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chaos

it was gonna b a filler chapter but i love chaos lol (but still short)
torture, mention of pr0sitution, r^p3, and sl^t shaming. murder, arson (lol i love arson💗💗)
none directed to either of them ofc
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dream stood by the shorter male, staring at the pathetic man they lay below them.

"please, i'll give you anything! what do you want, money? i can get you money! you want a whore? i got all the sl^ts in the town, they'll do anything for that ba-"

the rambling man was silenced by a sharp slap and brutal kick to the balls.

"shut the fuck up. don't talk about anybody that way, you little piece of shit."

that voice came from his beloved, george.

dream could really see that the words got to him, he knew how that type of shit bothered george.

dream sighed, and kissed his lover, tasting his sweet taste before walking over to the man. he grabbed a bat on the way, twirling it around on his fingers, relishing in the olders growing fear.

dream tilted him back on the chair, leaning in and watching the terrified man through his predatory eyes. he did george's signature eyebrow raise, maniacally grinning at the weak hag below him.

"listen, you've seemed to upset my baby and we both know how i'd do anything for him, right?"

the son of a bitch just stared back, sweating buckets.

his cowardice just annoyed dream.

"right?" dream demanded more aggressively, his charming grin fading into a psychotic snarl. he pressed the bat to the cowards neck, limiting his air.

"yes, yes! we all know how much you love him! everybody knows! everybody knows!" the man gasped, getting desperate.

"good." dream walked back and stared at george for further instruction.

but not after a sharp whack to the head that left the man groaning.

the man was expecting more torture, he didn't know for gods sake. maybe they would cut off his fingers. or his 3 remaining ones, anyway. would they cut his dick off? he feared for his life. he knew how brutal the two were. they were practically famous in this society, the two lovers known for murdering without any public reason. it was quite private and personal.

"dream, why don't you go first?" george winked, signalling something the man couldn't decipher.

dream could only grin in realization and skipped out of the musty basement.

the man flinched as he heard the doors slam shut.

"now.." george started circling the man, like a bloodthirsty shark out for prey.

the man was the prey, and he knew it.

but he knew nothing could change their mind, so he sat shaking like the coward he was.

but instead of torturing the man into his death, george grabbed large tubes of gasoline. he held two in each hand, staring at the man and waiting for him to realize.

the man did realize.

he was going to be burned alive.

the next thing he knew, he was drenched in the gasoline, along with the room. george went around, tossing healthy amounts of the flammable liquid onto the ground. just before he was going to continue his deed upstairs, he explained everything to the man.

"you must wonder why we're here for you."

the man blinked, gasoline stinging his red eyes.

"you see, you murdered my sister."

the man blinked again, having no memory of his sister.

at this, george smiled, hiding many feelings behind it.

"of course you wouldn't remember her. you had too many kidnapped and r^ped young girls to count, you disgusting wrench."

the motherfucker just stared.

"anywho, i guess it's time for us to depart. see you in hell!" george said cheerfully, skipping up the stairs while pooring the liquid everywhere.

outside

"hey bubs," dream cooed giving george a peck on his head.

"hey fattie." george replied, equally as fondly.

dream chuckled, used to george's abuse.

"did you put gasoline around the whole house?"

"yeah. wanna light it?" dream offered, handing the single match to george.

"sure." this made george happy, dream knew how much he loved arson, even more than sapnap.

and so, he lit the small match, the opulent flame staring into his soul.

then he threw it, watching the house erupt in flames. george stared at the fire, mesmerized.

dream stared at george, mesmerized.

the fire described george perfectly.

"don't you get tired of the mess you're creating?" he asked, jokingly.

"nah," george replied simply.

then he turned, raising his eyebrow at dream. sinister eyes staring into another pair.

"chaos is an old friend."

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yuhhh i liked this chapter lol

anywho, hoped u enjoyed!!!!!!!!!! ily guys stay healthy hydrated and happy bye!! xoxoxo!!!!!

cho