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If you had told Dream 8 months ago that he would've been tortured in prison for 5 out of 8 months he would've laughed in your face.
Now tho? There was no laughing, just sadness and quiet.
Dream wasn't happy, how could he be when he was tortured every single day. There wasn't anyone to talk to besides Quackity who would only come to cause him pain and suffering. He wasn't even fed properly, half the time Sam didn't even feed hm. And when he did Dream felt too sick to his stomach to even eat it, knowing he'd throw up immediately..
Not to mention if he didn't do it on his own Quackity would probably shove his fingers down his throat till he did.
I mean.. the mad man already did it once.
So there was Dream, hungry, sad, in pain and laying on the floor of the prison.
Quackity finished his session..what? a few hours ago? He didn't know, the clock's been gone for so long. All he could do was watch the ceiling, the drops falling off of the crying obsidian and onto the ground below him. It was hot in the cell too, to the point it burned like hell. But Dream didn't mind the warmth feeling his cell, it distracted his from the pain of his opened wounds,
Usually Quackity wouldn't leave him like this, bleeding and with broken bones. But he was in a bad mood and didn't make Dream drink any sort of potion.. Hey at least he made sure it was just minor injuries.
Dream huffed out a laugh "Minor..." And whispered to himself. His voice was quiet and hoarse from all the yelling and screaming. He could remember himself screaming for Sam, begging Quackity to stop. Dream always did that even though he knew no help would come for him..
He didn't deserve help. He knew that..
'94,365...94,365-' Dream's counting was cut short, turning his head as he heard redstone move.
He sat up despite his body screaming at him not to and he crawled ovet to his croner, looking towards the rising lava. He could see them.. Quackity and Sam and Quackity looked happy...
happy?
I mean sure it wasn't unusual to see Quackity smiling but those were smirks.. this was an actual smile
Dream squinted his eyes behind his half broken mask and stared, confusion gracing his face as he watched both Sam and Quackity make their way to his cell..
Why was Sam coming? Was this some new torture method?
Unknown to Dream it was-
The masked man curled up tightly in the croner, wrapping his hands around himself. Just to keep his distance... He couldn't even bring himself to glare anymore, now he jsut stared up at them with a worried expression on his face.
"H-Hello, sirs.." the poor man called out, staring up at them..
"Dream! Hellooo it's so good to see you." Yeah right.. "It's your lucky day today!"
damn it here it comes, Dream looked to the ground, preparing himself..
"You're getting out of here!"
...I'm sorry, what???
"I..huh?" Dream looked up, eyes wide once again. They had to be joking,right???? This was,, just some sick and twisted joke, as soon as he walks up to the bridge they woud throw him into lava and torture him till he couldn't talk! Till he was bleeding from everywhere on his body.
"I don't..u-understand-" He gasped once Quackity got close, kneeling down in front of him.
"Don't talk unless i tell you to!"
iimmediately Dream quieted down.
"I've recently found out a few things about you, Dream, y'know" what was this dude talking about..
"Like.. you were married" well ok..that was obvious, everyone knew of the story.
"You were pregnant" Quackity smirked at Dream...
how the fuck did he find THAT one out..
"You have a son, connor. Ain't that right?" "..." "AIN'T THAT RIGHT?" "Y-Yes, sir!"
A gentle hand was placed on Dream's chin, gently rbbinghis thumb over the bruised and sweaty cheek.
"See.. i can't have a parent in prison, that's not right of me, right?" "Y-Yes.." "Yes who?"
the hand on his chin tightened, the thumb stabbing his nail into his cheek.. "Yes s- sir!"
"Good" the hand slowly relaxed.
Sam just watched from the bridge, staring with no roblem.. Like he didn't care what was happening.
"So..you're coming with us to Las Nevadas!" Quackity smiled at Dream, sick and sadistic.. jst like his usual.
"Isn't that fun??? We already got everything ready for you! so get up"
the man stood up, watching Dream and waiting for him to stood up.
But.. Dream couldn't move, He was hurting, his legs were in pain.Quackity literally cut his fucking tendons so he couldn't move without pain shooting throug his body. And this guy was expecting him to stand up and plus WALK.
"Up, Dream." He could see the man was getting frustrated. But... he couldn't MOVE!
"S-Sir..i-i can't move.." Dream whispered
"Louder!" "I can't move"
.....Quackity hummed, looking over his shoulder to Sam then to Dream.
"Fine, then crawl."
EXCUSE ME???????
"Come on" Quackity smirked "Be a good boy..."
Sam then walked over, giving a lead and..is that a fucking collar???
I mean it was pretty, leather, black with a tag that said 'Dream' on it.
But Dream himself didn't want that around his neck.
Bur it wasn't about what he wanted, it was about what Quackity wanted. So suddenly the collar made it's hom around the poor man's neck. The lead was attached to itright away and Quackity started pulling, Dream gagging at first as he fell forward onto his hands and knees..
He started crawling after Quackity as he started walking, not wanting to get choked..
He hated it he hated it he hated it he hated it
And as they got onto the bridge Sam watched.
he hated it too..
Cause Dream was out? Or because this was awful treatment? Guess we'll find out.