• Dust sans [Mafia] •

You pressed yourself against the wall with your weapon in hand, silently crawling toward the doorframe. You had already failed a mission that Dream had assigned to you, and this one was, by far, the most dangerous. He had ordered you to break into the enemy base and retrieve a document. You were breathless, both from fear and exhaustion. You freeze when a latex glove grabs you by the chin and pulls your head to the side.

"Oh, look what I found..."

Dust let out a chuckle, his voice husky and rough.