"I appreciate the effort you guys put in for my birthday, but did you not think over the apple pie?"
The apple pie was well made, and it did look good. Unfortunately, there was no way he could eat it in good conscience. Not without thinking of the day he failed his brother.
It was an innocent pie, topped with powdered sugar and number candles spelling out '746'.
"Are you allergic to them, we could get a cake or something?"
In one quick motion, Dream pulled out his soul. A shiny golden apple.
"..."
". . . ."
"I'm leaving."
A/N: I'm on sleeping meds so I had to get this out assp goodnight
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