He stumbled back after a hit, sniffling and wiping his mouth, a few drops of blood leaking out of his mouth. Dream was hurt, and didn’t want to fight anymore, but he couldn’t just back out without looking like a coward.

The referee called time, and he stumbled up to you, out of breath, and tired, a pleading look in his eyes.

H-Hey..listen, can we make a deal? I’ll let you win, if you pretend to hit me, and I’ll lose, okay? Just-..I don’t want to do this anymore, please..