloody hands, tears streaming down my face, scratches on my face from branches I tried to cut but failed to. My white undershirt now covered in dirt and blood, from all the events of today.