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“Sy, you are just too nice for your own good,” Corpse complained, groaning as he stood up from where he was scrubbing at the floor. The apartment may have been on the cramped side, however now clean and tidy, the space felt much bigger and homey.
The sound of a loud crash in the kitchen had Corpse flinching, about to run over and check it out, but was stopped by a soft voice calling, “I’m fine, I’m fine.” He just about heard Sykkuno muttering in a lower voice, “Turns out the pasta wants to fight back.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, he returned to his cleaning endeavors, questioning how he would take on the next herculean task of the “greenhouse” room that would definitely get them evicted if the landlord ever bothered to check.
“Can you come over here? I need to chop and stir something at the same time and I don’t think that’s happening,” Sykkuno yelled.
Corpse slammed the office-turned-greenroom shut, deciding that it didn’t need to be cleaned if they just hid it, and gladly returned to the kitchen.
The sight that was waiting for him made him let out a deep chuckle, gasping for air. How the sauce got everywhere, including his hair, was a true feat that only Sykkuno could have accomplished.
“Did you take a bath in the sauce?” Corpse jested, grabbing a cloth and running it under warm water.
“No,” he whined, scrunching up his face as Corpse gently rubbed it off, “How was I supposed to know that it would bubble up like that if I left it?”
Corpse hummed in agreement, knowing that he too was completely lost in the kitchen. The only thing he could do was cut things well, which Sykkuno quickly demanded he did.
The two worked in a peaceful silence, only the sounds of methodical chopping and the scrape of the pans as Sykkuno stirred surrounding them, but neither minded. It was in these peaceful in-betweens where Sy could admire his husband without worry. Loving eyes flickered over the black-clothed individual, admiring the even and calculated pieces that could rival a cook.
Since he was quite masterful with a knife, Corpse could afford to spare glances backward, smiling as he saw the focused expression as Sykkuno stirred.
“Don’t think you being cute is going to stop me from complaining about this stupid dinner party,” Corpse mentioned, breaking the silence.
He heard rather than saw the affronted look on the other’s face as Sykkuno huffed. “It’s not a party! They’re our new neighbors, we have to show that we’re good people! And it’s only one couple, it’ll be great, right?”
He really was too nice, Corpse thought. Both of them were more anxious about meeting new people, but Sykkuno was the better one when it came to being more open to others. As for himself…
“I just don’t want them to hate us like the last tenants,” Sykkuno muttered. The sadness in his tone had Corpse immediately walking over and hugging him from behind. “C-Corpse! I need my arms to stir or else it will burn!”
He didn’t stop, squeezing the slightly shorter man even tighter in a sign of support. He felt incredibly guilty, knowing the unspoken truth. Sykkuno wasn’t the problem, he never was. He was sweet and kind and completely perfect in Corpse’s opinion.
He was the one who scared the last neighbors away. Even though Sykkuno would argue if he said it out loud, Corpse came across as scary. The effect wasn’t a bad thing, especially for his job, but when it came to making other friends, it was extremely difficult. To this day, Corpse thanks whatever had led him to find the ball of sunshine that was Sykkuno. Fuck, he wasn’t religious but he’d thank any God for having Sy love him back.
But, it hurt that he unintentionally scared away anyone that could become Sykkuno’s friends. The other worked and of course, he had his work acquaintances, but Corpse was sure that he would love to not get dirty looks every time they went home.
“You’re right,” he murmured into the fluffy hair, “I’ll make sure to be less...intense.”
“No! You’re perfect the way you are and if they can’t see that, then I’m glad we don’t become friends,” Sykkuno admonished, Corpse squeezing him tighter as he wondered what world this amazing human being came from.
Lightly elbowed, Corpse took the hint and finally let go, returning to his preparation station. “You should go change your clothes soon,” he suggested, before side-eyeing the red-stained hair too, “or maybe a whole shower.”
Sykkuno stuck out his tongue childishly, making them both giggle before leaving the finishing touches in Corpse’s equally incapable hands.
“I’ll be back soon, they’ll be here in twenty minutes,” he reminded, before planting a quick kiss on Corpse’s cheek. He left his blushing husband behind, trying hard to ignore the nerves in his stomach as he hoped that the other couple would be nice.
“You are fucking with me right now,” George yelled, holding a whisk out like a weapon. “I told you that I said we’d be there by seven and what time do you come home? Ten to fucking seven!”
The kitchen was all cleaned up, the tray of brownies laying on the counter cooling while he finished washing the dishes. The entire time, what should have been a relaxing process was filled with anxiousness about where the hell his stupid husband was. Now, he waltzed in the door, with a bright smile like he did nothing wrong?
“Honey,” Dream tried to appease, holding his hands up placatingly. He yelped as he dodged to avoid the (still wet from washing) spatula that was aimed right for the head. “Sweetheart,” he tried again.
The sweet endearments were not having the desired effect, George’s eyes becoming more murderous. Just as he turned to grab the kitchen knife, Dream swooped in, spinning him around and dipping him. “I’m home darling, how was your day?” he suavely whispered, all smiles as he saw the angry flush on George’s face.
“Tiring,” George yelled, struggling out of the dip. “So when I came home and expected my loving husband to arrive on time so he could help me, imagine my surprise that I had to do it all by myself.”
Groaning at the sarcasm, Dream lifted George back up, gathering the struggling brunette into a hug. “I’m sorry, I really am. I got held up at work and it ran later than expected. I truly did mean to get here to help you.” He hit the other with the puppy dog eyes, knowing George would no doubt crack.
Just as expected, George’s expression softened, grumbling under his breath as he started to hug Dream back. “Everything okay? There’s been a lot of complications lately.”
Sighing, Dream rocked the two of them side to side, taking full advantage of George’s affection. “Just a lot of paperwork. Plus, with the time off I took for the move, I have a lot to catch up on.”
Humming in understanding, the two stayed for an extra minute, both weary from the long day. Just as Dream was beginning to fully relax, George smacked his back. “Oi, now we only have five minutes. Go get dressed.”
“Noooo,” Dream whined, wanting to stay hugging a little longer, but reluctantly let go. “Why did you even plan this, we just got here!”
“I met him in the elevator this morning. His name is Sykkuno and he seems friendly! We didn’t talk long but he asked us over for dinner and of course I agreed.”
He narrowed his eyes at Deam, daring him to grumble. “We need more friends here, okay? Let’s not forget the reason that we had to move in the first place.” His frustration returned as he recalled, “Can’t believe that everyone complained at us. We are never, ever noisy, we’re practically never home, and yet, they evicted us. Complete bullshit.”
