DreamSMP AgeRegression (Co-Written)

Prison's Tough (2/2)

Debating deleting the ones I wrote without Clue's help because they're kinda just ✨trash✨

Warning: some parts make no sense and are rushed (thanks me), a few swears

Little! Dream Cg! Awesamdude

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The warden sighed, looking over the injury statements as Sam entered, per his request. "Sit down, please." He said, gesturing to a chair across of his desk.

Sam nodded, sitting down in the chair calmly and starting forward, "what is it you need?" He asked this politely, his guard like posture and actions quickly coming back to him

"I've read the reports. It's damn near everyday I get one for Clay. It probably goes against protocol, but it's gotten out of hand. When he's healed, I want you to teach him basic self defense, good places to hit, proper form, ect." He said plainly, looking Sam in the eyes as he spoke.

Sam almost smiled in excitement but contained himself quickly, nodding to the warden with a calmer down expression, "Yes sir, one thing I've wondered tho that I don't fully remember is why he is here... I know it was a fighting charge on some level but he doesn't dream to know how to fight. At all. And it makes me wonder where all of what he came in here for, went after he'd been here."

"He was found guilty of a crime he didn't do. Anyone can tell the kid can't fight for shit." The warden said with a scoff, still remembering the trail and the biased ass judge.

Sam nodded and stood, "thank you for telling me sir, I'll be on my way then," Sam waited for a response then left after the warden had nodded.  He knew he should've asked more questions, but he wanted to get back to dream as quick as possible

The warden nodded to him, signing off on more medical papers, a surprise to now one, injury reports on Dream. "Also, I'll look into getting the cameras fixed." He told Sam before he left.

Sam paused for only a moment when he heard the sentence, the smiled, thanking the warden before shutting his door and sprinting as fast as he could to the med room, opening the door quickly when he got there and looking over to dream

Dream was sitting up, colouring as he hummed happily. It had been a few weeks since the incident and most of the major wounds had almost fully or fully healed, but they wanted him in there an extra couple of days just to be safe.

Sam walked over with a smile. Nervous of what he was about to say, " hey bubs, how's it going?" He sat in the chair next to dreams bed with a smile

Dream grinned happily, humming. "Is good! Just colouring!" He said, grin never leaving his face.

Sam smiled and hummed, "may I see?" He asked the little this softly, deciding not to bring up the conversation he had with the warden.

Dream grinned, holding up the sloppily coloured kitten proudly. He didn't even remember that Sam had to go to the warden's office, his little mind blocking the information out in favor of colouring

Sam smiled and looked at the colored paper in awe, "wish, that looks amazing!"

Dream giggled, moving so his legs were on the side of the bed, swinging them lightly. "Thankies!"

"of course, do you need anything?" Sam was rather fond of the little (clearly) and make wanted to make sure everything was ok, he didn't want to bring up what the warden said right now saying as he could tell dream was pretty deep in little space and he didn't want to change that.

"I have water? In a sippy?" He asked, keeping too old for a bottle, but bot old enough for a 'big boy cup' as he called them. He picked up his small blob plush from nearby, which had finally been brought out of the cabinet.