MCYT Oneshots

The Dream-

This was a dream that I had last night.

Literally, I had a dream that this entire thing happened.

It was from False's pov, so let's start there...

False was taking her plane out for a ride. She had just built it and was super happy with the outcome. 

She soared high over the clouds, occasionally dipping back down for a rush of adrenaline.

She heard a small clank.

Probably nothing... She thought.

Before long, however, she heard a more violent clank, and suddenly the nose of her plane was pointed downwards and she was rocketing towards...oh no.

She was going to crash straight into Sanctuary.

False braced herself for impact, hands over her head, leaning forward.

But nothing could have prepared her for the dull thud she heard and the blinding pain she felt.

"False!!!" She heard Sausage shout. "What have you done to my roof!!!"

"I...I think there's...more important things..."

Sausage's face came into focus before her. He looked frozen.

"False...are you okay?"

She groaned. She must have hit her head in impact. "Fine. I'm fine." 

She shut her eyes tightly, silently willing the pain to go away.

Sausage put his arm around her, helping False to her feet. 

"Come on, lets get you to the recovery rooms. Sanctuary is open to all."

She blinked once. Twice.

She felt her eyes close, and then...

Silence.

~~~

False? Are you awake?!" Sausage asked. Once again, his face came into focus. 

She bolted up, looking around. So many people... 

She felt a shift in her mood. 

Suddenly, she wanted nothing more than to kill every single...

"False? What on earth is happening to your eyes?!" 

Blood. So much blood. Everywhere. Inside the people. All the people. Let me have it... 

"FALSE?!!?!?! YOUR EYES ARE RED-"

She ripped the bedsheets in half, jumping to her feet. Ah yes, it was just like in hermitcraft. All she needed was blood...death...murder. That's all it took to be happy.

"They are red, Sausage. Red, red like blood." She exclaimed, laughing a high pitched scream of a laugh.

The sound of a maniac.

"False? Are you-"

She ran towards the door and broke it down, smelling people. Smelling blood.

Yes!

She pulled out the knife that she always kept in her belt.  You never know who might hurt you, it was always best to be safe.

Someone should have told these idiots that.

She began slashing the knife at all of Sanctuary's residents, drawing as much blood as she could.

~The End~

I'm so sorry to the many people I've just traumatized. Please don't murder me-

This was the weirdest dream ever help-

Anyone else ever have a weird dream?

-minimushr00m