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Drista was a fighter. That was a fact that Dream knew all too well, having to try and contain her energy while the two were bouncing between homes in the system. The older still though it was completely understandable to 'freak out' when their most recent foster, a 26 year old white man by the name of Bernard, gifted his 13 year old sister a knife for her birthday. Now, Bernard has at least one brain cell floating around in that brain of his so while it was still Drista's knife, she had to keep it in it's sheath and wasn't allowed to touch it until she had proper training on how to handle it. Despite Dream's vehement protests, Drista was enrolled in a one on one instruction class to learn her way around a blade. The older blonde hated how her face lit up when their foster had told her the news.
If Dream was a storm, Drista was a hurricane. That was something everyone who knew the pair understood quite well. The younger teen had been conditioned at a young age to ignore the sting of betrayal and burn through emotions. Dream had known that being in the system for this long would do that to her, so he channeled his efforts into getting them both out early on into their stay. Considering that it had been almost 8 years, he wasn't doing too well with that. He learned well into that first year that not many people wanted to deal with two kids, let alone Dream and Drista. So Dream turned his efforts from trying to find a great home to finding a roof over their heads and strangers that wouldn't abuse them, all while taking care of his little sister. Drista, oh the other hand, was seemingly determined to get kicked out of every single home she ever stepped foot into. Where Dream's anger festered quietly, Drista spoke her mind without care or caution. There were very few houses that were spared from her wrath. Bernard had been one of the few that Drista hadn't immediately hated, something that Dream had counted as a miracle.
As time went on however, the elder sibling had found more and more cracks in their foster parent. Bernard seemingly had very few, if any, friends. The current theory was that the man had started fostering purely to have someone to talk to. Not to say that the man wasn't friendly, he was definitely an ambivert, he just didn't put himself out there enough. Getting Drista an actual knife just proved to Dream the lack of social skills that Bernard possessed.
Then Drista didn't come home.
Bernard had finally convinced Dream to stay home while Drista went to her class, the younger having walked since it wasn't terribly far. Dream had spent the afternoon in a call with his two best friends, Sapnap and George, the group having met in school and kept in touch even with Dream bouncing around homes. It was creeping closer and closer to dinner time and George had actually been the one to notice how antsy Dream was becoming. The dirty blonde eventually excused himself from the call to go check in with Bernard. If something had happened to Drista, that man had to be the one to do something about it. While Drista was labeled in the system as a problem child, she was never a flight risk. She had never even joked about running from a house. Soon enough the two were driving to the studio that Drista had walked to. Nothing.
A black sedan parked around back was missed, the darkly tinted windows hiding the girl inside.
The trainer said that the teen had come in for the lesson and left already.
Hands gripped her around the torso and a cloth placed on her face.
They had taken the exact route that Drista would have taken and saw no trace of her. Driving around town, Dream had also taken to texting his friends asking them to keep an eye out as well. When it became seven pm, Bernard stopped them at the police station. Despite the man's initial lack of concern, Dream was impressed with how he demanded a missing persons report to be filed.
Two days. Drista was missing for two days. Dream had torn up the town that they lived in, leaving no stone unturned. Search parties had been organized, the police interviewing everyone who had seen her that day. There were no leads. Absolutely nothing. She had just vanished. Then she had shown up at the doorstep to Bernard's home with their social worker. Dan, a very nice man who had been trying to get them into a good home since they entered the system, quickly and quietly explained to Dream that they were being removed from the house due to neglect. The older teen knew not to argue.
He failed to notice that Drista still had the knife, now strapped in a sheath on her thigh. Just missing the look that Bernard sent to Drista, a quiet way of telling her to stay safe.
Drista wouldn't tell him where she had been. It wasn't out of the ordinary for the younger to not want to tell her brother something but Dream could tell that this one was different.
A couple months went by, bouncing between homes and never staying in one for more than two weeks, before they landed in the home of a very friendly sheep hybrid. The woman appeared to be in her mid-twenties with horns that curled into her long white hair. Drista seemed unsettled by her but Dream was tired and he realized very quickly that either this woman was a god-tier liar or she genuinely didn't want to hurt them. Slowly, Drista settled down and got comfortable in the home. A few months later, the pair was adopted. A year after they got there, Tubbo and Schlatt came to live with them. Three years after they got there, their secret was revealed.