Gang Of The Faceless

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣: 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙊𝙣 𝘼 𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚

(A/N: It took me so long to write this chapter for what, the other two chapters been ready🙄)

TW: Mention Of Blood, Violence

   A month has passed since the incident, and everything was almost back to regular. Sykunno had left the hospital about two weeks ago, going to therapy weekly to help him regain his walking. Corpse had Sykunno doing light work assignments, such as meeting plans. Sykunno tried reassuring everyone he was alright and they didn't have to walk on glass with him. He wanted to go back to doing things he did regularly, not sitting at a desk all day or resting. Since he wasn't allowed to leave the house, Rae filled in for him.

    "Sykunnyy! I am taking you to your appointment today!" Jack exclaimed entering Sykunno's room. Sykunno looked quite confused for a second, then remembered it was Thursday, the day he goes to therapy. Jack helped him with his crutches and led him to therapy. Sykunno sighed, he wanted all of this extra necessity work to be over with.

    "Your doing great! You are making so much progress in a short amount of time actually." The therapist praised. She was smiling big with her clipboard in her hand, writing down progression notes as her eyes followed the words on the paper. "If you keep moving at this rate, your leg will be good as new within a month." Which was music to Sykunno's ears. That had been the best news he's heard since the hospitals, a chance at normality again. He went back to the car with the help of Jack and sighed in relief. The break overall had been nice, but he missed the thrill of his job, even though it wasn't too violent. "Corpsey will be happy to hear the news." Jack's smile practically lit up the car, Sykunno nodding his head in aggreeance also with a smile he covered. Corpse would definitely be happy to hear about Sykunno's recent sky rise in progression.
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   Meanwhile George had not yet awoke from his coma yet. Everyday Dream would unhealthily sit in the hospital room watching and talking to him. He would even do his work in the hospital room with George, you couldn't pay Dream to leave his side. Sapnap suggested he should leave for his mental health and to shower, but he absolutely refused. And when he did finally shower, it was in the hospital's bathroom. While George wasnt available, and Dream wasnt in the right state of mind; Sapnap, Quackity, Karl and Bad had been in control mainly. Sapnap worked on keeping Dream's deals and alliances, Quackity worked on the drug runs, Karl monitored weapon trades and Bad kept everything in order. They did pretty well keeping the flow going, even with everything going on.

   A few more hours passed and eventually night time fell. Dream had been making work plans for Sapnap, while struggling to stay awake. He was concentrating quite hard until he heard a loud beep coming from the monitor to the right of his head. Before Dream could even process what was happening nurses and doctors scurried in the room at once. "Code Red! Code Red!" Was coming from several directions. "Sir we need you out the room." The doctor demanded at Dream. "I'm not leaving him, whats even happening?" Dream fumed back. "His brain is bleeding again, causing his breathing to drastically decrease. If you want him to live, leave the room now." Dream was lost for words. He left the room as told, but he couldn't process anything. His brain wasnt comprehending anything coming through. He stood there shocked, lost for words as he looked in the room watching the doctors work on George. Karl approached him, curious of what was going on. As he even tried to ask Dream just pointed in the room before the door bursted open. The two males watched the doctors rush George to the emergency room, and Karl knew not to ask anything. Dream was hard to read, he didn't know if he needed a hug, or if he needed complete space alone. But finally at the moment he cracked, and Karl swiftly went in to hug him. He softly cried on the shorter's shoulder, taking in his embrace. It took him a few moments to compose himself before releasing from the hug. "I have somewhere to be now. Text me when he's ok and out of surgery." The blonde mumbled, before walking off.

     Dream wasted no time making it back to the warehouse, bumping into Sapnap. Corpse quickly walked over to him, "You told me to meet you here whats up?" "Let's finish off these motherfuckers who did this to them." Dream replied grabbing a variety of weapons heading to the car. Corpse just shook his head and followed behind, signaling Rae she's in charge.

  "Yes Lenox is dead but we also need to kill his little clan who helped with the shit. George is fighting for his life, I refuse to let them have theirs." Dream huffed. Unadmittedly he was tired, but he didn't care. He wanted everyone involved dead, painful or not. Even though this was bad for Corpse's health the most, he didn't care and took the risk. Nobody knew where the two were, and they probably didn't want to know.  They arrived at one of Lenox's warehouse, slowly killing off each person in there. Blood pools were everywhere surrounding the bodies. Corpse got the final shot in on someone, before leaving the building. They set bombs in and as they drove off, they watched the building go into debris.

   The night passed briefly, and Corpse and Dream had at least killed over 100 people in the past 3 hours. "One last place we have to be." Dream manically chuckled. Corpse playfully rolled his eyes before reloading his gun for the millionth time. The two leaders approached a family house it seemed, then it rung in Corpse's head what they were about to do. "Dream those are innocent people who have nothing to do with Lenox, we can't do that." The green eyed male looked over at the brown eyed one, making a confused face. "George may not live, i'll be damn if someone he loved lived. You can stay in the car, but I am killing everyone in that house." He hissed. Corpse nodded, following Dream to the house. He wouldn't let his pal do this on his own. The only people in the house were a older woman, a younger woman, little girl, and a baby. Dream took a breath before realizing what he was about to do. Instead of going in the house to kill them, he and Corpse barricaded the doors, setting it on a "accidental" fire the police wouldn't pick up. They pulled off, not wanting to watch what was going on behind them. "Dream did you actually feel bad for once? The cold hearted manipulator had a human decency moment?" Corpse joked. "They might burn alive, might not. Just like George he might live, he might not." Dream sighed. The somewhat shorter man patted the other on the back, before his phone rang. It was Karl, he took a breath expecting the worse. "Good news, he's out of surgery, and alive. Bad news is he's still in the coma." Dream felt a somewhat ease, yet the weight was still on his shoulders.

     Dream dropped Corpse back off, before heading back to the hospital. He went back into George's room, noticing all the notes that were on the board. He let out a loud sigh, sitting right next to George. He hummed softly, before almost falling asleep. "Hmmm?" He heard a voice say. He bolted up, realizing it was George that made the sound. "George?" Dream gasped.

Word Count: 1297

A/N: I have no idea how all the medical procedures and things work so sorry if something is incorrect. This chapter was pretty hard to write and took a while :/ stay safe and don't forget to vote! cool announcement coming soon!