Dream began to walk away to their room, leaving George to rant. Noticing that he was being tuned out, George called out, “So don’t fuck this up. You better be nice because I don’t want to go through moving again.”
“Only if you agree to be nice too,” Dream sang with a smile, slamming the door before the whisk could hit him.
After a quick change and George fussing over the presentation of the brownies on a platter, the two made the long journey of going ten meters down the hall. They stood in the doorway, Dream more interested in trying to trip up George who was increasingly getting annoyed by the second.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to chop your hands off and present that on a fucking pla-”
The door swung open, George and Dream’s heads snapping forward with bright smiles. ”Hi Sykkuno!” George cheerfully greeted.
The tenseness in Dream’s shoulders relaxed as he immediately understood what George meant by saying the guy seemed nice.
Dressed in a soft green sweater, the neighbor gave a nervous smile back. “Hi George, oh, this must be your husband that you mentioned?”
Stepping forward, Dream quickly offered his hand as he introduced himself, thinking in the back of his head that if Sykkuno was so kind, his partner must be the equivalent of frosting in sweetness.
“Wow, you’re really tall Mr. Dream!” Sykkuno complimented while stepping back.
The couple stepped inside, Dream quickly correcting, “Please, just Dream and yeah, I get that a lot.” He rested his hand on top of George’s head. “I especially look tall next to this short stack.”
The brunette did not take kindly to the jab, knocking his hand off and almost making Dream stumble. Sykkuno giggled at the two’s antics, already liking them way more than the last residents.
He hated to admit it, but George thought Sykkuno’s home looked a little strange. He had assumed that he had a great style by his outfit, but that apparently did not translate to having a good eye for decor.
The room was a startling clash of two very different, very distinct styles, In some ways, it kind of worked but the change was so stark that it almost hurt his eyes. George couldn’t even see colors properly and he could still tell it didn’t mesh well.
It was a mix of soft color shades that were contrasted by heavy black and silver art pieces. However, Sykkuno seemed completely content with the style, moving around with ease as he ushered the two towards the dining table.
“I made Italian, I figured everyone likes pasta right?” Sykkuno asked, his fingers wringing in front of him.
“We absolutely love Italian,” Dream reassured. “It smells great in here by the way.”
“Here,” George added, almost forgetting about what he was holding, “We didn’t want to come empty-handed so I made some brownies for dessert.”
While Sykkuno gushed over how yummy they looked, Dream snidely added, “Yep, made them fresh from the box.”
George shot him a middle finger. “Don’t listen to him, I made it from scratch.” Again, Sykkuno giggled at their interactions.
“Oh, my husband is coming too, he’s just in the bathroom right now,” Sykkuno explained. “So let’s wait for him before we start to eat.
The three sat down, George starting to ask various questions about the area and what the people were like. It wasn’t a huge distance away from where they last lived, but since Sykkuno mentioned that he had been living here for the past three years, George figured he’d know all the little hole-in-the-wall places with the best stuff.
Not surprisingly, they all hit it off, laughing as they continued to small talk. Sykkuno gave himself a mental pat on the back, happy that it wasn’t painfully awkward or anything else.
“Is your husband doing all right? I’m worried the food might get cold,” George asked, concerned that fifteen minutes had passed and there was no sign of the missing fourth person.
Sykkuno had honestly lost track of the time, eyes widening as he realized it had been that long. “Oh Jesus, sorry! I’ll go check up on him real quick-”
“I’m here, I’m here,” a deep voice shouted, “Got stuck on a work call but it should be all good.”
The deep voice made George’s hairs stand on end, instinctively shivering. On the other hand, Sykkuno’s last bit of tenseness melted away as he heard his lover.
“So, this is my husband, Corpse!” Sykkuno cheerfully introduced, his smile impossibly brightening.
The odd decor of the room immediately made sense as soon as the man walked in. Talk about night and day. Where Sykkuno was too bright for George to look directly at, Corpse was like a void of black, all silver chains and rings that would give a metal detector an aneurysm.
Not one easily intimidated, George was quick to introduce himself. Corpse gave back a tiny smile. “Hello, it’s nice to meet-” his eyes flickered over before widening, “you.”
His voice died in his throat, staring intensely next to George. Confused, George turned to check and saw how tense Dream had become, his fists tightening.
Green eyes met brown, a silent stare-off that was filled with shock, anger, and caution.
“Dream?” Corpse questioned, hoping he would be wrong, and had instead met a coincidental doppelganger.
The blonde slowly nodded, his hand leaving the table and beginning to reach down the side of his leg. “What are you doing here?” he gritted, a strained smile on his face.
“I live here, what are you doing?” Corpse shot back.
“You know each other?” Sykkuno asked incredulously. “What a small world!”
The two continued to glare at each other as Corpse slowly sunk into the open chair that was across from Dream, Sykkuno obliviously bringing the dishes to the table. The once easygoing atmosphere had quickly turned into tenseness, energy crackling. George elbowed his husband, trying to send him a questioning look, but Dream remained focused on Corpse, his twitching hand staying near the side of his leg.
Once Sykkuno sat down, they began to eat, the sounds of cutlery not helping to alleviate the tension. “So,” George couldn’t take it anymore, “how do you and Dream know each other?” he asked Corpse.
“We work together,” Dream cut in, Corpse narrowing his eyes as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. The blonde attempted to glare back but cried out, almost hitting his head on the table as he gripped his aching shin.
George sweetly smiled as he tilted his head. “I’m sorry, did you change your name to Corpse? Because I don't remember asking you for the answer.” Dream sulkily looked away, knowing that he needed to choose his battles.
Turning back to Corpse and Sykkuno, who were barely holding in their laughter, George commented, “Well, you have a really interesting home. It screams the two of you, I love it! I’m wondering though, how did you meet?”
At the mention of how they met, Corpse lovingly looked at Sykkuno, remembering the best day of his life.
“I was working as a barista part-time while I was in school to help pay off my debt,” Sykkuno explained, “and one day, Corpse came in! It was really cliche but he became a regular there and then we started to talk. Next thing you know, we’re kind of friends and it just went from there.”
The silly grin on Corpse lightened his whole face, his love for Sykkuno overpowering his intimidating look. He hadn’t even meant to go to that shop, only entering to follow another person who had entered. He wasn’t looking at the barista when he ordered, only seeing him when he was handed his coffee and then proceeded to drop it as he took in the wonderful person that was Sykkuno.
