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The hand in his hair pulled him up, causing another shot of pain. He gasped for air. “Are you finally gonna tell us about this revive book of yours?” The person behind him asked.
“Never Quackity! The book is burned and gone. I am the only one that knows what’s in it. And I will never tell you.” Dream hissed back at the duck hybrid. Immediately his head was pushed down back in the water. Dream held his breath for as long as possible, but eventually he was running out of oxygen. His brain forced him to inhale, causing a wave of water to go down into his lungs. Quackity pulled him up again, causing Dream to cough and heave in an attempt to get the water out of his lungs.
“I will keep doing this until you tell me.” Quackity said.
“Well, keep going then.” Dream snapped back. And the water was back. Dream tried to fight against the urge to breathe.
Was this how Tommy had felt when ever he had punished him by near drowning the boy? Tommy had been so scared. Screaming and trashing around in his grip to get away from the water, which brought forth the only effect of the boy swallowing more water in the process.
Dream wasn’t scared in this moment. He would be the last person on the server to admit he was scared. He wasn’t scared of the water, not of Quackity and certainly not of death. He was scarily calm considering the circumstances.
Quackity had come into the cell and had pushed Dream on his knees next to the cauldron in the cell and without even a word he had pushed Dream’s head underwater.
Dream had just given in, knowing that struggle wouldn’t help him.
Dream was thrown out of his mind when he was quite literally thrown against the ground.
“I WAS TALKING TO YOU!” Quackity yelled.
“Clearly I didn’t pick up on it.” Dream said back with a smirk.
“Oh, you are thinking this is funny.” Quackity growled. He grabbed Dream by his hair and pulled him towards the cauldron again, pushing his head underwater again.
Dream didn’t panic. Quackity would get him out to question him again in a few seconds. But seconds, became minutes. And minutes became even longer minutes.
Dream was running out of air. He had already tried to inhale, but of course his lungs filled with water instead of air. He needed to get free, get out of here. He started to struggle. He could faintly hear Quackity laugh.
The struggling caused Dream to lose oxygen quicker. He took another breath, another wave of water.
Slowly Dream started to lose consciousness. His chest felt heavy and cramped. Before he fully lost consciousness, he felt someone pull him out of the water. He heard people shout, but he didn’t know who was shouting at who.