Broken Mask| Fundy & Dream

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"Fundy, I'm sorry that we have to meet like this, again. Take a seat."

"It's fine, Sam. What can I help you with?"

Sam sighed as he looked at the fox. He didn't want to impose that he was lying, but some things just didn't add up.

"When Sapnap threatened you, what exactly did he say? Word for word."

Fundy looked up at Sam with confused eyes. "Didn't I tell you?"

"Yes, but I wanted to ask again. Just to be thorough."

The fox nodded, confused a bit as Sam looked like he was hiding something. Something that was obvious. He sighed and began to explain.

"Sapnap and George gave me a week to be clean because they wanted to talk to Dream. They said I was closer to him, and since Dream wouldn't talk to them due to George being his ex, they figured that I was the better option." Fundy explained. "I don't know why they didn't ask anyone else."

"I thought you said you couldn't remember the reason?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. The reason why they had to threaten me." Fundy stated. "Wait a minute, Sam, you're not thinking Dream is the one who murdered them, are you?"

Sam stayed silent, and this made Fundy infuriated.

"Do you even have ANYTHING that could be evidence? Sam, you know what happened. You know there's no way he's able to murder his two best friends. You knew how close they were." Fundy stood up, pissed. "I can't believe your really accusing him."

"I didn't say that I was accusing him! I just see flaws in the alibis. That's all." Sam defended, "But yes, it's possible Dream has something to do with this, and based off how you're reacting, you seem like you know something."

"I told you everything that I know!" Fundy shouted, "You know what, fuck off." The fox stormed off, slamming the door behind him.

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Dream would be lying if he said he wasn't scared when Fundy came home, furious. He never saw the fox that mad to the point that his cheeks turned solid red.

"What happened?"

"He's fucking accusing you of the murders."

Dream's eyes slightly filled with fear. Then, they filled with anger. Sam wouldn't be able to find out that he did it. He had no evidence, nothing.

He was getting too pushy.

"Huh, typical." Dream shrugged. "This government is scuffed."

The fox hugged his knees close to his chest. Just wanting to scream.

"He thinks I have something to do with it."

Dream froze in his tracks. "What?"

"Sam. He thinks I have something to do with it."

The blonde's eyes darkened, that was it. He was pushed. It was one thing to accuse him, but to accuse his love? Hell no.

"I'll be back later tonight, Bad needs me to help him with something."

Before Fundy could even question what was going on, Dream was out the door within seconds.

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The blonde looked up at Sam's door, Quackity's axe in his hand (he was also wearing gloves to preserve the fingerprints). How he got it? No idea. Instead of wearing his typical green jacket and jeans, he was wearing something different.

Quackity's beanie, clothes, all of that.

The blonde smiled and walked inside the house. He walked straight to Sam's bedroom, where the male was sleeping peacefully.

"You should've thought twice.."

Whack!

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"Sam? Sam! C'mon dude, we gotta go to work!"

Ponk yelled as he walked inside the house. It was the next day, and him and Sam had another shift together at Pandora's Vault.

"Sam? Love? Seriously, c'mon-"

The male was getting annoyed at this point. I mean, his boyfriend was a deep sleeper. He walked inside the room.

"Sam?"

He turned on the light and his eyes widened in horror. His heart stopping and tears running down his face immediately.

Sam laid there, throat slit. His arm drooping on the side of the bed. Blood stained his sheets and clothes.

Quackity's sword and shirt laid there on top of him.

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"Alex Quackity, you are under arrest for the murder of Sam Nook."

Alex grunts as he hit the wall, Ponk handcuffing him.

"The fuck? Ponk, you know I didn't murder Sam! I'd never do that!"

The others of the smp watched as Quackity was dragged off by Ponk. Some sad, some angry.

Dream watched with an emotionless glaze, Fundy in his arms as always. Him and Quackity locked eye contact.

"Dream, c'mon man. You know me!" Alex pleaded.

Dream ignored him, not saying a word. Once the crowd descended, the blonde let out a chuckle.

"So sorry, Sam. It was never meant to be."

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