Just a note: (caregiver) means your mother, father, sibling, or other person who's legal protection you are under. If you don't have a legal guardian, just make one up.

Anyways, enjoy! :)

TW: Death, mention of blood, kidnapping

Y/N POV

A girl (Y/N) leaned down to pick carrots from the local village crops, the midday sun beating down and making the girl sweat profusely. She stood up, a freshly picked bunch of healthy orange carrots in her hand. She wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead and grabbed the canteen of water she had brought, taking a huge swig and attempting to slow her breathing. It really was hot outside.

Beginning to feel lightheaded, the girl decided to go under the shade of a tree, when something in the dirt caught her eye.

It was something shiny poking out of the ground a few feet away. Kneeling down, the girl dug it out of the dirt and brushed it off. It was a necklace. One with a silver chain and a swirling dark purple pendant that reminded her of the sparkle in an enderman's eye. She admired it, turning it over in her hand.

She was about to turn and run back to her little home to show her (caregiver), when she heard a bloodcurdling scream. She whipped around, trying to pinpoint where it came from.

Then, more screams erupted all over the tiny village. There were sounds of slashing, sobs, and manic laughter echoing throughout the town.

Heart beating quickly, the girl clutched the necklace to her chest and ran, weaving between houses and searching for her (caregiver).

She came to her hut and ran inside. There were no signs of the person or people that seemed to be attacking the village, but her eyes widened when she noticed her (caregiver) laying on the floor in the semi-darkness of their home.

She rushed over and knelt next to her (caregiver), flipping them over onto their side. Y/N gasped.

The older woman/man was no longer breathing, their eyes wide open and staring in shock. The girl felt tears welling in her e/c eyes, the sparkle that was usually in them dimming.

"(Caregiver name)..?" she said meekly.

She let out a loud sob, then took a shaky breath. She couldn't stay here long or else she'd be found and killed too.

But before she could get up again, she heard someone else step into the hut and her blood froze.

Still on her knees, she slowly turned around.

A figure stood in the doorway. They were tall and lean, and their build signified someone with a considerable amount of agility and strength. They were wearing a bright green hoodie and jeans, dirty blond hair peeking out from under their hood. She couldn't see their face, but she guessed from their build that the figure was a he. He wore a large leather bag on his back, and a round white mask concealed his entire face, with two black dots for eyes and a curved black line for a smile. She could just barely see their defined chin from under the mask. He was covered in blood and breathing heavily, a bloodstained diamond sword gripped in his hand. She could've sworn she saw a red glow underneath his mask, and her stomach churned as she realized it must've been from his eyes.

He stuck out his sword tip and put it under the girl's chin, lifting it up. He could see her adorable tear-stained face full of fear, and she wore a dirty white dress over her lovely figure. Her h/l h/c hair was pulled back (unless you have short hair, in which case ignore that last sentence) and her soft e/c eyes glistened with tears.

He tilted his head slightly. She was a lovely girl. Why did she seem so scared?

The girl gulped and said shakily, "A-are you going to kill me?"

He stayed silent for a moment before saying, "I should. But perhaps I will take you with me. You're lovely, you know that?"

Normally she would've been flattered, but she was too scared. She just wanted to get up and run out the door, far away. The only problem was, the sweet-talking man was blocking her only escape.

He sheathed his sword, which smoothly slid into its sheath due to the blood on it.

He knelt down and outstretched his hand to her. She scuttled backwards like a crab.

He frowned under his mask. "Why are you so afraid of me?"

The girl suddenly burst out. "Why?! Because you just killed everyone in the village! Including my (caregiver)!" She screamed, tears spilling down her face.

The glow behind his mask dimmed, and he lifted it up to reveal a handsome-looking face. His skin was only slightly tanned, and his eyes sparkled green, like the grass in the meadow after it rained. He had a splash of freckles across his nose, and a warm kind of smile that just made you want to hug him.

The girl shook out of her trance. This man obviously was nowhere near friendly.

He smiled at her. "Just a little misstep. Happens all the time," he said.

The girl was furious. Misstep? He had killed her (caregiver)! Now she was an orphan! (lol technoblade I found another orphan for you to kill jkjk)

The thought hit her between the ribs. Orphan...

Her lower lip trembled, and once again she began to cry.

The man frowned, obviously unhappy with how she was reacting. Apparently having absolutely no respect for personal space, he got closer to her and pulled her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her.

She flinched, but didn't fight back. She was too drained from crying to do anything. His chest was warm and firm. She just let herself be held, the arms of a man who had just committed mass murder wrapped around her body.

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A few hours later, she was riding on horseback with the psychotic man, her in front, curled up against his chest and feeling empty. The man's bag was still on his back, causing Y/N to wonder what was in it. She could still see her (caregiver) lifeless on the floor of their hut, the place she'd called home for her entire life. Now all that was miles away.

