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[Inspired by this art by @CarrotA10]
You’re not sure how long you’ve been trapped down here.
The walls are stone, occasional wooden joists holding up the tunnels with rails on the ground, albeit they look old, almost ancient.
There’s dust collecting everywhere, your footprints leaving impressions on the ground and the air is stuffy, moldy and cold, at least when you aren’t close to the pools of lava collecting underground.
Shit.
You turn a corner and find the same marking on the wall you left behind, a frustrated groan leaving you before you kick against the wall and panic is surging in you that you try to turn into simple frustration.
Your stomach is growling, you haven’t eaten in two days now since you fell down a crack in the ground only to awake in this mineshaft.
Mineshafts aren’t unusual, they are remains of old civilizations working for coal and ores, searching for diamonds deep underneath the surface but nowadays they are home to monsters and creatures of the night.
Spiders, skeletons, zombies…
And something else.
Something you’re not sure what it is, but you sometimes can hear steps - they’re not slouching like from the living corpses, not brittle enough from skeletons and not many enough like from a spider.
They are akin to human steps, albeit slow, as if something is prowling these mines somewhere around you - and you hoped it was another human before, but when you called out you hadn’t received an answer.
Sometimes you also find messages on the wall, small drawings with coal of a human figure with what looks like lines coming out of his face, a blank smile…
The messages are different, sometimes it’s just short words noting that this tunnel isn’t leading outside, sometimes it’s frantic scribbling saying there are too many lines and that things don’t make sense-
Writings of whatever person went mad inside this mineshaft before you and they are disheartening to read, the drawings creeping you out so you avoid them usually…
And whenever you hear steps, part of you is both hopeful and scared of meeting the person that left those scribblings, but when you call out they don’t answer to you.
So either whatever it is isn’t human, or it’s not friendly enough to want to communicate with you, but it’s still seemingly searching for you - both options that are scaring you and that keep you from sleeping inside the tunnels.
There is also no food down here, you didn’t find anything yet although you are working on making yourself a wooden sword and a fishing rod to catch one of the big jellyfish.
You just hope they are edible, or that you would find a way out, because so far it feels like you are wandering around since days, drinking the water from the one open cave pond you found and your healing potions are empty because you fell down that deep hole and had to use them to heal your broken legs.
The memory of the pain still haunts you and you shudder as you think about it again.
So far you had been able to avoid detection from any monster, running whenever you hear steps coming closer and when the sun was out, you slept in the open cave in the protective light.
Screaming for help was no use up until now, your voice echoing towards the surface but you are in the middle of nowhere, no one hearing your screams with only a blue sky above you as you lie back down onto the small patch of grass underneath it.
When it would turn dark you would have to try and find a way out again, using the coal you found to mark the tunnels you already walked through.
There has to be a way outside, a railing that lead upwards, stairs, something that would get you outside…
And you fall asleep, hoping that when you wake up some miracle would happen that could save you.
Or otherwise you would be trapped, dying in these mines and maybe you’d turn into one of the many undead that shared the same fate, wandering those tunnels for the rest of their cursed existence.
When you wake back up, it’s because raindrops are hitting your cheek.
First a few soft drops you ignore but they quickly turn to a shower, making you flinch upwards as you freeze and the sun is replaced by heavy clouds, turning everything dark as you quickly take shelter underneath the stone formation reaching into the open cave.
Great.
Now you are hungry, wet and freezing, your body shivering as you take a piece of coal, combining it with another piece of wood to create a torch so you at least had some light in the darkness.
You could already hear spiders shrieking and undead moaning, making your skin crawl even though you try to be fearless.
If you had a weapon or anything to defend yourself you would be way less scared, but you have nothing but some flint and the clothes you wear, everything else dependent on the chests you find in the mineshaft.
“My name is (y/N). I’m 28 old. I’m here since…”, you look at the lines you drew at the wall, the black coal smeared a bit from the rain.
“…since three days now.”, you mutter and draw another line and your memories feel a bit fuzzy because you hit your head when you fell down but you miraculously woke up without any more severe injuries except for that.
Three days trapped in the mineshaft and you lean your head against the cold stone for a moment before you sighed deeply.
And then you see some brown marks underneath the ivy, making you blink as you shift them aside.
…what…
There are lines, similar to yours but they’re not drawn with coal but with what looks like dried blood, the oldest stains almost black, covering almost the entire wall and the sight turns your face pale.
How many are there?
