Why Did You Save Me.....?

Puffy was confused.

"Tommy's alive, what? Are you a friend of his?"
the girl nodded, her smile drooping a bit.

"One day, we were laughing our heads off the next....." her smile faltered.

"He was gone...."

her lip started to tremble.
"I found blood near his bed, but no corpse was lying there." she looked at all of them.

"I still had hope and it seems I was right to believe..." she smiled but she frowned at Purpled.

"But what do you mean he's missing? How do you even know him? He was a what they called 'street rat' like me..."

Wilbur cleared his throat loud enough for her to turn around and look at him.

"Well....he kinda ran into us..."
he then explained the whole story, including every sad and little detail.

When he got to Dream's part though, the girl froze.

"Wait....Dream wants my friend?" she asked, standing up and walking over to a photograph.

"Yeah....we don't know what for though..."
the little girl scanned her eyes over the image.

There sat a younger version of herself, blowing raspberries at her older brother.

She gripped the photo tightly as she felt her hands tremble

She then turned around, the photo remaining in her hands. "Whos that?" Puffy asked. The girl sniffed.

"This is my brother....he was 10 I was 3 at the time..." she said.

"One day, he went out to collect firewood with father......he never came back....."
she began quietly sobbing, tears flooding her cheeks, her breaths shaking with fear.

"Mother died of heart break two years later.... I was on my own...." she looked at them all, her fingers tracing her brothers figure in the portrait.

"When I was 6, I met Tommy.....he was an amateur at the whole thief thing and yet he was still leaving his best life on the streets, reckless and care free. I had learned to pick pocket at the time and Tommy begged me to teach him....so I accepted...."

she sniffled.

"He was like the brother that I needed, he was always there for me whenever I needed his support...."

Puffy hugged her, as she continued her story, embracing the hug.

"the night before he left, I had a terrible nightmare...I saw my brother standing there in the middle of the flower field. I tried reaching out but suddenly, he was different. His eyes were full of hatred and his smile was fake. He held a puppet that had Tommy's features on it. He began dancing it around it different scenes, maneuvering it with just a flick of his fingers. One scene was of Tommy leaving the shack we had built out of all kinds of materials. It showed him picking some apples. A zombie snuck up behind him and ate him. I woke up screaming, crying that he was gone. I looked around his room. He wasn't there but his blood was...."

she shivered, the thought residing in her mind, the memory poisoning her.

"My dreams continued, each one with the same figure, the same mask on his face...I just wanted them to stop...I was in a village that got raided by pillagers. It was in my dream. My next dream had been a flooded town. It happened as well. I soon realized that these weren't mere dreams but......they were visions. Each one impossible to twist..."

she looked at them, with a big smile, Puffy confused at her expression.

"But Dream showed me that he was dead and yet.....you claim Tommy to be alive...."

"So that means that you can twist the fate of the visions that you see?" Techno asked.

"Well thats my guess anyway..." she said.

"And you were the one that taught him to pick pocket?" he asked. She nodded.

"I still have one question," Purpled said.
"What exactly is your name?"

she simply smiled.

"My name is Drista and I'm Tommy's friend."

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YEAH SECOND CHAPTER OF THE DAY MY CHEESEBURGERS

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