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There's a reason why it's called, "The Red Festival"

Dream said upon entering her realm.

Luckily for the both of them, they both were in high spirits.

She questioned, as she sat high upon her throne.

He said, confusing

She inquired, confused and amused.

Dream explained.

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Something that had been pestering Y/n was the sacrificing part of the festival. She could barely stand the thought of watching someone be killed, but to kill?

Dream said, aloof. He put a rectangular case on a table nearby.

Then he left, allowing Y/n to ponder her thoughts.

For her, they were bad people. Surely they had to be punished. They committed atrocities to the Gods and deserve to die.

With a mindset like that, Y/n's nerves calmed down.

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Y/n, dressed up in white garments that were befitting for the occasion.

Although white isn't the best choice, it was her color.

A sultry voice spoke.

As she turned she saw Wilbur, cigarette lit in hand and a bottle of vodka in the other.

Y/n asked.

The wafting smell of nicotine filled her realm, paired with the familiar scent of alcohol. Y/n wanted to puke.

Wilbur seeing this, he put out his cigarette and dissolved his vodka.

" He said, sincerely.

Y/n said, waving her hands to get rid of the smell.

He said, flirtatious.

Y/n said.

Wilbur said, flaunting his skills,

Y/n jokingly said.

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When the pair arrived the only Gods that weren't present yet were Dream, Phil, and Sapnap.

But in time they arrived.

Dream asked. And with approval of everyone they all went down.

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On the same podium, everyone cheered. Expect a group of shackled people.

Dream, being the head of all Gods stepped up and spoke.

And of course, since was the supreme God he was the first to kill.

First, was a man who tried to be a God without the permission of the Gods.

The poor man trembled before Dream.

Dream, took out his sword. It's silver blade shone in the lights of nearby torches.

And it was soon decorated with the blood of a sinner.

People cheered, but the grotesque sight was unnerving.

The head of the man rolled, blood splattered and Y/n could see his severed esophagus.

And to take it one step further, Dream kicked his head off the podium. He ranted about how the head of a sinner wasn't worthy on the podium and the crowds cheered.

Sapnap, who was next to her saw her sweating.

He grabbed her hand, it caused Y/n to turn to Sapnap who gave her a reassuring smile.

Y/n, felt better. Hand in hand with Sapnap she was able to stomach down her puke.

Eventually it came to her turn.

She nervously stood before the crowd who cheered for her. The crowd lusted for blood, and she was to serve them it.

Luckily she had to kill only one.

The people pushed a unruly man who was sobbing.

"Please! I just- I just wanted my kids and wife back..." The man shouted,

"T-The man I sacrificed was a bad man! Please!" The man begged.

Sword in hand, Y/n felt it sliping out of her sweaty palms.

She didn't know what to do, she had never taken a life.

And as she turned around to meet the eyes of the other Gods.

She met unfamiliar eyes, eyes that have witnessed murder.

Eyes that have belonged to people who killed others.

The Gods have killed people who could have been innocent, or took the wrong path. Or even, just wanted their family back.

The other Gods weren't innocent, they've killed people for years on end. She didn't know what to do.

She was suffocating.

Just like how she did when she jumped off.

She looked at the man, who was at her feet.

Suddenly, she felt someone press against her from behind.

But it wasn't heart fluttering or romantic.

It was terrifing.

The man behind her gripped her wrist which held her sword.

He then whispered in her ear.

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And with that Y/n, with one fell swoop, killed the man.

It was slient, until the crowds of people cheered.

Blood stained her white garments as she blankly looked at the crowd.

The man affectionately said, despite his harsh words earlier

The man behind her, grabbed her shoulder and rubbed it with his thumb as he took her hand, which held the sword and kissed it.

The blood on her hand transferred to the man's lips behind her.

As she turned around she saw Dream, his lip was covered with blood and as he looked at Y/n he sickly smiled.

He praised her once again.

Y/n at this point didn't know what to feel.

She felt numb at the crowds cheering other's death.

She felt numb for killing someone.

She felt numb with Dream holding her as if he loved her.

She pushed Dream away, and stood there.

Kristen walked up to her, and held her hand.

Y/n asked, blank.

She answered.

Kristen said, trying to console her.

But all Y/n could remember was that moment when she turned around to see the Gods she was oh-so familiar with.

And didn't see them, because all she saw, unfamiliar faces who have killed others.

And Y/n felt guilty for looking at the like that, despite killing one before.

But unlike them she saw the world in shades rather than just black and white.

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That night, once they've returned, George entered her realm. He held a red velvet cake in his hands as he approached Y/n.

Y/n, stressed and still covered in blood looked at George.

She said, tired

He said, as he climbed up the stairs to Y/n throne.

Once he reached the top he gifted the cake which Y/n gladly accepted.

She asked George.

George said.

She questioned

George said.

He also seemed confused by his friend's actions at that time.

George said before leaving.

Y/n, set aside the cake and settled for a quick nap.

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Dream stood before the sleeping Goddess.

He watched her, she seemed peaceful.

He saw a box, it contained a red velvet cake.

Suddenly he felt inferior, he was jealous, and he disliked Y/n getting gifts from others when all she needed was gifts from him.

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But he also hated how she accepted all these gifts.

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But he also knew he was being controlling and was also confused.

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He was confused on how could such a dumb bitch make him crumble with jealously.