The man had seemed to have calmed down. He no longer wore a manic grin and now radiated a kind, quiet energy. But despite his relaxed demeanor, that only made Y/N's hatred towards him grow seeing how content he was after committing mass murder on her townspeople. She had the ever-growing urge to slap him across the face, knock him off his horse, kick him where it hurts, and steal his horse. But she remembered his sharp double-bladed sword and how efficiently he had used it. She seethed quietly instead.

Whenever Y/N struggled, the man would wrap his arm tighter around her as if to make sure she didn't escape, the only things escaping being more tears from Y/N's eyes as the hopelessness of her situation began to sink in.

Dré POV

Dream smiled to himself as he galloped away from the town on horseback, cradling the girl against his chest and occasionally glancing down at her. She really was lovely. Her e/c eyes sparkled brightly, though not from happiness but from tears. Her h/l h/c hair had a healthy shine to it and smelled like roses, making him want to bury his face into her hair. He almost did, but decided against it because he suspected she might slap him.
Dream suddenly went rigid as he remembered what he had done, the bloody images of his most recent victims flashing through his mind. He suddenly felt horrified and very, very afraid. What had he done? Why had he done it? Oh god...
But his nausea and uncertainty dissolved almost immediately, replaced with calm. What you did was perfectly okay, he told himself, but it sounded as if another voice was ringing through his head. You've got no reason to be ashamed.
Dream smiled to himself. Of course. What I did was completely reasonable. It was quite fun. He abruptly broke out in a fit of maniacal laughter, causing the girl to flinch and whimper quietly.
A grin on his face and a wild look in his eyes, Dream merrily kept guiding his horse over the hills, his brief moment of fear already forgotten and thoughts of torturing people and animals and whatever psychopaths enjoy thinking about returned to his mind.

Y/N POV

Y/N was beginning to feel cramped.
She had been curled up in a ball against the man's chest for a solid three hours now, and her spine was feeling as if it were being melded together. She desperately needed to stretch, but obviously that was out of the question.
She was not able to crane her neck to look at her surroundings, so she only thing she could look at was her captor's face.
Now that she wasn't in her light-deprived hut and the man had completely lifted his mask so it was sitting on top of his head, Y/N could study his face.
Before, she had noticed his green eyes, freckles and defined chin. Now she could fully see his tousled dirty blonde hair that fell just above his grass-green eyes. It was highly frustrating to her how good-looking he was. She hated him deeply, but she couldn't help the fact that her heart did a little tap-dance routine whenever she gazed at him, which was very annoying.
She couldn't tell how tall he was on horseback, but he was obviously not average height; at least six foot, maybe a few inches taller.
Despite the fact that she was very scared of him and disliked him being so close, she kept getting lost in his eyes. Each time, she would find herself staring at them. She tried to look away, to look at the horse they were riding, her own lap, the sky-- anything else. But his eyes-- they were unlike anything she'd ever seen.
They weren't pretty, per say-- more like terribly beautiful. They reminded her of lava from a volcano-- mesmerizing, but terrifying. An astounding work of nature, but something you'd want to particularly avoid. But behind the fire in them, they seemed...empty. Fractured. Like shattered glass. Y/N had seen that look before. That lost kind of hopelessness she had seen in the eyes of travelers--like they had experienced something that left them broken, afraid, and utterly alone.
He was obviously thinking about something, because he had started grinning and occasionally laughing to himself. Sometimes, Y/N would notice something strange. It was almost as if he was talking to himself-- like there was another voice in his head that didn't belong to him. But she didn't dare say anything. Not when he was like this.
At one point, a look of terror flashed across the man's face, the fire in his eyes gone, leaving them void and full of panic, darting around like he didn't know where he was. He looked like a completely different person in that moment, scaring Y/N out of her wits. But a split second later, the wild, bloodthirsty look returned and transformed his features once again, narrowing his eyes, furrowing his brow and bringing a terrible smirk to his lips.
Y/N just stared, wondering what just happened.
His mouth twitched, and he abruptly said, "What's your name?"
Y/N gulped, glancing around as if to make sure he wasn't talking to someone else (possibly himself).
"I'm talking to you, little tulip," he said.
What the fu---
"U-um, Y/N," Y/N squeaked. Had this psycho really just called her little tulip?
Of course he had to pick my favorite flower, too,  she thought grudgingly.
A surprisingly warm smile appeared on his face as he looked down at her. "Y/N. How cute."
She almost smiled back, but his broken eyes immediately rendered his kindly smile unkindly. "My name is Clay, but you can call me Dream. Unless you prefer Clay. Dream is what my friends used to call me..." His expression changed, his face darkening, that panicked look from before appearing in his eyes. Then his face twitched and he started grinning again. "No matter. Call me whatever you think is best."
So does that mean I can call you a complete arseho--
Y/N didn't reply. She hoped she would never have to directly address him at all.
"I'm just taking you to a safe place," Dream said smoothly. "We won't be there for quite a while, so feel free to sleep if you need. I'd imagine you're quite cute when you sleep."
When he uttered the word sleep, her body stopped trying. She was terrified, grieving and exhausted. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and she was out like a light.

End of part one.

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