Into you // DreamNotFound

Chapter 16

And so it began.

Every day for the next few days Dream would come into the empty and dark room to make sure the other would eat. After just a couple of days, the other had started eating themselves, finally gaining enough strength to do it by himself and realising that no matter what he does,

he would still be stuck there.

Dream and Sapnap had came up with a nickname for the brunette; goggles. It was mainly for the clout goggles that the other seemed to always have on, only really taking them off when he slept. It covered his brown eyes which Dream remembered vividly from the time at the park, a deep brown that seemed to melt when the sun hit them. It made him wonder though; why did he wear them? Were they important to him? Part of his disguise? His persona? That dream couldn't know for sure though he couldn't say much, after all, he wore a plain mask with a smile on it.

The other never spoke when he ate, Dream sat in front of him to make sure he finished his meal. They just sat in silence, Dream asking a few questions on occasion. He didn't need to sit there, he didn't need to remind him to take the last bite, yet Dream did.

At first, Dream had thought that maybe he would help out Schlatt a little and ask questions such as 'so where is your mafia located exactly' or 'where did you learn to hack' and 'how much info are you able to get whilst hacking' but he would never get a response, just a loud and awfully long silence. Dream soon replaced those questions with questions like 'did you sleep alright' or 'are you feeling better?' Of course all he got in response was silence but it just felt better asking those questions.

It almost reminded him of how him and sapnap became friends.

Just that... Dream wasn't here to make friends.

How could he with a rival. An enemy.

And so it was just like any other day, a little over a week had pass since goggles had been in the Manberg base, Dream sat opposite 404 as he ate in silence.

Like... always-

Dreams stare shifted the others bandaged up arms, watching them move as goggles ate. Tight white bandages wrapped round both arms, one having some faint blood shining through while the other (which was smaller) was wrapped untouched.

Schlatt had soon became very impatient, deciding that instead of waiting for the hacker break by himself, he would forcefully make him snap. No matter the cause.

So every day at roughly the same time, Schlatt would walk into the room and take things into his own hands while Dream stood outside as a guard. Schlatt would ask a series of questions to which of course 404 wouldn't respond too. That obviously didn't help the other as the next thing Dream would hear would be a painful hiss or a grunt as Schlatt started to yell, objects hitting against each other before every grunt.

After about an hour Schlatt would come out, his hands bloody and deep brown hair ruffled. Though Dream knew that his job was meant to be guarding, curiosity got to him as he peaked into the small room.

He was immediately hit with the scent of blood, scanning the room for the source of the smell. 404 was curled up in a corner, drips of his own blood around him as he shivered and curled in more.

The sight itself had made Dream sick in the stomach. He was used to this, he was a assassin after all, but for some reason he couldn't help but feel sorry. Sorry that the other had to feel this pain. He clearly wasn't built for something as extreme as that. But he would shake away those thoughts. He didn't care.

He didn't care.

Dream had remembered walking into the room with a first aid kit, inching towards the injuries as the other remained shivering on the floor.