fundy ran through the trees, the leaves and branches smacking his face as he tripped on a rock. his knees buckled and he tumbled down down the steep hill, rolling further and further away from the yells of his name. he scrambled back up to continue on his escape, but a body collided with his— dragging him to the the dirt once again.

his shoulders were pushed down with a stranger's arm pulled back and curled up into a fist, ready to strike him. "you better stop hunting me if you wanna—" another boy his own age stumbled over his words as he took in fundys appearance. "I- uh, you're not a guard."

fundy pushed him off of him while the other boy was preoccupied in his shock. he looked around the area. "what kind of guard are you looking for? one who's going to take your threats lightly?" fundy asked. as the son of such a younger and unstable nation, he had his fair share of interactions with guards.

the blond held up his hands in defense. "I'm sorry! it's just, people are looking for me and I'm not ready to head back quite yet."

fundy cocked his head to the side, a similar story for him. "you ran away from home too?"

the stranger whipped his head around.
"yeah, but I always go back. I can never escape the guards and they catch me before I can even leave the forest..." the boy smiled, a toothy grin shiny brightly. "hi, I'm dream." he held out his hand to shake.

"I'm fundy," the ginger replied happily. "and I think I can relate to you on the running away fact."

"do you always go back home as well?"
"yes, but my guards don't drag me home. there's always this lady who kind of guides me back," fundy explained giddily, "she's very sweet, have you seen her?"

dream shook his head, "no, I can't say I have. she sounds lovely though. when does she usually appear?" he asked.

fundy scratched behind his fox ears, looking around at the lack of his magical lady. the one who always brought back to l'manburg, back to the arms of his father, back to the walls.

***

many years go by and they continue to meet up in the forest while sneaking out. they've noticed the differences between their dads. one wants dream to grow up to be a leader, the king of a kingdom. the other wants nothing to do with fundy, locking up his sons existence so he has less to watch over.

one day, just as fundy was preparing to sneak out, wilbur had came into his room, holding out a pair of clothes and a far off look. "we were formally invited to the kings coronation," wilbur said. "you specifically, now I want you to be extra careful and only speak when spoken to. you are representing my nation—"

"dad, I'm not going to start a war."

fundy was basically confused over why he was invited till he saw dream be crowned and he pogged in shiz.

forgot to mention dadschlatt but yeah.
dream doesn't stay king long cause he makes a deal with eret later blah blah y'all know the story. I'm just gonna cut to the fun stuff in this next message

***

fundy scratched at the coat jacket that suffocated him. it's humiliating pastel colors, creating an almost unpleasant target that held no place in the dark forest. he lost his footing in one step, falling onto muddy path. almost immediately feeling a pair of arms lift him up.

it was dream. a long while since he had last been this close to hime. face to face, but now dream wore a mask. it was the same pink lips and blond hair, Fundy was just missing his blond hair. they didn't talk despite the long awaited reunion. they just sat next to one another with the trust that the either wouldn't strike them with a sword. and a pleasant surprise it was when they woke up in the morning, unknowingly in each other's arms, and not dead.

"how about we run away for good this time?" dream whispered. fundy looked up at him, hope swimming through his eyes. 

"do you trust me?"