Imprisonment (DNF)

An unexpected visit.

A/N remember to vote if you enjoy :)

Tommy was left breathless, stuttering as panic consumed him.

What he had witnessed - it was unnatural.

"So?" Dream grinned menacingly.
"Tell me about it!"

Tommy was in pain. His whole body had been completely torn apart and put back together in... where he had gone.

He was traumatised.

"I- Wi- Wilbu-" he couldn't get a word out without his whole body feeling like it was about to collapse. His mind ran wild as all the memories rushed back.

He shouldn't be alive. And that did things to his body that was completely  indescribable. Agonising would be an understatement.

Dream rolled his eyes in frustration. He needed to know what it was like there so he could use it to get out of this hot hellhole.

Maybe I just need to let him calm down. Then he'll be ready to talk.

—

"DON'T REVIVE WILBUR" A sudden loud obnoxious scream filled the air. It startled Dream. But curiosity drew him in.
He knew Tommy would crack. All he needed was the silent treatment and passive aggressive guilt trips. He knew because his mother did it all the time to him, and he always broke down.

He definitely knew where his manipulative tendencies came from.

"Why?" He asked leaning forward, focusing his attention on the manic young boy, completely disregarding his panic and pain.

"He's evil! I know I said I wanted my brother back, but he is not my brother anymore and-" Tommy's heart wrenchingly panicked voice came to a sudden stop as he desperately searched for his words.
"Just promise me." The teen pleaded. His eyes sparkled painstakingly and desperate.

Dream gave Tommy an evil grin.

This was his ticket out of here.

"I can't do that Tommy."

He couldn't feel bad. He couldn't. Even a small twinge of guilt would force Dream to back out of this plan.
This was his one chance to leave.
His one chance to be happy.
His one chance to be with George.

And that's all that mattered.
—

The blonde watched as Tommy was pulled out of the cell. He waved the teen away, as he shouted all sorts of unintelligible words that Dream was sure were supposed to be insults. But he didn't let it bother him. Tommy would get over it. At least he hoped so.

As the voices faded down the the halls of the prison, Dream trailed off into deep thought.
He hoped that Tommy didn't genuinely feel the way he says he does.
He hoped that Tommy could one day understand everything and hold no grudges. He hated the idea that what he was doing was wrong, but Dream was always able to remind himself that the world made him this way.
The world taught him that the only way to get ahead is to control.
And Tommy was the easiest person to use and abuse.

He thought back to his vault, the very place where absolutely everyone turned against him.
How it completely broke his heart, seeing Sapnap standing there, ready for a fight.
How he fell even more in love with George when he didn't show up with everyone else to imprison him on land that he owned.

Bare minimum. He thought.
But Dream couldn't help but let everything that George did, force him to fall harder, obsess more.

That's what it was. An obsession. He knew that.
But what if George was obsessed too?
Could that really be an obsession?
Where's the line that determines an obsession with someone and deep love for them?

When they love you back.

—

"You've got a visitor."

Dream was pulled out of his own head by a voice that sounded like it belonged to a broken man.
He stood up quickly and moved his attention to the hot fiery liquid. Cool air brushed against his face as it fell slowly.

God he loved that feeling.
He couldn't wait to feel it everyday.

Maybe on the beach, putting sun screen on Georges beautiful pale back, then racing into the ocean with him. Or a small mushroom cottage in the middle of nowhere, reading books, cuddled up at the fire place, and picking flowers in the forest each day to replace the dying ones sat in a nice vase on the dining table.

Oh god that life sounded beautiful.
It was the little things. Dream loved the little things.

"Hey, Dream."

Dream hadn't realised he'd gotten lost in his thoughts again until he saw a short man wearing an LAFD beanie standing before him.

"Quackity?" Dream said, dazed, with a hint of confusion.
"Why are you here?"

Quackity gave a breathless exhale. He sounded amused.
"I'm gonna cut to the chase here."

Silence.

"I want the book."

Dream glared at Quackity.
"What book?"
He knew what book he was talking about, but what else was he meant to say?

Oh sure! Here, take it!

Yeah, no.

"You know what I'm talking about." Quackity growled.

Dream paused, trying to think of something to say.
"I don't have it. It's in my head. It's just knowledge-" before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted, by an impatient voice, laced with hatred,
"Then give me the fucking knowledge."

Dream laughed. He couldn't help but be amused by the situation.
What could quackity do? He had nothing on him, and was probably close to death after the poison he was forced to take before entering. There was nothing that he could do to get anything out of him.

Though the amusement was quickly replaced with utter panic and dread when he saw a large sword on quackitys back and a netherite axe in his hand.

The short man glared at dream, pointing his weapon into the blondes face, mercilessly.

Dreams stomach dropped.

"Everyday that I don't get what I want" quackity began confidently.
"you will be brought this close to death." He pinched his thumb and pointer finger together to barely touch.
"You are going to wish you were dead." He almost whispered in an evil tone as a grin formed across the short mans face.

Panic set in as Dream wailed out to Sam, desperate for something-anything that might help him out of this situation.

A laugh escaped quackity's lips.
"How do you think I got the sword in here, dumbass?"

Dream backed into the obsidian wall, realising the broken voice that informed him of a visitor was one that belonged to a defeated prison warden convinced by the last person on earth Dream would expect.

Quackity.

"Now... are we doing this the easy way or the hard way?" He asked with a grin.

Although he was shorter than the blonde, quackity towered over him with complete power and control.

A pit formed in dreams stomach.

He couldn't tell him. There's no getting out of here if he did. Not when the last bit of power he had left was a book thats literally the only reason he was left alive.
He's useless without that knowledge.
There's no good reasons to keep him around without that knowledge.
His entire existence, relied on that knowledge.

So now Dream had a decision to make.