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Sam had already stopped by to fix up Dream again, cleaning up the wounds he continued to receive from Quackity. So now the wretched blonde had to mourn away in his cell, the thin excuse of a blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders.
Dream stared forward at the gentle flow of lava dropping down in front of him, gulping as he felt the familiar sting in his throat rise. Tears had built up, but the only response that came from the man was to scoot away from the obsidian walls and crawl towards the lava.
The blanket was quickly long forgotten, whilst Dream was sitting close to the edge of his cell and merely inches away from the burning heat.
Sapnap .
A sob escaped Dream’s throat, placing his hand in front of the orange liquid that would definitely burn his skin if he had touched it.
“SAPNAP!” Dream shouted, laughing with joy that spilled out past his lips while he broke into a sprint towards his demon-like friend. “DREAM!” his friend had shouted back, the two boys crashing into each other as their bodies were pushed into a hug.
“I’VE MISSED YOU!” Sapnap yelled, even though both him and his best friend were already the closest they could get and had no need to shout. Dream still laughed anyway, never replying but holding the boy even tighter.
The longer the hug went on, Dream felt warmer and warmer. He always joked about how Sapnap was like a portable heater, constantly following him and George around. “God Sap you’re gonna make me overheat!” Dream teased, which only made him get a flick to the back. “Leave me alone! You know my whole power thing makes me heat up and shit when i’m happy!”
Dream grumbled in his own sadness, a flow of uncontrollable tears streaming down his redden cheeks. The heat that was so close to him reminded him of Sapnap. Too much.
Dream had already had the worse part of his day, and that’s when Quackity came by. At least that’s what he told himself. Because in the end, he knew that wasn’t the worst part. He knew that he actually hated being alone.
Alone with his thoughts.
Alone in his cell.
Alone without his boys.
Dream gasped as his breathing became much more jagged, throat burning as if he had eaten something too spicy that he knew he couldn’t handle. Even the tears started to bother him as they continued to spill, no matter how many times he swiped them away, more and more came rushing back.
He pushed himself up to move back to his bed, hoping to sleep off his troubles but instead almost immediately fell back down. Dream had whimpered to the contact of obsidian hitting his bruised cheek, his hands filled with cuts being pushed against the rough flooring to only try and push himself up once again. His vision was blurry, possibly too blurry to even make out a single thing.
The state Dream was in made him feel, well, pathetic. But that’s because he was. Dream was incredibly pathetic.
Dream glanced over at his only source of water, remembering what Bad had taught him with Puffy -before he had grew up, that is- and quickly stumbled over to the cauldron.
He only saw sparks of the obsidian, grey and brittle metal, his reflection in the water, and-
and the tattoos on his wrist.
404 ♡︎
ily -sap
Dream burst into even more tears at the memory, his breathing becoming much worse than it originally was. He swooped his hands into the water and brought it back up, splashing his face with the freezing liquid.
He gasped at the contact, feeling the hairs on his arms stick up while droplets fled from his hands and down his arms. 1..2..3.. he counted to himself, something both George and Sapnap taught Dream from when they were kids.
“It’s okay Dream! You can do it okay?” George reassured, something his caregiver would say when George would have a bad day. “You got this! Remember, breath in and out. We’ll count to ten with you.” Sapnap encouraged, holding onto one of Dreams’ hands.
Dream continued his sobbing- yet that had died down, and was much calmer now. Soft gasps still managed to escape as he choked on the air, squeezing one of his friends hand while the other cleaned the tears off his face.
Both Dream and Puffy had gotten into a huge argument, and the poor teen had no clue on how to handle it so instead, he ask his friends to come to the tree hut they had all built into the woods close by their homes.
Dream had thought he wouldn’t be crying still by the time both his best friends had arrived, but then again, he never knew how bad his crying days were. He thought he was just a sensitive guy. He definitely didn’t know he was having panic attacks.
So when his friends caught him crying, they instantly went ahead of themselves and tried to figure out what was wrong and who made their best friend this upset.
When they noticed that being bombarded with questions definitely wasn’t helping, they instead tried to calm him down first.
