THIS IS A PART TWO OF MY OTHER STORY 'Remember ~Dreamnoblade~'
Abandoned story and account. End Genocide and War, I don't care what all a country or territory has done, civilians should never be slaughtered as a reaction.
The cover art is not mine...
He shoots awake, sitting up, gripping the blankets that wrap round his legs, gasping for breath.
He looks around the room, coming back to reality, breaking himself out of that echo-ey chamber of darkness.
The scene is familiar. Why shouldn't it be? It was his room anyways.
It was dark, moonlight coming through the gap between the curtains, adding a blue-ish white glow to the edges of things.
He looks to his left at the door, cracked open with light from the hall coming though.
He looks to his right and jumps. He's suddenly face to face with that thing from before, the thing he'd had that dream about... Dark.
Dark was sitting next to him in the bed, staring at him with that wide smile.
He was still dreaming.
"Why are you always scared when you see me, Dreamy?" Dark asks, the smile dropping into an exaggerated frown.
Dream doesn't say anything, still recovering from the jump scare.
"Still no 'hello'... When will you learn your manners, Dreamy?" Dark asks, frown turning into a pout and then a disappointed shake of the head.
"Why are you here?" Dream asks, caught off guard by the shake in his own voice.
"I'm here to see you. Can't a friend visit another friend from time to time?" Dark says, leaning closer to Dream who stays unmoving, gripping the blanket tighter.
Dream stares back, half not knowing how to answer that question, and half being too frightened to speak.
"Listen, Dreamy." Dark says, sass finding it's way into his voice while also becoming serious. "You don't have to like me. But I suggest at least talking to me."
"Or what?" Dream asks, getting frustrated by this guys riddle-like phrasing.
Dark leans back a bit, placing a hand over his own chest. "Getting braver I see, Dreamy." There's that damn smile again.
The smile doesn't last long before dropping back down into an annoyed frown, though. "If you don't talk to me, Dreamy... then it'll just prolong this whole thing. I don't have the patience for people who don't respond to me." Dark says.
Dream swallows, glaring at the man- thing- creature... next to him. Instead of responding with words, he lets out a sharp humph at the other.
Dark let's out a closed moth laugh, tongue quickly moving over where his top lip would be if he... you know... had lips. "That's better than nothing." He says.
"Why are you here?" Dream asks again, not satisfied with the answer he'd gotten before. "And don't call me 'dreamy'." He quickly adds.
Dark smiles, this time without showing his teeth. "My, my, my... Dreamy thinks he's in a position to make orders... tsk tsk..." Dark says, flicking once, not too far from Dream's face, on the first 'tsk', and again, actually hitting Dream's nose, on the second.
"What the fuck?" Dream says, jumping back and slapping at the other.
His hands went right through the creature. Great, not only was this thing haunting his dreams, but now he couldn't even fight the thing off.
"Don't role your eyes at me, Dreamy." Dark snaps, grabbing one of Dream's wrists tightly.
That's not fair. That thing can touch him but he couldn't do it back? Bull shit. It's his dream, he should be able to do whatever he wants.
"Listen. To. Me." Dark says, leaning in until he's a few inches away from Dream's face. "You will listen to me, and you will obey me. If you so much as try and disobey, I will kill you."
"You can't kill me. This is a dream." Dream says, a class bit of confidence hitting him as he quickly remembers the red marks around his neck from last time.
"Exactly." Dark says when he sees Dream's face fall in realization, tightening his grip on Dream's wrist for emphasis. "I could kill you with the... snap- of a finger." Dark adds, jerking Dream's wrist on the word 'snap'.
Dream lets out a huff of defense through his nose. (Why'd I describe it like that?)
"So... are you going to listen or are you-"
"If you can just kill me then why not just do it?" Dream challenges.
"How DARE you cut me off!" Dark yells in Dream's face, grip tightening even more, surely cutting off circulation, and upping the probability of broken bones.
Dream flinched and turns his face away at the raised voice.
"Look at me, Dreamy!" Dark says, using his other hand to grab at Dream's chin, forcing the human to look at him.
Dream keeps his eyes shut tight, trying to grab at the creatures arm to make him let go of his wrist, but failing each time.
"I told you to listen to me. And what do you do? You refuse! You do the opposite and cut me off!" Bright green spit is hitting Dream's face with the force that Dark yells at him, making him sink into himself.
"As for an answer to your question." Dark stated in an alarmingly more calm voice, a whiplash change of tone. "I like- to make- my victims- suffer." He says, adding short pauses for emphasis. ~^~
~slowly over time I've started mixing up d's and b's way more often•_• this isn't very wip and nae nae of my brain tbh. Also... I GOT TECHNOBLADE MERCH!!!! (My first ever YouTuber merch)
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