Chapter 4
Dream woke up. It was cold. He held back his tears. He knew it. He looked down to his leg which now held months of scars. No one would save him now. A rattle of bars echos through the cell he had become so accustomed to in his time here as a child.
“Dreeaaammmm…..” called Midnight. Shoot. Act dead, like usual. No, he couldn’t. Not this time.
“What do you want, mother?” Dream said weakly.
“Ah, you are awake. Well, we have been told to return you. But we won’t,” she chuckled slyly and maliciously.
“I know, ma'am,”
“I know you do, Dream,”
“Who sent the message?” His so-called ‘friends’ wouldn’t, unless to keep up appearance, he supposed.
“Oh, it was My little prince and his little friends,” Midnight replied. Dream tried not to gag.
“Oh, and you’re not listening to your ''wonderful son”?” Dream sniggered as he rolled his eye lights.
“No, not this time,” Midnight noted, shrugging her shoulders. Dream glared at her in suspicion
“Hmmm, thought he was your ‘little king’?” Dream mocked, deliberately getting the pet name wrong.
“This time, we know better, you little nuisance.” Midnight squinted her eyes, pointing at the guardian of positivity.
“SOOO Original.”
“Don’t be disrespectful”
“Why not, you aren’t my mom,” Dream sassed.
“Dream Afton, I’m warning you.”
“Exactly, you are not my mom,” he pointed out. The whip came down. Dream cringed as the metal spikes hit his bone with the rope. Then a crash upstairs.
“What was that?” Midnight asked.
“That,” Dream replied weakly with a smug smile on his face, “is Nightmare. My dearest and only person I have left.”