Dream SMP ~«One Shots»~

★Replacement - Dream

Warning this chapter may contain inappropriate language and mature content.

Tw - angst

Channel(s) - CaptainPuffy, Dream, GeorgeNotFound, Sapnap, Quackity, Foolish, Awesamdude, Jschlatt, Technoblade, Philza

Minecraft au, where Dream find out that Puffy replaced him with Foolish before he's sentenced to a life in prison.

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Dream's pov

"Mum! Mama!" I scream, voice breaking as Sam cuffs my wrists in the metal handcuffs.

"You did this Dream.. it's your fault.." Puffy says with a displeased expression.

"C'mon mama.. you don't need to see this" Foolish says softly, gently placing his hand on Puffy's back.

"Let's go duckling.." she says softly and my heart breaks.

"Mama!" I scream, tears threatening to spill from behind my mask. My voice echoes off the cold walls as Puffy and Foolish walk out and Sam laughs.

"Looks like you're all alone now.. poor Dream.. ruined your life haven't you?" Sam asks with a dark laugh as he shoves me along.

I sob, screaming out for my mum to come back, for Puffy to come back and help me. My voice breaking to show the true pain as I'm shoved a long

I give in, letting my head hang low as I'm shoved along the dirty obsidian blocks, everything is dark and cold. He then shoves me in to the single cell built in the entire prison, un-clipping my mask and taking it before backing out of the room.

I sit on my knees, listening to the lava rise again. I sigh softly, sitting down on my ass properly and crossing my legs. I stare and stare, letting hours pass until Sam comes back. A leash folded in his hand with some potatoes in the other and a clock.

He drops the food down with a clock before ordering me over to the bed, telling me to bend over and place my hands on the old mattress.

He then whips me a few times before leaving and I lean over my bed, crying at the burning pain on my back.

I sit with a hiss, not wanting to move at all but needing to. I stash the food away in the chest before flopping down on to the bed and gently running my fingers over the covers.

Days pass of me just laying in bed, each day Sam would whip me with the lead or he'd leave little cuts on my body. I never had any visitors, not for the first month at least. Then Tommy visited.

I flinch, watching the lava come down as I expect Sam to come in with something to beat me with. I sit in the middle of the bed, fiddling with the dirtied covers. I got really bad nightmares for the first two weeks which led to me wetting the bed, I quickly grew out of that one but I still experience the nightmares.

"Hey Dream.." the soft voice of the blond teen, on the smp, meets my ears and I look up a little.

"Hey.." I mumble, looking back down at the sheets.

"What's prison like, asshole?" He asks, keeping his distance.

"It's fine.." I say, pulling the sheets up a little.

"Really.. doesn't look fine I mean, look at your fucking face man. I've never seen anything so ugly that I'm actually glad you're locked away in here!" Tommy exclaims and I just nod along.