There are too many for you to count but it’s over hundreds of them, making you feel scared because even though those aren’t yours, it meant someone had been stuck down here for so long without ever finding the way out-
The same person that left the messages?
It’s sobering seeing them, a cold feeling setting in and you let the ivy fall back and you try not to loose hope, but it’s hard after finding something like that.
Someone had been stuck here since hundred of days, using their own blood to draw lines…
But three days are fine, it means someone will search for you, you don’t know who but someone surely will notice you are gone because you have the vague memory you weren’t alone.
“Run - (y/N) RUN-!!”
There was…
"̶T̶e̶c̶h̶n̶o̶-̶!̶”̶
…someone.
There isn’t a face in your memories, but a figure, long hair and a sword and something else, something that wasn’t…
“What the…what the fuck did you turn yourself into, D̶r̶e̶a̶m̶?!”
…right.
Something that made you run and fall, that made you fall into the crack on the ground and trapped you in this mineshaft and you could’ve sworn you had equipment because every time you hear noises you involuntarily grab to your hips as if there used to be more than emptiness.
But you don’t have anything except for coal, a few sticks of wood, nothing but to mark the days you spent inside here and to create torches so you can wander the tunnels-
“Hello?”
The sound of steps echo behind you again and you turn around.
They don’t sound like from any mob, they sound like from a human and you know there is something following you and you are tired of being scared of the unknown.
“Show yourself-!”, you demand and hold out your torch but the tunnel is long and pitch black, with the steps slowly closing the distance, one after another echoing from the abyss up to you.
“I-I know you’re walking after me. Did you - did you leave those messages on the wall?”
There is no answer, only steps that come closer and closer and you feel tense because they feel heavy, as if whatever is approaching you is huge, although you are also rather small compared to everything else.
“Hey, why don’t you answer me?”, your voice is shaking no matter how much you force it to stay calm and from the dim light of your torch, a leg steps out of the darkness.
It’s a human bare human foot, with orange pants and as its upper body follows you realize it’s in fact an orange jumpsuit the person is wearing.
And the orange jumpsuit seems so familiar, the fabric partly ripped in some places along the arms, revealing scarred, muscular forearms and the person is tall, at least two heads taller than you-
“A-Are you trapped down here, too?”, you ask him hesitantly and his face and head is still in the shadows, not illuminated by your torch and you want to take a step closer to actually see it-
“I wouldn’t do that, (y/N).”
“̶R̶u̶n̶.̶”̶
How does he…
“Why - h-how do you know my name?”, you whisper and now you take a step back because his voice makes your skin crawl and it makes panic flare up in you, something scratching and clawing at the back of your dizzy mind that wants to warn you, that wants to pull you away-
And this time it’s him coming closer, still with his face in the shadows but you can occasionally see a green glint from the flames weakly flickering and you can hear slithering, something moving in the shadows.
“So wary. Always reacting the same to me.”, the man sounds delighted, in a sadistic way, “I’ll never grow tired of this. C’mon, princess.”
The man leans down, so suddenly that his face becomes visible in the weak flames of your remaining torch and he’s wearing a mask with a blank smile drawn on it, although it’s cracked on one side with a gap showing his face and-
Oh god.
It’s not a face at all, it’s a widened eye and tentacles with teeth and spikes and it’s monstrous, pulsing and slithering as the man stares at you with a green glowing iris and your body is frozen to the spot in sheer terror-
Run.
“Run.”, he says, as if he just read your thoughts.
And you don’t even need to think another second, tossing your burning torch at him and whirling around as you hear him laugh at your reaction, the sound echoing through the tunnels as you start running for your life.
No
“Like a little bunny, running from a fox.”, you can hear his voice somewhere behind you and your heart is beating in your throat because what the fuck did you just see!?
There were tentacles coming out of his face, the small part that you could even see and then his reaction as if he wants to hunt you-
Not only as if, you can hear him chasing you down, his steps quick but nearly not as fast as yours. But you doubt it is because he couldn’t keep up, it feels like he’s staying slower on purpose just to drag the chase out and you’re panting as you run for your life along the dark tunnels, hoping he can’t see much just like you.
Stay away.
Whatever is after you, it’s not human, it can’t be human, you’ve never seen something like that even though it’s horrifyingly familiar, his voice is terrifyingly familiar, so calm but with sadistic delight.
“Already tired, doll?”