He silently thanked his husband for not including that part and how he stayed to clean up which resulted in losing track of his target. But, it was completely worth it because he learned the beautiful barista’s name and from then on, he made it a daily stop, eventually working up the courage to start stuttering out some conversations.
“What! That’s so sweet, way better than our story, right Dream?” George smirked at the blonde who immediately cowered in fear of the conspiring look in the brunette’s eyes.
“How did you meet then?” Sykkuno asked, pure curiosity fueling him.
“Yeah, how did you meet?” Corpse echoed, sensing that this would be good.
Just as Dream tried to wave it off, George announced, “Okay, I’ll tell you about it.” Ignoring the other’s protests, he snickered, “So obviously, I'm from the UK and while I was living there, I went out one night to go to the convenience store. On the way back, I was passing by a dark alley when someone touched my shoulder. Clearly, I went into defense mode.”
“You kicked me in the balls! How is that the defense?” Dream interjected, still angry despite it happening over seven years ago.
George rolled his eyes, arguing back, “Who asks a guy for directions without announcing himself first? Anyway, this guy falls over and is practically crying…”
“I was not crying!”
“So I started to feel a little bad and stayed with him until he felt better and helped him stand. Then, he asked for me to buy him a meal in compensation which I immediately said I wasn’t doing. After him trying to be threatening and me offering another kick, he decided to buy me a meal instead and I was like, now we're talking. Became friends and yadda, yadda, one thing led to another and we’re married.”
Corpse was falling over, almost in tears, while Sykkuno was clinging onto his shirt, his hand covering his mouth as he laughed. “S-So,” Corpse choked out, “you defeated him in one blow and this- this- simp , took you out to dinner after that?”
“Yep,” George happily answered, making Dream sink further down his seat. “It set the tone for our relationship.”
Corpse’s evil smile promised that Dreams wasn't living this down anytime soon. Desperate to get the spotlight off himself, Dream rushed to ask, “Ah, Sykkuno, anything interesting about Corpse I should know? The guy remains so secretive at work, never tells me anything.”
Nodding knowingly, Sykkuno sighed, “He is pretty secretive sometimes, hmm.” He looked at Corpse thoughtfully. “He goes to play with cats a lot, helps out at a shelter with me and everything! Besides that, he really loves to bake things!”
While George and Dream cooed about how sweet it was, the latter doing it mockingly, Corpse quietly added, ‘I didn’t like baking until you said you liked desserts. I only make it for you.”
He went completely red when everyone heard the statement, face planting as George pretended to swoon onto Dream’s shaking figure. “Where's my sweet gestures huh?” he jokingly asked. “Am I not good enough to be given homemade treats?”
Dream snorted, “Please, I buy you literally everything else and it’s still not enough?”
“Sugar daddy alert,” George jabbed, “even though I’m older than you.”
“Oh, I’m older than Corpse too!” Sykkuno added, making George sit back up and high-five him in solidarity.
“Look at us, freaking cougars,” George sighed, making Sykkuno’s eyes widen in shock. “What do you do for work by the way? I forgot to ask you earlier.”
“I’m a botanist!” Sykkuno happily stated, loving whenever his job came up. “I work with so many different plants, I even have a few here, although Corpse doesn’t let me bring all of them home like I want.”
“Was one greenhouse room not enough?!”
“It’s not,” Sykkuno pouted. “They need space to grow and if this keeps up, they might die in such a small place!”
George sympathetically nodded. “I feel terrible, I always kill my plants. I can’t see colors too well so I can never tell when they start dying or if they're even healthy. This one,” he jammed his thumb in Dream's direction, who was stabbing a meatball, “is even more useless than I am.”
“There’s a lot more than color that can help tell you what it needs, I can show you if you’d like?” Sykkuno happily suggested, already standing up from the table.
“That would be great! Please, lead the way.”
“Corpse, do you mind cleaning up?” Sykkuno checked before fully leaving, the man jumping to agree, melting as he saw the appreciative grin Sy sent him.
“Help him Dream,” George directed. Dream opened his mouth to complain but was cut off. “This is a perfect time for you to work out any differences the two of you have so play nice or else…” He leaned down, whispering something that had the blonde becoming pale and frantically agreeing to help.
Satisfied, George followed Sykkuno to the other room, their muffled voices disappearing down the corridor.
The two left behind stayed seated, tense silence surrounding them like before. Then, with little warning, they sprang up from the table, Dream tackling Corpse to the ground. He took out a knife from where it was hidden by his ankle, flicking it open and pointing it threateningly.
“I don’t know what kind of sick game you’re playing, but you went too far,” he growled, pressing more insistently. “How dare you go through this entire ploy to get at what, the only thing I care about?” How fucking dare you.”
“Calm down Blondie,” Corpse threatened, “You’re on thin fucking ice. You’re the one who showed up in my home, okay? Do you think moving here is going to psych me out or something? Guess again.”
He pushed Dream off, standing up and brushing off his clothes. “I don’t believe in coincidences Dream so don’t give me any bullshit.”
Leaning against the wall, Dream frustratingly pushed his hair back. “It doesn’t matter, but I truly had no idea you lived here or that you were married. We’ve only run into each other a few times man, it’s not like I’m obsessed with you.”
“A few very unlucky times,” Corpse scoffed. “And I never thought you were quite marriage material either. More the forever bachelor since no one can handle your annoying ass.”
“Let’s come to an agreement here then,” Dream gritted out, “You keep quiet about my personal stuff and I’ll keep quiet about yours. Everyone stays safe and happy then.”
“If you even think about telling anyone about Sykkuno…” Corpse hissed.
Dream rose out of his chair, leaning forward. “If you ever put George in harm's way…” The two seized each other’s shirts, the fear of losing what they had becoming anger, and just as they were about to resume their fighting, a loud gasp made them freeze.
“What the hell are you guys doing?” George shouted, Sykkuno hot on his heels as they ran back into the room. Even though they released each other quickly, their counterparts had already witnessed their aggression.
“Corpse.” The disappointing tone sent chills down his spine. “I bring guests over and you treat them like this?”
“Babe-”
“No, I don't want to hear it.” Sykkuno held up his hand, pointedly not making eye contact. Looking at their guests, he immediately begged, “Please forgive how rude he’s been, I’ll make sure he apologizes properly tomorrow.”
