It was an intense war. TNT Was being placed everywhere, the sound's of shrieking in pain. or out of fear filled the air. The hot, intense breeze adding onto the war.

Except there was one thing missing.. Everything felt off.

Where was DREAM? He usually didn't miss out on war's, Hell. Infact. He was probably one of the first to show up at war. The way his green hoodie blended him with the grass.

However, to almost everybody's suprise, dream was wandering through the wood's that belonged to lmanberg territory. The sound of his footsteps blocked off by the cold, dripping rain as he sighed deeply.

"Gah..This shit just never work's out, does it?" He hissed to himself. His dark, naturey green eyes observing his surrounding's as he let out an annoyed growl. He sighed deeply once more, his breath hitching as tear's welled up in his eye's.

"I can't do this anymore.." He whispered quietly to himself, his breath was getting shaky and caught in his throat as he grabbed the sword from his inventory and held it to his chest.

As he did so, his veiny trembling hand's froze in place. It was as if the world had stopped for a minute,

He slowly looked up, his mask covered in the raindrop's as he looked up at the person who had stopped him..

He eventually spoke up, his voice was starting to tremble again.

"Who are you..?"