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...
~kitty bab's birthday was on Friday (may 12) and she turned 10😦 I can't believe she's ten years old. Like- what? Anyways TW->aggression, and ear ringing.
He's back in the bed again, and Dark is leaned against the wall where the window used to be.
"What do you think?" Dark asks, glancing over at where Dream sits,
Dream isn't sure what he thinks. Well... he's thought a lot about it, but he's never come to a conclusion.
Clearly this guy is aware of the past dreams he's been in, but maybe that's just his own brain remembering and just adding that to the dream.
But the marks when he wakes up. The fact he only has control over himself. Maybe it's not a dream.
Maybe it's half a dream. Maybe he's tricking himself into thinking this is a dream.
Dream furrows his eyebrows in thought as Dark approaches the bed.
"Am I real, Dreamy?" Dark asks, crawling up to sit beside Dream's legs, facing him.
"Are you?" Dream asks, looking into those seemingly never ending black holes where the things eyes should be.
"I think that's up to you to decide." Dark says, a smile cutting its way across his face.
Dream looks away from his sharp teeth, down to his own hands. "Techno said that you're a made up creature from stories." He says.
"Is that so?" Dark asks, dragging out the last word a touch too long.
"Yeah." Dream says, looking at the wall opposite the bed. "Says you pretend to be people to kill them or something."
Dark hums in response, scratching at his chin for a second, not looking away from Dream's face.
Dream glances at the creature out of the corner of his eye, watching the smile drop, mouth disappearing into the darkness of his skin(?).
Dream jumps, hitting his head on the headboard as Dark lunges forwards, grabbing firmly at Dream's chin, other hand pressing into the headboard beside his head.
"You listen here, and listen good, Dreamy." Dark says, a growl at the end of his words. "Technoblade lies."
Dream's ears ring for a second, blocking out what Dark says for a second.
"...ell you the truth- LISTEN!" Dark's voice comes back into focus, slamming Dream's head back into the wood behind him with the raise of his voice.
"Listening." Dream snaps out involuntarily, voice shaking.
"Im the only one you can trust. I know you. I was you. Everyone else lies." Dark says. "They try and protect you. From ME! THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT I DO FOR YOU! WHAT I'VE DONE FOR YOU!" He starts yelling, lime green spit hitting Dream's face.
"I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU!" He finishes, the tips of his fingers becoming sharp against the skin of Dream's jaw. ~^~
Dream's screaming. He's screaming but there's no sound.
He can't hear the bang of his elbow against the cabinet. He can't hear the scratch of his own throat.
His ears start ringing, slowly growing in volume.
He places his hands over his ears, but it's no use, the ringing grows louder.
He tries to scream again and he hears the very end of it, a small squeak.
He tries again, barely hearing his own muffled voice over the deafening ringing.
The third time he tries, he can feel it, sharp against his throat, stabbing.
Knives. Knives and razor blade cutting his throat as he desperately tries to hear his own voice-
There's a hand over his mouth. A body sized mass behind him, holding him in place as he thrashes against it.
The ringing doesn't stop, holding at a painful volume that makes his ears feel like they're bleeding.
He claws, and bites at the arms around him, vision a blur of tears and fear.
The hand over his mouth doesn't budge, nor to the arms, a firm grasp around him.
The ringing dies down as Dream is forced to relax, a mix of exhaustion and defeat taking over him.
As his hearing returns, he can make out the heavy breathing if not only himself, but the person holding him.
He jolts, attempting to catch the person off guard, but they hold strong, barely struggling to hold him still.
Minutes pass of Dream trying to wiggle out of this person's grasp, and the person still holding on.
Dream's body is tired, the adrenaline wearing off, and leaving behind tired muscles. He unconsciously relaxes his body back into the person holding him.
The person notices this change and loosens their grip, removing their hand from his mouth, and scooting out from behind him, staying close.
A fuzzy brown ear comes into view first, followed by a plush antler, and finally, a blue and white mask covering their face.
The person holds a finger up to wear their lips would be, tell Dream to stay quiet.
"Who the f-" Dream starts in a whisper.
The person claps their hand across Dream's mouth again.
Dream shrinks back into himself more, looking around the bathroom floor for any sign of his own mask.
The fact this person is wearing a mask makes his feel extremely exposed, stabbing it's way through the shock of their presence.
He puts his mask on as quietly as he can, not wanting to anger the person again.
The person watches the door, cracked from when they must have entered, silently.
More minutes pass with neither of them moving.
Eventually, the person reaches forwards and quietly closes the door, sitting down in front of it, letting the tension in their shoulder's release.
"Who are you?" Dream asks, still keeping his voice a whisper, thankful that they don't lunge at him again.
"Callahan." It's not said aloud, a voice in his head. A memory? His own conscience?
The person notices Dream's silence and taps at wear their ear is hidden by their hood, presumably telling Dream to listen.
"I'm Callahan." It's only in his head again. What's he supposed to listen to? The person isn't saying anything.