“I will also make sure that this one,” George grabbed Dream’s wrist, making the taller wince at the increasingly tight grip, “also apologize since he most likely started whatever happened. We had a wonderful night though, thank you so much for inviting us.”
Dream tried to protest the accusation but the tightened grip had him silent. “You have my number Sykkuno so I can come to visit you as we planned, have a nice night!”
“Wait, George, I still need to-”
The look George shot at Dream had even Corpse shaking in his boots and thanking that he was not at the receiving end of it. George marched them out, sending one last smile and wave that Sykkuno happily returned.
No amount of coffee could possibly lift Dream’s mood.
The whole morning had been one bad thing after another. First, George was gone by the time he was awake, which on one hand, meant no more lecturing, but he also was deprived of the best part of his day, getting to cuddle with sleepy George.
Then, he went to make cereal, only to find out there was no more milk so he had to eat dry fucking cereal for breakfast. Usually, George would brew two cups of coffee and they’d drink it together in warm silence, but drinking it alone became too much after only a minute.
Which brought Dream to where he currently was. At the company, dark shadows under his eyes that made everyone look at him questionably and a body that was barely functioning. He was so out of it that he didn’t even notice when Corpse stumbled in and collapsed into the seat in front of him.
They were both in the waiting room outside of the assignment’s office. Dream grumpily assumed that they were both being summoned for the same mission, one that must be a top priority since, though he hated to admit it, they were the top in the field. However, why someone would think to put the two together was a mystery. They had completely different styles and temperaments, but as Dream tried to puzzle it out, his brain felt too sluggish to keep up.
Corpse was living up to his name, looking like how Dream felt: dark eye bags, messed up hair, and an overall haggard appearance.
“Rough night?” he asked, trying hard to not fall over from exhaustion.
Corpse only answered with a groan, his voice sounding impossibly deeper. “Sykkuno doesn’t get angry, but his disappointment is somehow ten times worse than anything I’ve experienced.”
“Can’t relate, George gets fucking angry and then he refuses to talk to me for like a week,” Dream mourned, already dreading the next few days of passive-aggressiveness.
Corpse opened one eye, giving a ghost of a smirk. “You seriously are infatuated, I mean, don’t think I forgot how you met George.”
Snorting, Dream shot back, “Says the one who learned baking for Sykkuno and hangs onto every word he says.”
“He is the definition of sunshine, I’m not ashamed. Sykkuno loves me, how could I not do everything I can to make the cutest person alive happy?”
The passionate proclamation caught Dream’s attention. “I think you have it wrong because last time I checked, I’m married to George and he is obviously the cutest,” he confidently claimed.
Corpse opened both his eyes, waking up at the fighting words. “Are you kidding? Sykkuno is the best husband.”
“George has a degree in computer science and he’s scarily smart.”
"Sykkuno has a bachelor’s and a master’s in statistics, beat that bitch.”
“Oh? George is working at the best tech company as one of the top coders.”
“And Sy is working at his dream job with plants. Have you seen how he handles them? It’s better than any other botanist.”
“My husband is practically a fashion icon, he’s even modeled before.”
“Well, my husband is hot enough that he doesn’t need to dress up. Everyone who meets him is instantly in love with him.”
“ MY husband is-”
Their argument was interrupted by the opening of the doors, the assistant calling for their names. Warily glancing, they elbowed each other out of the way as they tried to walk into the head office, childishly fighting until they stumbled into the office.
An hour later, the two trudged out with new folders tucked under their arms.
It had been a brutal meeting to sit through. Their antagonistic comments, the constant muttering under their breath, all of it had made the director snap and chew them out for at least 20 minutes.
After sufficiently verbally abusing them, the director proceeded to detail their next assignment, specifically a joint mission that relied on the two being able to work together. There was no room left to debate, the steely look in their eyes alone telling them that refusal was not an option.
“I hope you realize that I'll be taking the lead on this one,” Dream immediately stated, saying it like a fact. “A flashy takedown would work best, I’m thinking we rig some explosions at their home and finish this up quickly.”
“Are you a fucking idiot? They have people sweeping their house almost every hour, that would never work. We have to do this silently and quickly, sneak in while they’re asleep and eliminate them efficiently. Therefore, it's obvious that I am the one who should take the lead,” Corpse argued.
“You’re the idiot! You think they won’t have fucking security at night?”
“Listen up you dumb fucking-”
Two ringtones sounded off, interrupting the argument from exploding into yet another brawl. Sending each other another murderous look, they both dug into their pockets to get their phones.
“What?” Dream shouted after answering without looking at the ID.
For a second there was only silence, followed by, “I’m going to do us both a favor and pretend that you did not just answer the call like that, so let’s try again, okay?”
Dream felt himself get physically ill at the cold tone, his eyes widening before he rushed to apologize. “Oh fuck, sorry honey, it’s been a really hard day at work.”
The noncommittal hum was akin to a death sentence, Dream looking at the ceiling with a regretful look. Great, he pissed George off even more. The week of passive-aggressiveness had likely been extended to at minumim two if he was lucky. He could sob right now, unsure whether he wanted to bash Corpse’s head for pissing him off or his own for being absolutely the worst.
Another muffled voice could be heard in the faint background, Dream’s eyes narrowing. “Who’s with you?” he asked, trying desperately to distract George.
“Me and Sykkuno decided to meet up for lunch. A lovely little cafe, we should come here, after you’ve sufficiently begged for my forgiveness,” George remarked, a hint of sadistic amusement in his words.
“That’s great Georgie, I’m glad you two are getting along. It’s nice to be friendly with our neighbors!” He was trying his hardest to appeal to George, saying all the right things that he wanted to hear.
Another beat of silence passed, one that struck him with irrational fear.
“I’m glad you think so,” George cheered, “That means that I don’t even need to ask you if you’re cool with hosting another dinner night with the two again.”
“W-Well I wouldn’t say-”
“Since you care so much about being friendly with our neighbors, I’ll tell Sykkuno we’re happy to do it tonight. I’m assuming you and Corpse worked out any differences today.”
“Let’s wait a minute-”
“I’ll see you at six tonight darling, right ?”
Shoulders slumped, Dream knowing he had dug himself a hole and fallen straight into it. “Yes, love you babe.”
In a softer tone, George muttered, “Love you too, bye.”
The words never failed to bring a smile to the blonde’s face, his heart beating a little faster despite hearing it all the time for years now. It never got old, especially since George waited far longer than he had and meant it wholeheartedly every single time he said it. Even when they argued and fought, he still loved Dream and that was enough to lighten his mood and almost forget about tonight. Almost.
