DreamSMP oneshots

my home becomes my grave (2)

continuation from the last one

tw // dead body, injuries

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The man sits in a dark room, fiddling with the hands of the clock. He knew Dream threw his clock in the lava on purpose again and wanted to teach him a lesson. Sam had his legs up on the desk, leaning back in his chair as he hums a familiar tune. The monitor with the live footage from Dream's cell has been turned to the side, and the screen was dimmed; the blondes constant wandering had become distracting to Sam. 

He seems to have gone still now, sleeping soundly for the first time in a while. Sam knew the man suffered from insomnia; however, he didn't necessarily care. Dream was a terrible person; he doesn't deserve luxuries like a pillow to help him sleep. Growing up, Dream had confided in Sam to share his trouble sleeping, saying he found it hard to sleep without holding onto something. He also mentioned the constant nightmares whenever he closed his eyes, but the creeper hybrid didn't really pay much attention. However, he is now pleasantly surprised that the younger was sleeping soundly in his cell as he had been every time Sam checked the monitor briefly.

He places the clock on his desk, satisfied that is was working correctly before he gave it to Dream. He hoped the younger had learnt his lesson by now, and he wouldn't throw his clock anymore. The hybrid picks up his communicator, scanning through recent messages, looking for the one he expected only to see nothing. He sighs, placing his communicator in his pocket and standing up. The blonde wasn't allowed to go to the cell unless the other was here, and honestly, he didn't want to go to the cell.

He'd been purposely avoiding it for weeks now, relying solely on the automatic food dispenser to provide his food to Dream. The last time the creeper hybrid went to see Dream was months ago when he decided to teach Dream a lesson for misbehaving. The only reason he has to go now is to replace the blonde man's clock. 

It had been so long since Dream had last thrown his clock in the lava; why would he do it now? Maybe the ticking was finally breaking him? Sam smiles at the thought. Good, he deserves it. That man caused so much chaos and pain to his own server, and here he is, serving a life sentence in the prison he commissioned.

His communicator buzzes in his pocket, and Sam pulls it out, already knowing what to expect.

Sapnap whisper to you: im here

The creeper hybrid smiles, thankful that he no longer has to sit in that damn office. He places his communicator back in his pocket, turning off the screen to the cell and heading out to meet Sapnap. The walkway to the front of the prison was barely lit, but Sam knew it like the back of his hand. 

Sam walks down the hallway with haste, just wanting this visit to be over. He continues humming the same tune, trying not to let the prison's silence get to him until he reaches the main room. In here, he calls Sapnap in and waits for the brunette to come through the portal.

Once the two were together, conversation flowed easily, despite the nervous energy radiating from Sap. It was understandable since the younger was about to see his former best friend for the first time in a while. Months actually. They skip through most security precautions, and Sam doesn't make Sapnap leave his things in the locker. 

He doesn't see a point now because the brunette hates Dream with a passion; he wouldn't let him out in a million years. Plus, Dream wouldn't be able to get our anyway since he had become weaker in prison. The lack of proper foods and exercise had had an impact on the other blondes body. Sam knew how easy it had become to overpower him. This should be a quick in and out visit. All they had to do was give Dream and clock while Sapnap spoke to him about whatever he wanted to. Easy, right?