《baby hotline | yandere dsmp》3 -MR GOD OF GODS-
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SHE'S A HOARDER OF QUARTERS
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MR. GOD OF GODS
It was he who created all
And handpicked the Gods that live now.
Dream demanded
Kristen said
He asked, tauntingly
Kristen explained
And she was right
He accepted it
But still disliked her
He said and Kristen left
He said, walking up the marble staircase that led to her throne where she sat.
She said
With each step she took she became more nervous
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With each step it seemed more demeaning
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With each step it became more unbearable
He said before picking up her hand to kiss the top of it.
And with that he left.
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Y/n spoke to herself
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Kristen said after popping out
She replied
She said
Right after she left a soul appeared
A elderly woman appeared
And she looked into her eyes
She saw her life
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The woman was born
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She was raised
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She was loved
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She was slain
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And with that Y/n spoke
"t⍑ᒷ g𝙹↸↸ᒷᓭᓭ 𝙹⎓ rᒷ⍊╎⍊ᔑꖎ, ∴𝙹ᒲᔑリ 𝙹⎓ ᔑリ𝙹ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ ꖎ╎⎓ᒷ, ᒲ𝙹ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ 𝙹⎓ ∷ᒷ╎リᓵᔑ∷リᔑℸ ̣ ╎𝙹リ ⊣∷ᔑリℸ ̣ ᓭ ᔑリ𝙹ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ ꖎ╎⎓ᒷ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ||𝙹⚍"
The woman disapated into a fine gold mist that blew away
And before she left she smiled
She said, confused
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Y/n said to the brunette man who appeared out of no where
He had glasses and a brown cloak with a yellow sweater under it. He had a white streak in his hair and his wings looked as if they were pure gold.
He said.
Y/n conjured up a marble table with chairs with soft cushions
Y/n got down from her throne and sat in one chair whilst Wilbur sat at the other
He said with a friendly smile
Y/n asked as she conjured up a bowl of grapes which Wilbur took one
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Wilbur said before leaving.
Y/n made the table and chairs disappear and looked down from above
She could see two countries
The DSMP and L'manburg
Y/n knew she was in a different world.
The place here was more medival with swords and shields and villages
She teleported down to the village and snuck around.
It was night and heard a campfire crackling.
There was no one besides the campfire
"Y/n whispered
She looked around and saw a well
She conjured up a bucket and filled it up with the chilly water of the well
She then proceeded to dump the water onto the campfire
She said
She turned around
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And her eyes met with blue
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A young man around her age in a red and white shirt stared at her in shock
In a fright Y/n teleported back to her realm.
She looked down from, above and was able to make out a moving speck.
She conjured up a binoculars and looked out of them
She saw the young man confused, looking left and right.
A man spoke from behind
Y/n turned around and saw Dream
He said
Y/n asked
He answered
He continued
Y/n asked, nervous at the 'erase him' part
He said
And with that she went down back to the man
"W-Wait! Y-"
Y/n touched his forehead and spoke
She spoke before disappearing.
Now back in her realm she watched from above.
The man looked at the put out campfire and left.
He said
Y/n asked
He seemed genuinely surprised
He said, in absolute confusion
No one has asked if he wanted something
After all he could just make one
He said
Y/n conjured up a sandwich that appeared in his hands
He took a bite out of it and left, sandwich in hand
Was what Y/n heard him mumble before leaving
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