“Yes, I’ll be home early,” Corpse whispered, his voice carrying over enough that Dream could make out the end of his conversation. “I’ll-, yeah, I’ll do better, I promise. Yeah, okay, I love you.”
The heavy sigh he emitted told Dream more than enough. He wasn’t the only one to get chewed out by a significant other.
“I’ll be seeing you later then,” Dream called out, walking over after Corpse hung up.
“Yeah,” the other commented, his tone getting light like Dream’s. Both didn’t notice but they had the same lovesick expression on their dopey faces, their body language fluid and calm. It was a stark contrast from just two minutes ago.
“Listen Dream, you and I both can’t handle another night of being lectured and now that we’re temporarily working together, I think it’s high time we try to be at least amicable,” Corpse proposed.
The blonde shot back, “Us being friendly is only going to make things worse. With the two of us there, it’s twice the danger-”
“-and twice the safety,” Corpse butted in. “If we stay with them, we’ll have a much easier time protecting them rather than the two going off on their own. I can’t speak about George, but I know for a fact that Sykkuno is surprisingly stubborn, and if he said he’s going to become friends and hang out with George, he will. Whether I like it or not.”
The blonde looked to the ground, lost in thought as he quickly tried to envision the different outcomes. Either he tried to protect George, meaning he’d be on his bad side for the indefinite future or he was supportive and George would finally let him hug him again. When he put it that way, the answer was crystal clear.
“Fine,” he gritted out. To further cement his support, he offered a hand to Corpse, who quickly took it. The handshake was tense, both squeezing unnecessarily hard and refusing to let go. “Don’t think this means I’m letting you take the lead on this mission.”
Corpse matched his sinister grin. “Wouldn't dream of it.”
“Wow, you guys are amazing cooks!” Sykkuno raved as he stood up to help clear the dishes. He was quickly waved away by the hosting couple, vehemently refusing to let him do anything besides sit there and enjoy himself.
“Well, I guess it’s because I had a great sous chef,” George joked, gazing at Dream who rolled his eyes.
“He’s a fucking demon head chef. I’m surprised no one heard him yelling at me every two seconds,” Dream jabbed back.
They all laughed, a comfortable ambiance in the home as everyone made idle chatter.
The apartment was still not quite set up, some boxes littered around here and there, but the kitchen was completely unpacked, and Corpse and Sykkuno complimented the few decorations that were up.
It had been a pleasant night, everyone getting along well and conversation flowing like they had known each other for years rather than two days. George and Sykkuno were the ones leading it, acting like old friends, but even their counterparts joined in, no hidden insults or tension to be found.
Reluctantly, Sykkuno said his goodbyes, hugging George and waving to Dream before leading Corpse out. He waited until they were safely back in their own home before tackling Corpse into a big hug.
Though he didn’t hesitate to reciprocate, Corpse chuckled, “Woah, what brought this on?”
Sy squeezed tighter, murmuring, “I’m really proud of you Corpse, this meant a lot to me and I’m just really happy.”
Kissing the top of his fuzzy hair, Corpse sweetly responded, “Anything for you, George seems like a charming guy and Dream is tolerable...occasionally.”
He could feel the vibrations of silent laughter, the two remaining still as they embraced in the middle of the entry hallway.
“I’m so glad,” Corpse strained to hear Sykkuno’s quiet words, “They’re so accepting of you, of us.”
That had been the most painful part of their last neighbor's experiences. Sure, they treated Corpse like shit, but as long as Sykkuno was treated nicely, he would have been content. However, they had crossed the line when they began to take his lover aside and dared to ask him if Corospe had forced him to be with him, that he had forced marriage onto him.
Sykkuno had come home in tears and Corpse nearly slaughtered them that very night. Only Sykkuno’s quiet request that he stay with him had stopped his murderous rampage, holding him close and whispering reassurances.
It hurt him that no one seemed to understand. He already knew that Sy was too good for him, that he was nowhere near worthy of his love and affection, but what was far more important was that he did have it. They were truly happy together, but no one could put aside their biases and see that. So what if they were different? If Sykkuno ever felt unhappy with the two of them, Corpse would let him go. Even if it would destroy himself, he wouldn’t hesitate because, at the end of the day, Sykkuno needed to be happy.
He had cashed in a few favors to get them kicked out (and maybe they lost their jobs too but that wasn’t important), but the damage was done. They both were extra cautious of who they talked to, who they befriended.
Seeing the happiness that Sykkuno felt when he chatted with George, when he happily prepared a snack to bring with them, the joy when George mentioned somewhere else he wanted to go with him, it was the motivation Corpse needed to ensure that Dream and he stayed cordial.
He couldn’t bear to be the reason his husband ever frowned.
“You’re so fucking dumb,” Dream panted, ducking behind another stack of wood. “How could you not see the tripwire alarm?” He shot up, firing off a few rounds before diving for cover again.
“I’m sorry Mr. Perfect,” Corpse yelled back, throwing a knife at an approaching figure before joining Dream behind the same stack. “Who’s the one who messed up this little information exchange? You fucked us, now we don’t know what exactly the guy was trafficking.”
“Not my fault that they whipped out a gun in the middle of the exchange.”
They simultaneously groaned when they heard more footsteps enter the warehouse, reinforcements arriving at the worst time possible.
“You go left, I’ll go right,” Corpse ordered, peering around the corner. Without a word, Dream suddenly leaped up, a gun in each hand as he ran to the right. “Alright, fuck you too,” Corpse muttered, mirroring his actions as he too jumped right into it.
Twenty minutes later, Dream was impatiently tapping his foot, cursing under his breath while Corpse was picking the briefcase lock.
“Can you cut it out?” Corpse snapped, frustration making it harder for him to focus.
“Can you hurry up?” Dream retorted, “George will kill me if we’re late and miss the movie.”
“I don’t care about your marital problems!”
“We don’t have marital problems!” Dream yelled, offended at the accusation. “Ok, think about how fucking disappointed Sykkuno will be when I tell him that you were purposely holding us up. I can already imagine the disapproving look.”
Corpse didn't need to imagine it, having experienced it once and vowing to never see it again. He hated to show that Dream’s taunts had gotten to him, but correspondingly re-focused his concentration with added vigor. After a few more seconds of jiggling, the lock snapped open, the two sighing in relief.
“Alright good, if we drop the documents off on the way back, we’ll only be a few minutes late,” Corpse theorized, trailing behind Dream as they took off towards the car.
