SOLD TO THE DREAM TEAM?! (sapnap x reader)

Part 1

You woke up to a loud bang, dragging you out off a peaceful and deep sleep. Your eyes fluttered open as you came into consciousness once again, brought back into the world of the awakened far earlier than you would have wished.

"Y/N!"

The voice belonged to your mom, someone who always hated you and you, mutually, hated her back. She hadn't been kind to you in years, not since your dad left. It was a front, an act so he could stay. She had told you a thousand times over how she only got pregnant with you so that she could stay with him when the relationship was getting tough for the both of them. She had described over dinner the ways she always hated your father, using him for resources alone and faking a stable relationship.

Your father eventually must have realized how toxic and overbearing your mother was, because he left the night before you turned twelve, claiming to be picking up a gift, and never came back. He didn't leave a trace behind, and never an indicator that he was alive. It wasn't your first experience with betrayal, and it sure as hell wasn't your last.

Another set of knocks hit the door, more aggressive. Your mother was nearing the end of her rope.

"Y/N, WAKE UP!" Your mother yelled. You sighed, preparing for the long day. If your mother was already pissed this early, things sure as hell weren't going good.

"Good morning to you too." You said sarcastically. Through your window, the reddish-pinkish colors of the sunrise shone through your room and hit the wall, decorating the room with the colorful light. You could see your village beginning to wake up for the day, as well as some people who had not yet come to sleep, busied by work or diseased with insomnia.

How early was it?

"Y/N! Get ready!" She yelled through the door.

"For what?" You asked, wondering if your mother had booked you another job, or if you were to attend something more formal.

Your mother paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. "I sold you."

"WHAT?"

Time seemed to go in slow motion for you. Your heart beat raised significantly, and your stomach swirled. You felt like you were going to throw up, desperately hoping this was some sick prank or a nightmare.

"Get ready. They're going to be here in ten minutes." Your mom said. She hadn't even bothered to open the door, to look the child she bore in the eyes as she delivered the worst news she could possibly give.

Where were you even sold? To whom? And... Why? Well, you could figure out why. Your mother was desperate for spending cash to feed various addictions, but you always hoped she valued more than a high, but today you had been proven wrong.

You jumped out of your bed, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You would have to kiss a sour, premature goodbye to your life. Your friends, peers, mentors, everyone would be gone, or rather, you would have disappeared without telling them goodbye.

You quickly put on comfortable clothes, specifically a blue hoodie and black leggings, both adorned with erratic rips and tears in them from work and overuse.

Part of you wanted to stay upstairs, run away or hide forever, but the other part was filled to the brim with curiosity and a hint obligation.

You slowly walked downstairs, feeling sentimental and fearful as you saw the last of your home. You imprinted every detail into your mind, trying to make space in your mind to store the details of your life. Your mom sat in the main room impatiently, holding a mug full of either an alcoholic beverage or caffeine.

"Finally. Your new owners are almost here." She said, rolling her eyes. You couldn't stand her immaturity.

A breath caught in your throat. This wasn't a prank. This was reality, your reality was that you were being sold to Notch knows who.

"W-Why!?" You yelled. The confusion inside you morphed into anger when you let out your terrible burst of cynical energy. "Is your child less important to you to the point where you had to fucking abandon them?! Sell them to-to who?! Some crazy psychos!?"

Your mother looked shocked at your outburst, but before she could respond, there was a firm knock at the door.

She glared at you as she stood, before she walked over to the door with excitement in her footsteps, throwing it wide open. Three men walked inside. Your jaw dropped in surprise as you saw them enter your home.

It was the Dream Team.

Most people in this world chose a safe conformity. They chose a safe place in one of the many villages around the world. Life was often peaceful, the only threats being the occasional monsters that got past the defenses and the issue of poverty, and the only fights being childish, small conflicts over grain, or boys fighting over a girl.

But a few had chosen to break off, and live a more extravagant life with the expectance of war. Those who were stupid enough to chose to do so went to a place most often referred to as 'The DreamSmp.' A place started by two men who broke off where others like themselves could stay. These men being Dream and Georgenotfound.

Groups like these had begun before, places like HermitCraft, or CrazyCraft. Often these people would group together while they went off on different challenges. And most of the time, they lived in free peace.

But the DreamSmp was different in a terrifying way. The tales you had heard portrayed it as an intense, dangerous place, full of conflict and manipulation.

And now, three original members of that warzone place were standing in your home. Two founders of the DreamSmp and a third who completed the trio prophesized by no one, but heard of by every Notch fearing being in this world.

Dream, Georgenotfound, and Sapnap.