“1..2. “ Dream started, the other two smiling at their friends attempt. Instead of trying to force him to do it alone, they helped him count to ten as well, not minding at all how slow they had to count for him.
Once Dream had officially stopped crying, he let out a content sigh as he pulled both his friends into a hug. George nor Sapnap complained, but laughed instead.
The trio enjoyed their group of silence for a split moment before Sapnap glanced up at his blonde friend, a stupid smile splitting its way onto the males face. “Wanna try that stick and poke you talked about? Me and George can try it on you.”
Dream couldn’t help the memories he got looking at the dumb tattoos he let his friends make on him when they were teenagers, yet he wouldn’t have gotten rid of them for anything.
The ink was faded, but the memory of the bittersweet moment wasn’t.
Dream felt exhausted, finally making it to his bed as he planted on it. He crumbled the blanket up into a ball, pushing it to his stomach as he cuddled it while sighing against his pillow.
Suddenly the lava flow had came to a stop, making Dream panic. It was like he could hear his heart beat stopping and racing at the same time. But it was only Sam. That relieved Dream, but what would he want? He never wants to do anything with Dream, so what could he possibly need now?
Sam said nothing as Dream watched him step in, sighing as he walked over to Dreams’ bed and sat at the end of it. “You’re a loud crier.” Sam spoke, rather monotone to throw in.
“It’s called a panic attack asshole.” Dream grumbled, twisting his head into the pillow so he wouldn’t have to talk about his emotions he had just overcame. Until he was yanked up, of course.
Sam was hugging him. Hugging, Dream. Tears welled up again, something that had squeezed its way into Dreams schedule. “I don’t want your pity, Sam.” Dream mumbled, but they both knew Dream really needed a hug. And if anything, so did Sam.
“I’m trying Dream, why can’t you just be grateful that-“ Sam had tried to say, until Dream cut him off. “Okay okay, I don’t want to fight. I rather just have someone near me right now.”
Silence. It was silent except for the sound of gentle clacking of lava burning, little sparks of fire seeping into the cell that came in only to rest on the obsidian and disappear.
“You’re a coward Dream. You could’ve stayed silent to let me hug you.” Sam taunted. It was needed, though. “I just want to feel alright.” Dream grumbled, yet it was true.
If anything, anyone on the SMP grounds did. War affected everyone, there couldn’t be a single person who was actually alright over the last few years.
Sam never responded, yet instead removed himself from the hug. He had to remember during the prison he was meant to be serious, he should’ve waited to leave the prison before letting his feelings get the best of him. Dream was still a prisoner.
Dream knew that they were bound to separate, yet that didn’t stop him from getting upset now at the lack of contact. That was another thing the prison ruined for him. And if he was honest with himself, he missed regular human contact.
And sometimes he found himself enjoying the pain that was brought upon him from Quackity. Of course he would ask for anything else, but he lacked so much contact. Even if what he received was painful, bringing him to the brink of wanting the pain to be enough to rid of him, he liked it.
He missed something. Someone. Two someones’. Dream missed touch .
“George, let me go!” Dream laughed, trying to gather material to work on the community house. “Dreaamm! Hug me!” George complained, something he often did. “We have to work on the house! I need to get things!”
“No! No more, hug me first.” was what Dream had gotten in response. That made him chuckle, but he did love hugging George. The blonde held George, and it was silent for a couple of minutes before the two bursted out into a fit of laughter.
“You’re such an idiot George.” Dream stuttered through laughs, a hiccup escaping throughout it. That made George laugh even harder, his face turning a bright pink from maybe even both laughing too much and being flustered.
“Goodbye Dream, He’ll be back tomorrow.” Sam reminded, not waiting for a response before stepping out the cell, while the lava came back down and leaving Dream alone with his thoughts once again. Dream felt tears slip out his eyes and graze what felt like everywhere.
He felt it tickle his nose, the saltiness on the tip of his tongue, pooling up in the peak of his eye. Another broken sob of the day broke out through Dreams’ cell, bringing the blanket up to his face as if he could muffle them.
I miss them. I miss my best friends.