Tossing a wild grin over his shoulder, Dream announced, “No time, we’ll bring it with us and drop it off later.” Since he was in the lead, he gleefully slid into the driver’s side, ignoring the shouts of anger from Corpse.
“Why do I feel like I’m going to regret this?” Corpse groaned as he opened the door and jumped inside. The car took off before he even closed it, yelping while clutching tightly to the briefcase so it didn’t fly out.
The music was cranked loud, giving him a headache, but what was even scarier was the fact that Dream had one hand on the wheel, eyes manic as he made a sharp turn back onto the main road.
Laughter poured out of the blonde’s mouth, blending with the music and Corpses curses. “We’re not missing that movie, not on my watch.”
“You need to be firm on these things Sy,” George advised as they waited by the entrance. “When he upsets you, never let him give a simple apology. No, he better work for your affection. I’m talking about a written page of what he did wrong, active change for the better, a nice date night, are you writing these down?”
Sykkuno looked up from where he was furiously typing away on his notes app. “Ah, should I not?” he asked nervously.
“No, definitely do that. This is very important info,” George assured, nodding sagely. “There is so much to teach you, I can’t believe you don’t know these things already.”
“Corpse treats me very well,” he shyly bragged, “and I’ve never been in a real serious relationship before this. I mean, most people aren’t into me and I used to get tricked a lot.” His voice died down, embarrassed by his pathetic lack of love life. He didn’t know how he was able to find someone as amazing as Corpse, but every day he counted his blessings.
Rolling his eyes, George deadpanned, “If I wasn’t already with Dream, I would totally be trying to wreck your marriage to get with you Sykkuno.”
He burst into laughter at his friend's flushed face and, while Sykkuno desperately tried to stammer out a reply, hands flailing around, he spotted a familiar car in the corner of his eye. ”There they are!” he happily shouted, waving to Dream.
The blonde waved back, Corpse faintly crying out, “You have no fucking hands on the wheel!” Hearing the panicked voice, Sykkuno’s eyes widened as he saw Corpse looking like a terrified cat, clinging to the door of the car as they skidded into the spot right in front of where they were.
“Five minutes before it starts, I’m proud of you,” George applauded. Dream booked it out of the car and ran up to him. He was like an excited dog, brightening up with glee at being complimented while sweeping the brunette in a big hug.
“You look good today Georgie,” Dream whispered, slightly surprised when he wasn’t immediately pushed away. “But you also look good every day.”
The shorter giggled at Dream knowing exactly what he would have said in response, squeezing his husband closer.
While they were laughing together, Sykkuno rushed over to Corpse who had opened the door but had yet to make a move to stand up. “Are you alright?” Sy worried, yelping as he caught the man as he almost fell out of the car.
“Never let Dream or George drive,” Corpse mumbled, standing up on shaky legs. He gladly let the other support most of his weight, whispering his apologies and thanks.
“Come on, it’s starting soon!” George called out, hand in hand with Dream as they beckoned the other two over. Before they did, at the last second, Corpse remembered to bring along the briefcase, which made Sykkuno cock his head to the side in confusion.
“Work documents, very confidential. The higher-ups would be very mad if I left it unsupervised,” Corpse quickly explained. The explanation was purposely very vague but thank god, Sy was used to Corpse being stingy with talking about his job.
As far as he knew, Corpse was a boring office worker and nothing more. He never questioned it any further, respecting his lover’s boundaries and never wanting to push him into talking about something that made him uncomfortable.
Sykkuno hummed in understanding while Corpse stood up, his legs steadying. Copying the other couple, the two linked their hands as they joined them. The briefcase was forgotten about in favor of enjoying the rare time that they were able to hang out all together.
In fact, even though Corpse was the one holding it, he mostly forgot about it and the danger it presented. The movie ended up being amazing and he begrudgingly agreed it was a good idea that Dream made sure they didn’t miss the beginning.
Afterward, they headed towards a well-known diner, or as George called it, “the most stereotypical American thing ever.” It had been a pleasant time as they walked over and sat down, the place relatively busy but with people spaced out enough that Corpse didn’t feel nearly as anxious.
Perhaps it was because he was so relaxed and happy that he almost missed it. Thankfully, Dream was facing the doorway and upon noticing the new group that had walked in, lightly kicked Corpse’s shin.
Just as the man was about to curse him out, he froze at Dream’s suddenly serious expression, his eyes gesturing towards behind him. Understanding the message, Corpse casually looked around under the pretense of looking for the waiter to get the check.
His eyes narrowed as he took in the four men that entered, each very muscular and looking comical as they squashed into a small booth. None of them were looking in their direction, but Corpse immediately knew that they must be affiliated with the people they crashed into earlier today.
Turning back around, he was met with Dream laughing and chatting along with George and Sykkuno, but his fidgeting hands betrayed his anxiousness. Getting into a fight here would be detrimental, for both parties. It was more likely that they would be followed on the way back, attacking when they were most isolated or even in their own homes.
Under no circumstances could they find out about their apartments. An unspoken agreement was formed between the two; this needed to be taken care of quickly.
Continuing to pretend everything was normal, the couples continued to chat, paying the bill and grabbing their coats.
As they began to walk to the door, Corpse could feel the stares boring into him and made sure to put his hand on the small of Sykkuno’s back. As much as he wished he could, Corpse couldn’t send them his own infamous stare back. They still had the element of surprise and he couldn’t waste it on pettiness.
Midway to the car, Deam patted his pocket and stopped in his tracks. “Fuck, I forgot my wallet there,” he groaned. “You guys head to the car, I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll come with you,” George tried to say, turning around to follow him but Dream was quick to grab his hands.
“Aww,” he cooed, “Little Gogy can’t bear to be apart from me for even two minutes. You’re so cute!” He draped himself on his lover dramatically, making George redder and redder.
The brunette snatched his hands back, gritting, “You know what? Go on your own, I hope you get mugged along the way too.” He pivoted, snatching an unsuspecting Sykkuno and beginning to stomp back towards the car.
Successful, Dream sent a hard stare at Corpse, the other nodding solemnly back. It was a sign of faith, both of them handling very important things. If there was more than the ones following them, Dream was putting the most precious thing to him in Corpse’s hands for safety, and by the same token, Corpse was trusting that Dream would follow through and dispose of those that knew about each of their husband’s identities.
Not wanting to waste time, Dream left while Corpse hurried to catch up with the other two.
