Trapped (Dream x Reader)

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just your average death mentions, blood, gore and swearing warning :)
get ready-

I stand there ever so still re-watching the image of his death over and over as if it were an infinite loop. Every time became more and more real as if it were happening again. Every time I ran after him it glitched and I was stuck in my spot to watch the horror unfold again and again. The last time was enough for me to jump awake. My already wide eyes, adjust to the dark surroundings. Just a dream, again. I sigh. Every night I had the same repetitive dream since the talk by the fire with Wilbur. It's almost if the man who shot him was beckoning me. Weird way to put it, but I felt as if I needed to swing a sword straight into his stomach. A figure flinched beside me. I gaze over, my eyes softening at the sight of Wilbur lightly snoring peacefully. A small strand of hair flickered over his face every time he breathed out. 

I'm alone with my thoughts once more. I wanted to eliminate Dream from the picture. He haunts my memories, and the worst part is... He was aiming for me, not Eret. He had jumped risk fully in front of the arrow hurling towards my upper chest. He shall never have died in vain. 

In that moment, an idea whisked around in my head. I gaze at the clock on the spruce bedside table. It read 01:34am. I pinch the bridge of my nose and take a deep breath. I shift my legs off the side of the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping giant beside me. I had began to stay with him at his cabin. For one he insisted, and two I really had missed him. I felt too caught up in my emotions about the battle that I had forgotten about my romantic feelings.

I proceed to stand up, slight wobbly. I gaze over the back of my shoulder. He hadn't moved an inch. What a deep sleeper, if only I could do the same. I shake my head and proceed to amour rack next to the cabin's large door specially built for the tall man who lives here. I skim the amour rack until my finger lands on the shiny brand new iron amour set. He wouldn't mind, would he?

I haul it over my head, and leave the helmet on the rack as it was too big for me. I lean down to pick up my diamond axe and twist it around in my grip before facing the door. Here goes nothing. No more midnight taunts. No more bad dreams and no more Dream. 

I twist the doorknob and to my surprise it doesn't squeak or creak. I look back to see him still sleeping in the same spot I left him. I smile and turn my back and yank the door shut slowly. 

I huff, as I misjudged how cold it was outside. Tubbo said it would snow tonight, but nota single snowflake was visible. It sure felt like it was about to. I rub the sides of my arms under and watch my breath become cold smoke in the breeze. I push my shoulder back and begin to walk forward. I hold my axe tightly by my side and march down to his base. Today was the day, I would leave my memories at his blood soaked body. Quite cold of me to admit, but I wanted these horrid memories to vanish. If it seems cold to you, think of it as revenge for Eret's unneeded death :')

I march around the looming shadows of the trees, I was getting closer to his base, If I remember properly. The cold was nipping at my legs and my finger tips but I had ignored it. My eyes straight ahead. 

After what seemed like forever, I see small dimly lit lanterns in a row as if it were a runway. I come to a halt and my axe falls to my side as I admire the man made scenery. I decide to take a closer look at the lanterns, my fingers tracing the sides as I span it round. Something in particular catches my attention almost in an instant. A dark smiley face chipped into the bronze. Dream owned these lanterns.

"Look who's come crawling back-"

Lets leave you guys here :) Because I can. Sorry for the late updates I've been doing school and stuff like that. I want to write a warriors fanfiction very soon so I want to get this done soon. I was thinking of continuing this tonight but then I thought I would just leave it here. Because I'm lazy. Bit of a short chapter tonight.

I have received some criticism about how its a "Dream x reader" Yes, I am aware it is that, I'm still writing. It not all just Wilbur and y/n. Dream is coming back so don't worry. 

I'm sorry my writing skills are bad, and don't meet your guys expectations  :)

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-Rex :)