You press yourself into a small crook behind a wooden frame, pushing your hands onto your mouth to keep your breathing and whines down because you’re panicking, because you’re trapped down here since three days and this monster is talking and searching for you, it’s hunting you and you don’t know what it’ll do but maybe it eats human and the messages had been from the victims he had before, from everyone that fell down here and met their fate with him-
Save me.
“̶S̶t̶a̶y̶ ̶b̶e̶h̶i̶n̶d̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶-̶ ̶I̶’̶l̶l̶ ̶p̶r̶o̶t̶e̶c̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u-“
Save me…
“̶W̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶l̶ ̶d̶i̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶t̶u̶r̶n̶ ̶i̶n̶t̶o̶,̶ ̶D̶r̶e̶a̶m̶!̶?̶ ̶W̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶d̶i̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ ̶m̶a̶n̶!̶?̶”̶
…save…
“R̶e̶m̶e̶m̶b̶e̶r̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶g̶o̶d̶ ̶c̶a̶m̶e̶ ̶d̶o̶w̶n̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶w̶i̶s̶h̶e̶d̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶a̶ ̶b̶e̶l̶l̶?̶”̶
…me…
“Well, I wished for something else, Techno.”
“…Techno…”, you whisper involuntarily because it’s a memory, it’s a name and a vague face and long pink hair and a protective stance in front of you and someone else he fought-
It’s a broad figure and a red cape, with a skull crown and netherite sword, it’s snow and ice and potatoes and a farm and it’s part of your life, part of your past…
“Found you, doll.”
And then it’s a hand grabbing you and pressing you into a wall, your face hitting stone and something crunching next to your head.
There is a netherite blade stuck inside the stone, just inches away from your head with a hand holding onto it, his other pressed onto the other side and his body is caging you, holding you in place as you don’t dare to look back to see his monstrous face.
“P-Please-“, you whisper choked up because you’re shaking and crying from how scared you are, this monster is going to kill you and eat you and then you’re just one of the cursed skeletons left to wander these mines because he wouldn’t leave anything behind of you-
And you feel one of his tentacles slithering over your shoulder, the mobs and weird fleshy spikes making your skin crawl because they feel slimy and are warm and pulsing like a heart, making you tense up even harder and he could’ve shattered you with one touch.
“My favourite part. Struggling before surrendering.”, he purrs and it sounds so horribly soft-spoken and cruel, his large hands moving to your waist and you flinch at his touch.
“L-Let go-“, you whisper thinly but you can’t move, his tentacles moving down between your breasts as you inhale sharply and suddenly you don’t think anymore this monster is just going to eat you,
“N-No - stop-!”
“So soft. So scared.”, he mutters and the tentacles are pulsing, feeling alive as he shifts your top down almost gently and you want you struggle but his hands grab your wrists, forcing them into your back as he pushes you harder into the wall,
“I’ll never get enough of this.”
“S-Stop - l-let go-!”, you yell out and a gasp escapes you as he suddenly presses his hips into yours and something hard and huge rubs against you, the man groaning lowly, the tentacle grabbing and wrapping around your breasts, the top pinching your nipple as you whine.
“S-Stop - please-“
“Keep begging, doll. I love hearing your voice like this.”, more tentacles start to spread, running around your neck and waist and you don’t dare to turn around as you hear a zipper opening, the hand around your wrists starting to change and wrap around them impossibly and whatever is holding you in place, it feels like it’s getting rid of it’s human shell and the thought horrifies you more than you can even express.
“P-Please-!”, you sob and your pants get stripped off, pulsing flesh wrapping around your thighs and then it’s rubbing against you, sending vile pleasure up your spine,
“Stop - please-!”
“So helpless.”, he shifts his remaining human hand along the curve of your ass, and you can feel his mask on the back of your head as he pulls your panties down, running two fingers between your folds while the tentacle is still rubbing against your bundle of nerves and you’re choking on the pleasure, your body hanging in his grip lifted a bit over the ground because he’s so much larger than you,
“So defenseless. Where’s your knight to save you now, princess? C’mon, call for him. Call for his help.”
He thrusts two fingers inside you and a cry leaves you, both of pain and undeniable pleasure because your body is searing high with adrenaline and fear and he’s arching them and it feels terrifyingly familiar, to have his hands touching you and making you feel all these sensations even though you don’t want to.
