When the Crocuses Bloom !!REWRITE!!

Eret was uneasy. They glanced down at their communicator, looking at the message they had sent.

Eret: Just don't kill Winter.

Dream: I've killed plenty of people, what's one more.

Eret: She didn’t know what she was getting into when she joined. She doesn’t deserve to die.

Dream: And yet she’s still on the losing side.

Eret pushed away the dirt leading into the tunnel, almost regretting this. But they couldn't go back now.

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The final control room. Winter read off the sign at the door. What the fuck did that mean? She glanced at Eret, hoping for clarification as they all stepped into the room.

There were chests lining the walls, each labelled with a name. Winter opened hers. Empty. EMPTY? She thought, panicked. What did this mean? What could it mean? Eret said they had a weapon? But where was it?

Then the wave of realisation washed over her.

She heard Wilbur exclaim about the lack of stuff in the chests. Then Winter heard Tommy's voice.

"What does this do?" he reached for a wooden button on the floor. "Tommy! No!" she screamed trying to push him away before he could press it. But it was too late. The button pushed down as Winter tackled Tommy. Winter heard the whooshing of pistons as she scrambled off the floor, pulling Tommy up with her. Four figures came from the walls, weapons drawn. They all shone in netherite armour. The intruders started to cut the revolutionaries down. And one in a green hoodie came right for Winter, swinging his axe towards her chest.

Winter unsheathed her sword and pulled her shield up to her chest, ready to block the first blow. But it never came. Instead Wilbur was there. In front of her, taking the blow.

She heard the screams of my friends but right now, she could only focus on her dying brother. No, no. You can't die. Not now. Wilbur sank to the floor, red seeping onto the floor from the gash in his chest..

And Dream just stepped over him.

Winter felt her anger surge. How could he be so indifferent?! He just killed my brother in front of me! She swung my blade down towards him.

"HOW DARE YOU. I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Winter screamed, tears streaming down her face. She didn’t know if she was talking to Wilbur’s lifeless body or to his killer.

The metal of swords clashed loudly, ringing in her ears. His netherite against her diamond. He was strong and quick but Winter was mad.

And right now, nothing is more powerful than her anger.

At Dream.

At Eret.

And at Wilbur for taking that goddamn hit when I could have blocked it.

But she was wrong. There was something stronger than her anger. And that someone was Dream.

The other attackers turned towards Dream, but he put a hand out, stopping them from interfering. He swung down on Winter, who’s vision had become blurred by tears, and breathing laboured with emotion. Dream finally over powered her with a blow to the stomach with his fist. Winter fell to her knees in front of him and in one swing, with a sickening spalt, he split her head from her neck.

Winter’s body fell to the ground, head rolling towards Dream's feet before her body disappeared in a cloud.

She was the last to die.

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Winter bolted awake, arms flying in front of her face which was still stained with tear tracks. Her neck hurt. Winter brought fingers up to her neck, running them along the scar that now adorned the side of her neck.
Her hand slowly dropped onto her lap as she looked around. She was back in my house. Fuck. she thought. She had died. Winter lifted her right arm and looked at her wrist. Three hearts. Two red, one black. Her eyes widened. I just lost a life.