a lovers sacrafice

Dream shoves his clothes into his bag furiously. Matpat stood in the doorway, hands cross and equally as furious. “You’re unbelievable. Everyone was right about you. I shouldve never trusted you.”

Dream shut his suitcase. “I’m doing this for the best. Hunters are after me and if they find your scent you’ll die. Our son is going to die with you. I can’t let that happen.”

Matpat laid a hand on his stomachs where Freddie grew. “He won’t ever know you.”

Dream lowered his head. He knew Maypat was right. Maybe he was in the wrong. It didn’t matter. His mind was made up. “Goodbye Matpat.”

Dream left, the traces of him lingering through the house. Matpat slip down the wall, wondering what he should even do. He would go on.

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A young Freddie threw a ball across the yard. His dad was inside making dinner for the two. It would be dark soon.

A man approached the lawn. Freddie drew back. He knew what his father told him of strangers. But this stranger seen familiar. The white mask, he knew it.

“Hello?” He called out.

The man crouched. “Freddie, my name is Dream. Do you know who I am?”

Freddie remember what his father would always mumble after Freddie asked about his other father. “This is how dangerous parasocial relationships can form. Dream doesn't love you. He can't love you. Dream doesn't KNOW you. He can appreciate you but he can't fucking love you.” Freddie never understood.

“Dad?” Freddie asked innocently.

Dream dropped the bag and threw his mask and fedora. He hugged Freddie, crying. “I’m back, my son, I won. I’m here.”

Matpat stood in the doorway, wiping his tears on the green apron he wore. Finally, they could be a family again.