“H-Help - me-“, you whine and he’s rough, fingering you open as he goes into scissoring you and he’s violating you and making you feel good with it as if your body is yearning for it, letting your hips twitch into him and another strained moan leaves you as his pulsing tentacles rub your clit harder,
“T-Techno- h-help-“
I’m…
“You’re so tight. All wet for me.”, he picks an even tougher pace, slamming his fingers into you until your mind is blank and it feels like breaking, like he would break you just with his hand alone, the pulsing tentacles playing with your breasts and it feels like one of them rutting between them, pumping up and down and a low groan leaves him as if he’s enjoying it-
“My little doll. Nothing but a vessel for me. Nothing but prey to me.”, the creature rubs harder between your breasts and he’s pulsing, a growl leaving him as he pushes his fingers deep into your heat, making you cum against your will as you cry out,
“Such a pretty voice.”
You choke and sob, feeling how the tentacle throbs and then something splatters your face, letting you taste salt, a deep groan leaving him and you feel sick because it sounds like he just orgasmed and came through this pulsing thing between your breasts and the others are still wrapped around your throat and wrists and on your clit, forcing you through your orgasm and he’s hard against your back, rubbing into you.
“So good for me. All of you just for me. You belong to me.”, it mutters and you don’t know what he’s talking about and you can’t think straight or answer because in the next moment he shoves another tentacle into your mouth, forcing it wide open as you choke and then he pushes it down your throat with another groan.
“Fuck, just like that. All mine to use. All mine.”
“Nngh-!!”
You try to force him out but you’re helpless in his arm and it feels like he’s impossibly deep inside you, letting your eyes roll back and drool because the taste is indescribable and he’s pulsing in your throat, bulging it out as he wraps his human hand around it, but not leaving you empty for long.
“I’m going to feed you, princess. You’re hungry, aren’t you?”, he coos and you’re crying, feeling how he’s lifting your body to line himself up and whatever is about to enter you is way bigger than his fingers, the blunt head of a massive cock pressing into your entrance,
“If you’ll be good I’ll give you my cum. Enough to feed you. I’ll fill you up so good, doll.”
The words horrify you more than anything and you want to bite down his tentacle in your mouth but it’s sturdy, only letting him groan and his cock twitches against you.
“Fuck, it feels good.”, he breathes and then he’s forcing your hips down on him, stretching you brutally as you gag and choke, unable to speak from his tentacle still inside your throat,
“I’ll never get enough of this. You’re so tight, princess.”
Stop
He’s stretching you, forcing himself deeper and deeper until it feels like he’s breaking you apart, sitting deep in your cervix and your stomach is bulging with his tentacle wrapping around your waist, pressing into the shape.
“I can feel my cock bulging you out, princess. You’re so small.”, he finally stops pushing into you and when you’re seated against his hips you can barely breathe, seeing stars and his hips twitch into you, giving you slow thrusts as he acclimates himself inside you and the pleasure is intense, letting your toes curl and eyes roll back, drool dripping down your chin as he keeps thrusting his tentacle in and out of your throat, pulsing just as strong as his length inside you-
And then something hot spurts down your throat, making you swallow and it tastes salty and like his cum and you feel sick because it’s so much but the panting hunger stops as you keep swallowing, the man thrusting into you while cumming into your stomach.
“Just like that. Swallow all of it.”, he groans and he’s holding you so hard you’re sure he’ll leave bruises and tears are running down your face, taking his seed until he stops gushing into you, but he doesn’t remove himself from your mouth.
“So fucking tight. So good for me. Such a good fucking doll for me.”, he mutters, sounding a bit out of breath and his hand is still wrapped around your throat, your legs spread and he starts to thrust harder into you, sending your brain flying as your whole body cramps from the intense waves of pleasure crashing down on you again and again, your throat filled with him and he’s everywhere, in you, on you, behind you, his voice in your head so familiar and terrifying.
So good…
But it still felt amazing, it hurt so much and this monster was raping you but it felt amazing, your body breaking under the pleasure and it’s familiar, it feels good, it feels way too good-
“Nnnngh!!!”
You’re rapidly cumming again, the creature groaning deeply as your whole body tenses and pulsates around him and then he chuckles, choking you a bit and making you gag from the tentacle still inside your throat.
“So fucking submissive. Your mind might forget, but you still remember my body, don’t you? Pretty little vessel.”, he breathes and your hips twitch into him as he fucks you through your orgasm, his pace rough and egoistical but he keeps rubbing you as you’re close to overstimulation, trying to struggle a bit against his touch but it’s useless, “Even if you get out of here, you’ll always want me. Your body knows its Master. Your soul knows its savior. You’re mine. I created you, I saved you, your body, your soul, your everything is mine.”
