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Dream was walking down the prime path when his communicator buzzed, still walking as he took it out and looked what it had said. It was a message from Shclatt.
Odd.
It read “ Dream, please meet me in the white-house for a thank you dinner for letting me come to your land. I place all of my trust in you, and expect you to be here soon.”
He read the last line over again, it didn’t seem like soemthing Schlatt would say. He placed all of his trust in him? Something about this whole ordeal made dream feel uneasy. He glanced up at the sky and saw it was almost night, the sun setting. He checked his inventory to make sure he had anything he might need.
He had his water bucket, axe, new crossbow(he had yet to enchant it), his armor had fair durability, he had plenty of food, and a few golden apples on hand.
The green eyed man adjusted his mask to cover his full face, instead of just having it covering half, and headed on his way to the white-house.
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Once the white-house came into Dream’s line of sight, he immediately felt off. He had been slowly walking to his destination, instead of sprinting or pearling. He felt like he was being watched and quickly turned around, squinting to look in all the areas he could see.
He saw no one, yet he still felt an unwanted presence.
Dream eventually made his way cautiously to the the front door and pushed it open, not bothering to knock and announce himself. He quickly spotted Schlatt sitting in the main room at a very well set table. He was wearing a suit and his hair look like he tried to slick it back, but failed. He had his red tie slightly pushed to the side.
Schlatt looked up from what seemed to be an advanced communicator and smiled at Dream, putting away the device. He stood up, his goat ears slightly bobbing as he did so, and walked up to Dream.
“Glad you could it make, go ahead and take a seat. And it’s preferred if you take off your armor, though it’s not forced to.” He said as he slid behind the blond, setting his hands on his shoulders.
This small action made Dream’s breath hitch as he flinched and turned to face him.
Schlatt put his hands in the air, Dream guessed he was trying to show he meant no harm. “Heyy, I didn’t mean to make you get all jumpy, just wanted to do a friendly gesture.”
That cleared it up, but not enough. Dream stared at him, his eyes studied him. He was grateful for the fact that Schlatt couldn’t see his face scrunching up in concentration. He cleared his throat before speaking.
“Who else is here?”
Schlatt shrugged. “No one else, but you can check if you’d like to make sure. I knew you’d be on edge here so I tried to make it as comfortable for you as possible.”
Dream stared at him, slightly looking to his side and seeing the empty armor stand near his left. The fact that he told him to look around for others if he’d like made him feel even more on edge, but it would be rude to leave armor on...
Dream slipped his hand around his body, trying to look nonchalant as he did so. He felt the familiar arrow proof underlying garments. He glanced back up at Schlatt and sighed. He started slipping off the purple-ish boots, hesitating again before resuming. He unhooked his leggings from his belt and let the top part fall to the floor, reaching down and undoing the part around his knees and shins. He straightened up before lifting his chest plate up.
He walked over to the armor stand and dragged it over to the armor pieces on the floor, picking them up and strapping them very loosely to it. He pulled his helmet off for a second before slipping it back on again, knowing his head is most vulnerable.
Schlatt hummed in satisfaction before walking over and pulling out a chair for Dream, the one directly across from Schlatts at the head of the table.
The goat hybrid walked over to his chair and sat down, looking at Dream expectingly. Dream followed what he did but on his side, bouncing his knee slightly to keep his focus. He looked at the food on the table, it looked fine enough. He glanced over at Schlatt’s plate and saw they were the exact same. The plates had steak, bread, potatoes, and a few small carrot pieces. The steak looked medium rare and had good seasoning on it, the potatoes were cut open already and still steaming, the bread looked freshly baked and the carrots looked cleaned. The speed-runner knew that Schlatt often ate meat and things that goats definitely wouldn’t, but it still seemed odd to him. Didn’t it make Schlatt uncomfortable?
Dream opted for just asking for a drink.
“So..do you have anything to drink?”
Schlatt looked up from where he was eating and nodded, covering his mouth before speaking. “Yeah, what would you like? Uh..well we really only have wine to be honest.”
Dream nodded and shifted slightly, feeling uncomfortable. “That’ll be fine.” He mumbled. He hated wine, even if it showed you were in control in this area. It left an unpleasant taste in his mouth and he always got too tipsy too fast.
Schlatt stood up and walked over to the middle of the table, grabbing the wine bottle before walking over and pouring a generous amount in Dream’s glass. Dream swallowed thickly before nodding in thanks, watching Schlatt smile before turning to walk to his seat. Dream couldn’t help but notice the small goat tail wagging in delight, probably happy Dream agreed to have some wine.
He took a sip before taking a piece of steak and eating it. “So..why did you call me here? You said to thank me, but I think we both know that that’s out of character for you, Schlatt.”
Schlatt looked at him after pouring himself some wine, the masked man noticed the color was slightly different from his.
“Well, you did allow me here on your land, and that gave me the opportunity to be president! And now, I have full control over Manburg. So, this is a thanks to you. Just a nice meal and a small chat.” He smiled.
Dream nodded as he took another sip of the wine, this time longer than the last. “Alright, seems fair enough. So you’re happy that you have control now, is that it?” The green eyed man said as he shifted his hoodie a bit.
Schlatt looked at him up and down, smirking. “Of course. How’s your wine?” He said with a quirk of his eyebrow, taking a sip of his own.
Suddenly, Dream felt his throat get scratchy, along with his body feeling heavy. He cleared his throat and tried to keep his cool, the sensations he was feeling felt very out of worldly.
“It- it’s fine. What’s...” His body started heating up, making him sweat and breathe heavily. His vision started to blur before he forced it back.
“What’s wrong Dream? You look rather sick over there.” He said in a teasing tone.
Dream felt himself getting nauseous, standing up quickly. The world tilted when he did and he stumbled to the side, almost falling over before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a golden apple. He started to shiver, now his body feeling cold and exhausted from the small movement.
He felt his wrist being grabbed and the apple being taken away, his mask getting removed as well. He weakly kicked and tried to pull away but ended up just exerting himself further. The green eyed man started to fall forward, feeling dizzy and even more nauseous than before. He fell into someones chest, it was very firm but warm.
Distantly he knew he should be fighting whatever was happening, but the person felt so safe and comfortable.
He whined as he felt bile rise in his throat, weakly hitting whoever he had fallen into before he started to dry heave. He gagged violently when he was turned around, not in the right mind to try stop himself from throwing up. He started to heave again before he felt something burn his throat, making him gag again and finally throwing up. Hot tears streamed down his throat as he continued to throw up, his whole body shaking violently.
The world was spinning around him and he kept dry heaving, nothing coming up anymore. He felt rough hands grab his face and turn him around, green eyes meeting red ones.
“Aww, poor baby. You can barely even focus on my face.” Schlatt said as he traced Dream’s cheeks, poking at a freckle here and there. The no longer masked man’s eye’s were glossy and cloudy, his face was red from humiliation and sickness.
Schlatt pulled Dream into his lap, Dream hadn’t even noticed that he had sat down, and rocked him back and forth. The blond weakly tried to push away before he realized his arms were barely moving. Dream felt panic rise in him as he let out a strangled sob. He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t do anything. He was sick. He didn’t know what was happening. Oh my god he couldn’t do anything Schlatt could kill him anyone could kill him he’s going to die and he feels horrible and he feels so sick and he can’t think and everything’s going black and-
He barely registered other muffled voices talking before he finally blacked out.