Sleepy Bois Inc. Angst Oneshots

Another Offer

TW: suicidal thoughts/ depression, a hostage situation/ kidnapping
AN: wanna hear my version of how Wilbur, Phil, and Techno meet Tommy? Also businessman Dream pog
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Wilbur paced his living room. A knock sent him running to the door. He opened it to find Dream, his annoyance surprisingly clear on his masked face. Wilbur flinched before covering it up with a wave.

"Good- good afternoon, Dream!" he stuttered as the masked man entered his home. He twisted the hem of his shirt in knots and looked at the floor. "How are you?" he asked. He pasted a smile on his face, finally daring to meet Dream's eyes. Dream didn't look happy. Wil shuddered.

"Hello, Wilbur. Let's skip the pleasantries. You owe me money; it's time to pay up." Wilbur wrapped his arms around himself and tried to calm down. He could get out of this. No, he would get out of this. He set his jaw and stood straight. Dream cocked an eyebrow at him and walked towards him.

"I need an extension. I can get you the money by next week, two weeks at the latest. Please." His brave face melted away as Dream's eyes darkened at the request. Wilbur scrambled around his coffee table, backing away from the menacing blond.

"That's what you said last time!" Dream yelled, slamming his hand down on the table. "I'm done giving you extensions," Dream said in a calmer tone.

He turned his head to the pictures that hung on Wilbur's fireplace. He picked one up and stared at it. Techno, Wilbur, and Philza stared up at him happily. "Although, I do have another offer. One you might find easier to fulfill."

"What is it?" Wilbur asked, fear evident in his tone. Whatever Dream was planning, he didn't like the sound of it. But what could he do? He couldn't pay, and Dream would never drop his charges.

Despite his fear, hope welled up inside of him. He had owed money to Dream for months. What if this was his way out? Dream wouldn't have power over him anymore; he'd be free. Wilbur found himself ready to agree to anything. The feeling scared him, but not as much as Dream scared him.

"I need a favor. You're good with kids, I'd assume," Dream said, picking up a family photo of Wilbur and Fundy. Wilbur nodded hesitantly, remembering the five year-old sleeping upstairs. "Well, I need a successor, someone to take my place eventually. Preferably one that is strong but moldable. You're going to find one for me."

Wilbur felt sick to his stomach. Would he really do this? The Dream he knew was unforgiving and forceful when he wanted something, and the things he wanted people to do...

They weren't something anyone would agree to if they had a choice. And to subject a child to that, a person had to be pure evil, even more evil than Dream.

And yet, Wilbur found himself accepting Dream's new terms. He pushed his feelings down as regret washed over him. He hated himself for agreeing, and he knew he would hate himself even more if- when he kept the promise.

Dream nodded in approval. "Good. You have three months. Until then, I'll be holding onto your son." Wilbur froze, and his whole body went rigid. He looked to Dream like a deer in headlights and prayed that he had heard wrong.

"I'm sorry, what?" A pit grew in his stomach. He hugged his arms tighter to himself and looked towards the stairs. Surely, Dream didn't mean it. He wouldn't touch Fundy, right?

"You heard me. Don't worry. I'll take good care of him." Dream snapped his fingers, and George and Sapnap marched down the stairs with a scared Fundy struggling against their grip.

Wilbur realized they had snuck upstairs while he was preoccupied with Dream. He should've protected Fundy better. He should've known what Dream was planning. He should never have made a deal with Dream in the first place.

"Dad? Dad! Don't let them take me!" Fundy's cries jarred him from his thoughts. He lunged towards his son, but Dream held him back. He smiled at Wilbur cruelly.

"You'll see him in three months... if you find me what I'm looking for." Wilbur watched as the Dream Team strutted off with his son.

Fundy screamed for him, and with tears in his eyes, Wilbur turned his back. He picked up the photo Dream had been holding and stared at it. Tears dripped onto the photo. Wilbur fell to the ground and cradled it to his chest. He sobbed.

What had he done?

He had just let a murderer walk away with his son. To get him back, he had to damn someone else's child to a fate worse than death.

He stayed like that for hours, and when a door opened, he didn't bother looking up. His eyes were glued to the image of his smiling son. He hoped it was Dream, coming to release Fundy, to say that this was all one big misunderstanding, but he knew Dream would never do that, not until he got what he wanted.

His thoughts turned in a different direction: death. He hoped the intruder would kill him. It was a just punishment for what was in his future. He had nothing to live for. At this point, he wished someone would kill him. Hell, he'd even hand them the sword.

"Wilbur?" He heard the intruder ask. It was his own father, Phil. Phil placed a hand on his shoulder and sat down next to him. He looked at Wilbur with concern in his eyes. The gentleness made Wilbur cry.

"Dad, I let him go. I lost him. Dream has him, and I'm never getting him back," he said, gasping for air in between sobs. He choked and heaved and wailed.

"What happened?" Phil asked softly. He wrapped his arms around Wil and rubbed circles in his back like he had done when Wil was a boy. "What happened?"

"He took Fundy. He took my son," Wil whispered hoarsely. "I need- I need help, Dad. I don't know what to do. What do I do?"

Wilbur hugged his father tightly, grappling against his inner demons. Between sobs, he explained what Dream was making him do. Horror grew on Phil's face as Wilbur gave him the details.

"Do what he asks." Phil said after a minute. "Whatever it takes to get your son back. If you're anything like me, I know you'll fight tooth and nail to get Fundy back. I'll be right along side you the whole time. We'll fix this. I promise."
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AN: I'm sorry if it's bad, and I'm sorry for not updating for like a week. I'm tired, and school's been kicking my ass. I'm fine, though... *finger guns through the pain*

On a brighter note, thanks for 2.8k reads! You all are amazing, and remember to take care of yourselves, lovelies! I'll have part two out sometime soon!

And if you could give me a number, any number, between 26 and 85, that'd be great. It's not related to part two, but it is related to what story I work on next.

P.S. if you saw me publish then unpublish this, shhhh, no you didn't.