Dream didn't understand what he did wrong.

He planned out every, little, bit of his plan to outdo his friends for their next manhunt, yet he's single handedly managed to lose himself in a birch forest. The trees being awkwardly and half hazardously planted, just close enough to each other, to make them indistinguishable. Sure, a few of them varied in shapes and sizes, but asides from that, Dream found himself in a blizzard of green and white.

Maybe if he'd actually take his friend's advice for once, he wouldn't be in this mess. He paused, thinking over what he just thought as he looks at the ground. Me? Taking my friend's advice? Don't get the man wrong, he loved his friends. He'd do practically anything to help them out when the time came, but, sometimes.. Their bright ideas weren't always exactly, helpful.

At least, not to him.

For example, the time he was having trouble building his very first Nether Portal. His friends, being the little pranksters that they were, offered to help. The two saying that he needed Glowstone, not Obsidian, and a bucket of water instead of lava.

As you can imagine, he's been taking their words with a grain of salt ever since. Despite that, they've also managed to hash out good ideas too! Today being a great example, as to why he should definitely pay more attention to those in particular.

"You've got to start using compasses more often"

"You won't be able to use your coordinates forever, ya know."

The longer he thought about all of the times those two pestered him with advice, he slowly began to grow increasingly more angry at himself. The blonde grabbing at his hair, his eyes searched wildly for something other than white wood and green grass. The repetitive scenery making his chest rise and fall quickly.

"Yeah, you can count on us man."

"Don't sweat it Dream, we got you!"

Their voices making him feel like he's growing even more mad with every fleeting second. Before he could get too ahead of himself though, he saw something. He caught something strange in the peripheral of his vision. His head wildly spinning around to see if he could catch sight of it again.

His eyes squinting as he barely pinpointed where the splotch of color was. This rather minor change in scenery, being enough to bring his hopes back up. His heart racing as he sprinted towards the speckle of color in the distance. His feet colliding against twigs and small bushes of all sorts as he ran.

Despite his rather brash actions, he finally found the source of the color. It was pink, and unalike the dozens upon dozens of trees he was stuck with beforehand, this tree was different. Instead of leaves of green, it grew large, elegant, pink tufts of what seemed to resemble hair.

"What the.."

Dream, like anyone else in such a situation, rubbed his eyes before taking another gander at the magnificent sight. It was odd as hell, yet a welcomed oddity in this maze of the unknown. As he looked the tree over, he caught sight of some of the pink substances on the floor besides him.

His impulses opted for him to touch it, to poke it, to pick it up, yet his mind cock blocked that idea. He reasoned that it might be poisonous or deadly to him, despite seeming so blatantly beautiful. Yet, as he kept observing both the tree and the pink it produced, he shrugged it off. Figuring that if it did end up being poisonous, that he'd just walk it off.

So, he did exactly that. Reaching his hand out as he quickly snatched up the silk like substance, and looked it over. His hands being gentle with the small tuff as it felt like it could fall apart in any moment. His nose catching a whiff of something in the air the longer he inspected it. He cautiously put it up to his nose, sniffing it as a sweet, surprisingly milky sensation flooded his senses.

Dream immediately ripped his head away from the torn away tuff, slightly coughing as he attempted to regain his senses. The new sensation being a little too overwhelming for his liking.

By the time he finally caught his breathe, he could hear something. It wasn't the wind blowing through the leaves, or the sounds of his friends searching for him. No no, it was much more mechanical then that. One that Dream couldn't quite put his finger on, yet silently dreaded all the same.

"Yeaah, maybe I should just, leave.. "

He started to slowly make his way back into the birch forest again, before looking back over at the direction of the noises. Then, back at the tree. The serenity he felt by simply being around it, was enough to convince him to stay. Yet he digressed. Staying put won't help him get any closer to getting out of this labyrinth.

Although smething in his mind told him- No, pleaded for him to stay. At the very least for a minute or too longer. So he did exactly that. He turned around and sat on the side of the tree that provided him shade. The tired rascal tucking the tuff away into his hoodie pocket, as the sounds of gears wheezing and churning grew.

Maybe those very gears are being controlled by people, and he'd actually get out of this place. Maybe not. Maybe he's just grown so tired, that he's started to hear things. For now, it didn't matter what those things were or belonged too. He was at peace, and that was all he needed right now. Peace.

Dream, soon enough, growing tired as he drifted off to sleep. The shade blocking just enough sunlight for him to be both cozy and covered. Before long, something else blocked him from feeling the warm rays of the sun. And that shadow was much more human like, then it was tree.