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

Part 4

Sapnap grinned, a look of mischief on his face.

"Why don't you ride in the front with me, Y/n!" He exclaimed, grabbing your wrist again with his iron grip. You looked back at George, who offered to ride with you and did seem like a more responsible man, but he just shrugged.

Sapnap placed a boat on the ice and sat you down in the back. You stared at him.

"Don't worry, I'm driving." He said, hopping in the front. You yelped as the boat wobbled a bit on the ice.

"Sapnap- you're insane! We could have just gone on the fucking horses!" You yelled. He laughed.

"What's the fun in that!?"

You felt the boat jolt forward, beginning to go at terrifying speeds. You gripped the wood for dear life, ignoring the splinters that dug into your hands.

Sapnap banged the boat around on the fences, and you swore you could hear him giggle every time you screamed.

"Can you slow down!?" You yelled. He shook his head.

"Want to get hit by a Ghast?!" He retorted.

"What's a Ghast?!" You exclaimed, confused and scared.

You looked past Sapnap, seeing the fence turn to the right. You figured he would slow down to make the turn, but he instead maintained the same pace. Your faith in him dwindled until the last second, when the anticipated crash came.

It felt like a wall slammed into your body. The ache hung in your bones as you were pushed back. A scream escaped your lungs.

"Why would you do that!" You screeched. Sapnap giggled. Your body had nearly flung out of the boat, into the pool of lava below.

"I wouldn't let you fall." He said.

"That's not the goddamn issue!" You yelled. You decided to wrap your arms around Sapnap rather than the boat. '"If I almost fall again I'm fucking taking you down their with me."

Sapnap stiffened a bit, but kept rowing forward, a bit slower, with an ear to ear grin. Eventually, you made it to the end of the bridge, ages ahead of the other two.

Sapnap helped you out of the boat, your legs shaky. It felt like such a terrible thrill, and it took everything you had not to throw up with how dizzy you were.

You fell into Sapnap's chest, your legs suddenly giving out. He held you up by your hands, giggling as you picked yourself up. With a heavy breath, you spoke.

"Notch, that was... Interesting."

"You had an amazing time." He teased. You glared at him.

"You almost killed me!"

"But I didn't!"

"I hate you."

"Liar."

You tilted your head, biting down on your lip.

"What, it's true, you like me."

"You bought me, Sapnap. I'm a war tool, not your friend." You said. You refused to allow yourself to forget the interaction that took place just hours earlier. It was twisted.

He looked hurt, a bit of disappointment on his face. You didn't understand it, but you felt sad too, like you had just broken a connection.

But you had to remain sane. You wouldn't let yourself get Stockholm syndrome or any shit. You were stronger than that.

Dream and George caught up, both laughing. Dream was wheezing, while all you felt was a pit in the bottom of your stomach as Sapnap let go of your arms. Were you actually upset?

The heat caught up with you, and you saw a portal a few yards away. You began the walk alone, waiting for the rest to catch up. You despised the Nether.

"Y/n!" George yelled, catching up to you. He patted you on the back. "Ready to see the DreamSmp?"

You sighed, nearing the identical portal. Your fingertips brushed the obsidian, gathering black dust. "As ready as I'll ever be. What's it like?" You asked him, blowing the obsidian dust off of the tips of your fingers.

"Uh... Chaotic." He said. You raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing can be worse than this place." You said. He smiled, nervously.

"You'd be surprised."

Sapnap and Dream caught up, Sapnap looking a bit brighter than he had been in his pervious conversation.

"Alright, lets go." Dream said, walking into the portal.

"Oh Notch." You said, dreading the feeling of teleporting again. You shuddered.

George went in second, which left you and Sapnap alone in hell. You hesitated, taking a deep breath and refusing to look at him again as you stepped into the portal.

The sensation of teleportation didn't fail to make you sick as you stumbled out of the portal. You felt only half alive, half of you still stuck in the Nether, taking more time to come back. You felt dizzy, leaning against the portal for support. You could feel the obsidian dust staining your hoodie, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You shut your eyes tight, unable to process the world spinning around you. How could they handle it?

You heard Sapnap come through the portal, but you didn't open your eyes until you felt a hand on your shoulder. You peeked them open, surprised that the dizziness had faded, despite the lingering nausea.

"You alright?" Sapnap asked. You nodded.

"What the fuck." You groaned, taking a slow step forward.

"Well, welcome to the DreamSmp." Sapnap introduced. He put his hand on your back and tilted your head to look at the sights. Honestly? It looked really ugly.

However, it was special, land shaped by those with freedom and time. It was something you had never dreamed you would see. It was expressive and productive, even if it matched the chaotic description George had given you.

"Give me your armor." Dream said. You obliged, not particularly enjoying the weight it gave. "C'mon, let's get out of here."

The group began to take a collective step forward, when you noticed a hissing sound behind you. Sapnap seemed to register it as well.

"CREEPER!" Sapnap yelled. You turned to the noise, seeing a green figure almost as tall as you inching closer on bug like legs. It seemed to hiss in anger, it's skin flashing from green to white faster than you could comprehend.

"Get out of the way!" Sapnap yelled, shoving you away from the creature. You stumbled onto the ground, while he blocked his shield.

The first thing you could sense was a wave of terrible heat, reminiscent of the Nether's terrible temperatures. The tragic sound of ringing rattles around your head, followed by a delayed bang.

Your eyes shut on their own, blocking out dust and gunpowder. You covered your ears and shut down, waiting until the ringing stopped to make a move.

To your surprise, you felt someone pick you up, holding you close to your chest. Did they think you had fallen unconscious? You slumped back a bit to play the part, only greeted by you being held more tightly. Whatever small hindrance you could cause your 'owners,' you decided you would.