There’s something feral in the way he says it and you don’t understand the words because another tentacle moves to the back, sliding between his body and yours and then you can feel it pushing into the wrong entrance, a muffled scream escaping you as it starts sliding inside.
Too much
It’s so much, his cock in you, his tentacles and hand touching you, rutting between your breasts and inside your cunt and your ass and throat and he stretches you, the pulsing limb entering you with force despite the slimy surface and you bite down the tentacle in your mouth hard, making all of them throb as he groaned.
“Just like that. I’ll fill all your holes. Fuck you silly, make you addicted to me. So you’ll always have to come back.”, his breath shatters and his motions grow more unhinged, both of his sizes rubbing against each other inside you as he pushes his tentacle into your ass whenever he pulls out of your heat, “So fucking good for me. You feel so fucking good, princess. I’ll never get tired of fucking you. I’ll hunt you down and break you, day after day. I’ll replace every memory you have. Until I’m the only thing you remember, until I’m everything you have left, until I’m your Master, your savior, until I’m your god, (y/N).”
He sounds unhinged, obsessed and dark as he keeps fucking into you, pumping every tentacle in and out of your holes rhythmically despite his jagged thrusts into your tight heat and it feels like he’s trying to devour you whole but he can’t, his cock bulging out your stomach and rubbing against the extra limb moving in your ass and your mind is blank, only filled with him as you hang in his web of pain and pleasure, unable to escape him.
“So good for me. You feel so fucking good for me, princess. I’ll fill you up so good.”
He is using you, pulling your body however he needs it and soon he isn’t standing but pressing you into the cold hard ground, hogging you with his cracked face hovering right above you, pulling the tentacle out of your throat but you could barely gasp for air before he instead pushes his mouth onto yours, the mask only covering the upper half of his face now and you don’t know why he’s kissing you, it feels way too normal and intimate for how horrifying this situation was-
His green eye is still staring at you with a glowing iris, three thick tentacles spreading around it and moving just around your face, touching it and wiping your tears as the man licks your lips, his back arched from how much smaller you are underneath him and his forearms press into the ground above you as he fucks into you to avoid you shifting over the ground from how rough he is.
“So fucking good. Feels so good.”, he grunts against your mouth and you can just pant and yelp for air, his cock bulging out your stomach and the additional tentacle thrusts hard into your ass, hitting some point head on that makes you see stars, your hands desperately clinging to his disheveled hair because he dropped the jumpsuit low and in between your blurry tears and vision you can see a name tag-
Dream.
Dream.
The name…
“What the fuck are you doing here? What do you want from her, Dream!?”
“What I want? What I want from her? She belongs to ME, Techno. She is MINE.”
“You stay fucking away from her, you monster-“
“D-Dream-“, you choke out and his green glowing eye flicks down to you at the name and he doesn’t stop his assault, turning even harder and you gasp for air, trying to keep your head together-
“Dream don’t - don’t do this - we’ll think about something else. Punz and me can get you out someway else - Techno still owes you a favor-“
“It’s the only way. It’s the only way for me. I can’t do this anymore, I can’t stay even longer in here - they’re torturing me, (y/N). I can’t do this even longer-“
“That book already changed you - the power changed you, Dream. Just…just trust us that we’re getting you out of here. Please don’t make another deal.”
“…”
“Promise me. Promise me you won’t sell your soul. I can’t loose even more of you. There’s barely anything left of you anymore.”
“I’m still the same - I’ve got it under control-“
“You’re lying. And you know that.”
Stop…
“Dream - what-“
“…so that’s what you’ve been doing…? All this time - did you just forget about me?”
“I - No, we just had to-“
“I’ve been rotting in this cell, rotting in this prison while you - live a happy little farm life with Techno?!”
“It’s not - it’s not what it looks like-“
“What the fuck are you doing here? What do you want from her, Dream!?”
…Dream…
What did you…
…just turn into…?
“You’re mine. Mine. MINE.”, Dream hisses between clenched teeth and you try to breathe through it, just clutching to his disheveled hair and he keeps thrusting into you, the tentacles wrapping around your throat and forcing your head up as he bites hard into the crook of your neck, making you yelp,
“All mine.”
“Run - (y/N) RUN-!!”
“Running won’t help - I can’t run forever from him- this is my fault - I should’ve freed him, I should’ve - I should’ve saved him-“
“Now is not the time for guilt! He turned himself into a monster - he’s too dangerous to be kept alive-“
I…
“They’re regrowing - I can’t -!”