The blonde slinked across the dark streets, avoiding the lights and keeping a sharp ear for the heavy footsteps. Predictably, a few blocks away, he found the four who they saw at the restaurant. Up close, he could see the details of their clothes, noting the trademark combat boots and the subtle bulge from guns tucked in their waistbands.
“Well, isn’t this a treat?”
The four froze, their heads turning around frantically to find the origin of the statement.
“I thought all the fun was done for the day when I killed all your comrades.” The lights flickered as Dream descended from the rooftop, looking like an angel of death as he landed in a crouch. “But now, you get the privilege of getting to enjoy the same experience that they got, but I’ll make it even more fun for you.”
Green eyes reflected in the flickering lights, making them appear as if they glowed. “How about we have a little chat about how you found us?”
“Why the fuck do you look like you just ran a marathon?” George questioned when Dream re-entered the car. “And why did it take you like ten minutes to do that?”
“Ran into someone from work,” he panted, “Felt bad for holding you up so I ran the rest of the way there and back.”
Sykkuno leaned forward, exclaiming,” You should have introduced us, I’d love to meet any of Corpse’s associates, especially since you guys ended up being so amazing.”
While George blushed at the compliment, Dream dismissed, “They weren’t in a very talkative mood. Actually, they happened to see us at work earlier and recognized the car while they were walking by. What a coincidence.”
The double meaning of his words was not lost on Corpse who nodded along. So it wasn’t that they found any info. Judging by how carefree Dream was acting, the people likely did not tell anyone else about what they found and since they were "quieted," there was no reason to worry.
“Not everyone in the office is that nice,” he muttered to Sykkuno, “Even Dream is an asshole too.”
“Agreed!”
“I heard that.”
Sykkuno once more giggled, feeling happier than he ever had before. Here he was, with the best husband ever, and now, they had close friends that they both got along with. Corpse could deny it all day, but Sykkuno knew that he and Dream were pretty much friends at this point, despite their many jabs and taunts.
He sighed while sinking into the worn seats, soaking in the quiet chatter of the other couple and Corpse’s warm hand covering his. If every day was like this, he had no complaints. From here on out, he knew that only good things would come.
Weeks passed, the hang-outs becoming more and more frequently just Sykkuno and George rather than all four.
After that night, Dream and Corpse hit a wall when it came to finding out any more about the gang leader or their group. Their brief fight with them must have scared the group to go underground, their previous activity freezing and their assets getting liquified.
It was a dire situation, the concern being that they were about to disappear, leaving the two working themselves to death to catch them before that could happen. Long hours bled into long nights of working tirelessly. Researching, drives to distant, abandoned hideouts, more talks with info dealers, all resulting in absolutely nothing. They had nothing to show for their efforts.
Their spouses noticed their strain, discussing it with each other, and tried their best to support them however they could. That was why, on one of those particular late nights, George’s caller ID popping up on Dream’s phone was no surprise.
“Oi, Blondie.” Corpse nudged Dream out of his intense staring contest with the computer screen. Blinking rapidly, he looked at Corpse with annoyance until his phone was shoved into his face. "Don’t make him worry,” he commanded.
Taking a second to re-focus, Dream finally answered the call, silencing the annoying ringing. "Hey babe, I don't think I’ll be back for dinner, I’m so sorry.”
There was a pause of silence on the other line before a slimy voice answered, “That’s a shame, he was picking up some real nice groceries too.”
Dream froze.
The world was crashing down around him and for a second, he was as still as a statue. His worst fear, his biggest concern that had been in the back of the mind since he ran into George all those years ago, there was no way that it was happening. Please, he thought, please let me be wrong.
Nothing else mattered anymore as his heart and mind seemed to jumpstart, going haywire as he was overcome with anxiety. “Who the fuck are you and where is George?” he growled.
Corpse looked up in alarm, never hearing such venom coating the other’s words.
“You know who I am. As for your little boy toy, he’s doing just fine...for now. But that can change, depending on how good you are at listening to directions.” The hand holding the phone was shaking, not out of fear anymore, but out of anger .
Laughter spilled out of Dream’s lips at the threats, wild and uncontrolled, saying with fake mirth, “You have a fucking death wish. You did what everyone else is smart enough not to do, you fucked with me, with Dream .”
Another beat of silence before the leader spat back, “I’m not afraid of you. In fact, I’m not afraid of Corpse either.” The two exchanged a glance, Dream wordlessly switching to speakerphone so they could both hear clearly. “I admit, I was surprised by your lover, but I guess the age-old opposites attract still holds true.”
Corpse dropped the stack of papers, grabbing the phone to whisper directly into it, “If you fucking touch a hair on his head, I’ll fucking-”
“You’ll what? I can kill him whenever I want, so let’s start talking about a deal instead of making baseless threats.” Corpse looked murderous but dutifully kept his mouth shut. Sykkuno is fine, he mentally chanted, desperatly hoping it was true.
“I want 200 million dollars deposited in our bank account, the one you guys have been monitoring. After that, I want travel arrangements that will take me and my men to the Cayman Islands. I’ll be bringing your lovely husbands along and only release them once we arrive safely. You have 24 hours to figure this out before we start playing a game of eeny meeny to see which one will survive. No negotiations, get it done.”
The line abruptly cut, leaving a haunting beeping noise. Dream set down his phone in shock, collapsing into his chair.
Contrary to his partner, Corpse went into hyperdrive. “What are you doing?” Corpse yelled, immediately jumping into action. "We have to start making some calls, try to see if we can trace it. Come on, now’s not the time for-”
“I’m sorry Corpse,” Dream whispered, “This is all my fault.”
Corpse paused his action, turning around in confusion. Before the other could open his mouth to argue, Dream continued. “I didn’t tell you the full truth.”
He brought his face to his hands, too ashamed to even look. “Our previous house, George said we moved because others complained about us but that’s not true. I had been too arrogant, too careless, and someone eventually found my address. Luckily, it was me home when they came but it could have easily been him there, all alone. I moved us away, lying so he wouldn't worry, but fuck. I must have messed up again and now, Sykkuno got captured too and it’s all my fucking fault.”
He felt like crying, guilt weighing him down. Now, both their husbands were not safe because of him. Had he learned fucking nothing?
Flinching when a hand was placed on his shoulder, Dream looked up in confusion when Corpse didn't immediately punch him. He was met with an understanding expression, Corpse softly asking, “Haven’t you been more careful than ever since then? Even more than me? This was not your fault Dream, it’s both of ours. I’m not going to sit by and let a past incident cloud my judgment for the present one. Yes, things are worse, but now, there’s two of us.”
