• Dust sans [Mafia] •

You stood against the wall with your gun in hand, silently creeping towards the door frame. You had still failed on a mission Dream had assigned you, and this was by far the most dangerous. He ordered you to storm the enemy base and recover a document. You were breathless, both from fear and exhaustion. You freeze as a latex glove grabs your chin and pulls your head to the other side.

"Oh, look what I found..."

Dust giggled, her voice hoarse and harsh to her.