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"Seven, Eight," Dream shouted. You ran, stumbling through the forest, tripping over roots and sticks. You had to get away. He couldn't catch you again, not again. You raced through the brush, swiping a few branches to the side, quickly grabbing a large branch to defend yourself with.

"Nine, Ten! I'm coming!" Your heart dropped to your stomach, hearing his fast-paced footsteps follow the trail you set in a hurry. You kept running, eventually seeing a cabin in the distance. You stopped to hide in a bush, catching your breath. Your malnourished body couldn't handle exercise, lungs wanting more and more. 

"Found you," he said, dropping from the tree the bush was under. You screamed, pointing the large branch at him. He pulled out his netherite sword, slashing your branch into chunks of wood littering the forest floor.

"You can't run anymore, little mouse."

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cringe end ew ew ew

-august

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