He gripped Dreams shoulders tighter. “We’ll get them back and we’ll fucking kill every last one for even daring to take them away.”
Corpse stood up and began to walk towards the armory. "Better hurry up blondie before I go and save both of them myself, unless you’re cool with me being recognized as the better husband .”
The taunt was enough to spur Dream to his feet. It was not the time to reminisce on his past failures. George, his world, his everything , was not where he should be, which was safe and with Dream.
It was time he cleaned up the mess he had made.
“It’s a fucking trap,” Corpse muttered as he adjusted the binoculars to look closer.
He and Dream stood on the rooftop of the nearby warehouse, the building where the signal had come from right in front of them. They decided that waiting for backup was a waste of time and, if everything went to plan, they still didn’t want to reveal their personal life to all their associates.
They could handle this on their own, they had to. Dream and Corpse were fully decked out in all their usual tactical gear, spare knives and handguns strapped all over their bodies.
However, the building remained completely empty, not a soul in sight. No patrols, no lookouts, no one going in or out. It looked abandoned and if they weren’t completely sure that they were there, Corpse and Dream would have never checked here.
“Well even if it is a trap,” Dream sighed, grabbing his gun and resting it against his shoulder, “we still have to go in.” Corpse nodded his agreement, taking the lead as he slipped off the roof. Silent as the night, the duo entered the building through one of the broken windows, and the minute they stepped inside, the gang's fate had been sealed. These fuckers were getting killed tonight.
Deciding to stick together was certainly unconventional but considering there was a good chance that there would be traps, they covered each other’s backs.
If the stakes weren't so high, they would take a moment to realize how in sync they were. For people who would regularly argue and state how different they were, the two worked together seamlessly. Where Dream was brash and charged ahead ruthlessly, Corpse remained in the shadows, silently searching for any signs of their loved ones.
Minutes ticked by and still, not a soul could be seen or heard. The only floor that remained unsearched was the basement, something that made the two uneasy. With no clear exits, having them all amassed together would make combat increasingly difficult, especially with stray bullets possibly hitting George or Sykkuno.
“Now’s not the time for stealth,” Dream advised as he stood with his back against the side of the door.
Corpse cracked his head to the side, his eyes appearing almost red with rage. “They fucked with Sykkuno. The next thing they’ll be seeing is the devil himself.”
Behind the metal door, a sudden outcry made them pause for a second. Distant yelling and the unmistakable noise of someone getting hit made their blood ran cold.
With one last nod, Corpse ran forward and kicked the door in hard enough that it broke off the hinges. He ran in, Dream covering his back, with their guns out, gripped by fear of who was getting hit and uncontrolled rage towards whoever dared to raise their hand against them.
“Stupid. Fucking. Bitch.”
"Hey, you should maybe calm down a little."
"I. Hate. You. So. Much."
“I-I think that’s enough.”
“Go. To. Fucking. HELL!” George yelled, sending another kick into the sobbing leader. He slammed his foot down right into his gut, savagely smiling as he heard him wheeze. “That’s what you get for fucking putting a hand on me. Sy, hand me the knife, I’m going to cut off his fucking d-”
Sykkuno visually gagged before hurrying to advise, “Please, I think he’s learned his lesson, okay?” He carefully wiped off the bloody knife he held on one of the dead body’s clothes, face scrunching up in concentration. Once he was satisfied, he walked back over to where George was still going at it.
“Thanks for letting me borrow your knife, Mr. Gang Leader,” he cheerfully remarked. Without any hesitation, he let the blade fall out of his hand, keeping that pleasant smile on his face when it pierced right through the stomach, making another onslaught of screams echo around the basement. “So kind of you to leave it within reaching distance from us.”
Looking up with a satisfied grin, George startled at seeing Dream and Corpse standing awkwardly in the doorway. “Look who decided to show up,” he mocked.
His accomplice turned around in uncertainty, quickly turning into joy as he saw Corpse. “You’re here!” Sykkuno cheered, “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Corpse mumbled, his eyes not moving from the blood that stained Sy’s hands and the dozens of immobile men surrounding them.
“I used to be a knife enthusiast,” Sykkuno shrugged before running up to him and pulling him into a big hug.
“And I would never pass the chance to beat some fuckers up,” George added, his head twisting around to stare at Dream, “Especially those who lied to me for several years.”
“Honey,” Dream started, dropping his guns in fear. “I-It was for your own safety.”
George hummed, slowly making his way closer, matching a step forward for every step backward that Dream made. Unfortunately, the amount of space was limited and Dream soon found himself hitting the wall.
He closed his eyes, his hands reflexively trying to protect his manhood when instead of the flash of pain he expected, George left a quick kiss on his cheek.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” he sincerely said, cradling Dream's head in his hands. The blonde melted at his words, pulling him closer. All the worry and fear he felt was gone. Relief flooded through him as he felt the warm body, alive and right where it was supposed to be.
Mumbling into Dream’s shoulder, George whispered, “You’re not off the hook yet. When we get home, we’ll be having a very long discussion and I expect the next sevenyears to be filled with apologies and gifts to make up for all the lies from the past seven .”
Unable to hold back, Dream burst into laughter, his whole form shaking in joy. “I look forward to it, the next seven years, the next twenty, all of them.”
A sharp cough from Corpse had them separating with a blush, realizing that getting romantic while surrounded by a scene straight out of a horror film wasn't the best idea.
After a few clarifications were made, the details gruesome enough to make the two agents gag, George was quick to grab Sykkuno’s hand. He yanked him away under the explanation that since the other two were the reason that they were fucking kidnapped , they had to deal with the aftermath.
Staring at the chaos in the room Dream side-eyed Corpse.
“I can see the similarities between the two of you. Your husband is fucking scary,” he casually noted, surveying the knife wounds that were far too accurate for an amateur. They were clean cuts, no excess wounds. If Dream didn’t know any better, he would say that this was Corpse’s work.
“So is yours,” Corpse responded, wincing as he took in the injuries from pure blunt force on the others. Where George hid all this strength was something that was making his head spin.
A moment of silence passed, the two continuing to sort through the bodies, until each paused as the same thought crossed their minds.
“You know what...” Dream muttered.
Corpse whispered to himself, “This means…”
Together, in tandem, they turned to the other and shouted with pride,
“My husband is better than yours!”