“Haa…hahaaaa…HAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
…remember…
“I’m a god - you can’t kill a god, Techno! I’m goddamn immortal - I can bring back the dead - it’s OVER for you! ALL of you - this realm is going to be MINE. I’m getting back control of it! Of everyone of you! Who’s going to stop me!?”
…what happened.
“You want me, Dream? Then you’re going to have to follow me.”
“What are you - (y/N) - (Y/N) STOP-!!”
“(Y/N)!”
I jumped.
Into the crack, into the mineshaft deep below with Dream jumping after you, grabbing you and falling with you…
“(y/N) - (y/N) - what did I - what did I do-“
“D-Dream-“, you choke out again but one of the tentacles rush back into your mouth and down your throat and then you’re restraint against the ground, your head dizzy and foggy but pleasure is still searing through you with angry thrusts, your body cramping up underneath him and his breath is ragged.
“Shut up.”, he growls and his glowing eye stares into you like poison,
“Shut up. Shut up. Shut up-“
Dream…
You gag, trying to relax so it wouldn’t hurt as much and the immortal kept pushing into you, pulsing and throbbing angrily and he isn’t talking anymore, too focused on getting closer to his own release and the tentacle holding your wrist down changes back to a hand, his large fingers entangling with yours and as you weakly squeeze it his motion stutters, a low groan leaving him.
And then warmth spills into you, running down your throat as you gulp and swallow and he coats your womb with jagged thrusts, the tentacle releasing itself into your other entrance and he fills you completely, hovering over you with a strained growl, his hand clutching yours so hard he’s almost breaking it as you take everything he’a giving you.
You can feel him leaking back out, his limbs throbbing and pulsating in you and you’re gagging as you can barely keep up with him gushing into your throat.
“Mine. You’re mine. I’m not letting you go again. I’m not letting you leave me again.”, he mutters and collides on top of you, his weight pushing you into the ground and he doesn’t have a heartbeat anymore and he doesn’t have a face anymore, it’s just a green eye left in between the tentacles,
“You’re never leaving me again.”
“Don’t - don’t leave me alone here - Don’t leave me alone in here with Quackity-!”
“I…I’ll come back, Dream. I promise.”
“Dream - what-“
“…so that’s what you’ve been doing…? All this time - did you just forget about me?”
“You’re going to stay with me down here. You’ll stay for all eternity with me here. I’ll just revive you, again and again, piece by piece, make you mine until you can’t remember anything else.”
You can hear the sound of something being dragged out of stone, his tentacle leaving your mouth as you gasp for air and you choke, coughing as you try to form words or sentences or anything because you finally understand what’s happening, where the messages are from, what the dried blood lines next to you on the wall mean, what every extra line on the walls surrounding you means and his netherite sword is hovering over his back-
“D-Dream - p-please-“, you whisper and you should’ve freed him, you should’ve kept your promise, you shouldn’t have stayed with Techno and try to forget about him and leave him in Pandora’s Vault for years and Dream’s soulless eye flicks down to you,
“Y-you don’t have to - I-I’m - I’m sorry- please-“
His human hand touches your face and he’s still inside you and you don’t know how often he did that with you, how often you lost your memories, how often he brought you back, how often he let his anger out on you-
“…I love you, (y/N).”, he whispers and your whole body is trembling and hurting, covered in bruises and blood and his seed and for a moment he sounds almost human, like he used to sound before the book drove him insane-
“…but you didn’t save me. So I’m not saving you either.”
Then you felt a sharp pain in your chest, making you gasp and a metallic taste filled your mouth, Dream plunging the sword straight through his back into your heart and his lips connect with yours for one more time-
“No matter what happens?”
“No matter what happens. I’m coming to save you, Dream.”
…Dream…
I’m…
And then everything turns black.
“You’re going to stay with me down here.”
Dream places your body into the pond of enchanted water, watching it glow as your wounds heal.
“Oh, didn’t you hear? Your little whore got married to the fucking Blood God a month ago or so. Dude got even a bell from god himself as a wedding gift.”
Ha…
“You’ve been sitting in here for how long now? Five years? Six? Damn, that’s gotta be heartbreaking for you.”
Haha…
“She’ll come back…she promised to come back…”
But you never did.
Dream pushes the ivy aside, drawing another line of blood next to the others plastering the whole wall underneath the growth, erasing your coal linings with one of his tentacles-
…already at a thousand…
He pulls the plants back into place and then turns away, disappearing back into the tunnels.
Until the next chase, (y/N).