edith343redwood
When Greek mythology crosses with members of Dream SMP, how will everything go? Will Dream be happy? Will any of them, find what they were looking for?
"Dream?" George called, his voice thin and frail as he knocked against the door nervously, "Dream, can I come in?"
No reply. Worry ebbed at George. His best friend hadn't spoken in hours, locking himself up in his room. Given, it'd only been a few days since Hestia passed, but this much silence from the green boy didn't make sense. Faintly, he could make out breathing, almost hyperventilating.
To his horror, he found his best friend slumped on the floor, a blade in his hand. The blade was littered with blood, and small cuts surrounded his wrists, dripping with blood. A squeak of surprise grasped its way out of his mouth. "Dream, what did you..."