Why!?

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TW: Mentions of Dream manipulating you, yelling at Ranboo, Michael being scared. Not being able to control yourself, feeling way, way too cold. 

I beg you, I beg you SO MUCH, please listen to Fallen Down (the video above this) while you read the story.

It will help set the mood, so PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, I BEG YOU, LISTEN TO IT.

Please. 

A/N in the mood for some angst. I don't have a plot line for this, so stick with me, but... good luck.

And, we are not Drista.

This is probably going to be a very confusing chapter...

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Your eyes opened, fear coursing through your body as you felt something... anything, tug at the handcuffs that held your hands tight together.

You had done nothing wrong. 

Nothing... right? 

You had just followed orders.

He had told you what to do.

But he didn't seem like... himself.

"W-Who..." You breathed out softly, eyes still trying to adjust to the dark room.

You hadn't been moved to the actual prison cell, and you didn't think you were going to be moved to it.

After all, your brother, Dream lived there.

Less lived there, more was kept there. 

"Someone." The person who was trying to set you free answered, but you yanked yourself away from them.

Even though you couldn't see you still had a sense of where they were. 

"Tell me who." You whispered, voice now more steady as you woke up more and more by the second. 

You had just followed his orders.

He said that it would be safe.

He said that you wouldn't get in trouble.

You trusted him. 

You started shivering.

It was so cold... it was so, so cold. 

Even though you were wearing so many layers, so many jackets, it was still so... so cold. 

"Are you cold?" The voice said softly, a comforting tone in it. They ignored your question, and you could feel them move towards you.

You scooted backwards, back hitting the wall. 

"Who are you. Tell me. P-Please." You said once again, asking the same question, trying to not sound scared.

But you really were.

You were really, really scared. 

You had trusted Dream, after all, he was your brother.

You had grown up with him.

And yet here the two of you were, in prison, one insane and the other scared.

"Are you cold." The voice said again, ignoring your question like they had previously and asking you the question you had ignored.

"Y-Yes. I'm so, so cold. It's so cold. I'm so cold." You whispered once again, deciding that maybe if you answered their question they would answer yours.

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