An Inconvenient Attachment [Dreamwastaken X HasanAbi]

Chapter One

Perhaps the hate had gotten too much. Perhaps it was time for Dream to stop. The constant hate and slander littering his timeline was doing nothing for his anxiety. His constant need to prematurely defend himself was doing nothing to stop the hate, stop the bombardment of death threats and demands for him to kill himself. Perhaps the hate had gotten too much. But that didn't mean he was going to stop.

Dream had too many people relying on him, too many people counting on him. When his feed wasn't full of the all too normalized hate, it was filled with declarations of love to him, how he changed a young girl's life, how she no longer felt the need to kill herself because of Dream.

That itself had turned out to be too much too. But he couldn't stop, he had that girl and many other's lives in his hands. Why? Why him? Dream wasn't particularly special; he was no god as some say. He was an idiot who played Minecraft, unimportant in the grand scheme of things. But he needed to carry on for them.

So, Dream found his anger rising as he saw some asshole on his timeline talking about how horrible he was for having Notch in a video with him. Dream was never one for an immense amount of self worth, even at the best of times he didn't love himself as one should, but should one shit on his name, Dream made himself the most important thing ever as a defense strategy.

Dream had to hit this Hasan idiot where it hurt. He quickly typed out a tweet, hitting post before he could take in what he had just said.

"Watching someone that claims to be anti-woke and anti-cancel culture spend an hour on stream spreading mis-information as well as bringing up ooc things from a year and a half ago is hilarious. Just say you're anti your friends being held accountable instead of saying that BS"

Dream smiled, he had gotten Hasan. For lack of better words, this liberal was just owned. "Oh my god," Dream laughed under his breath.

He got up from his setup, going to search for Sapnap, hoping his best friend would be able to bring him down from the adrenaline high. It was unusual though, how calm he felt now. He knew it would eventually come, just hopefully not in front of Sapnap.

Dream found him at the kitchen island, drinking a monster while looking at his phone. "Karl really got you addicted to that shit huh?" Dream joked, announcing his presence.

Sapnap tensed before fully processing it was Dream. When he turned, Dream calmed at the wide smile that was sent his way. "Hey dude! How you doing?" Sapnap asked. Dream smiled, moving over to the fridge to have something to do with his hands.

"I'm- uh," he cleared his throat, staring at the near empty orange juice bottle. "I'm good, and you?" Dream grimaced at the empty fridge before shutting the door, opting to grab a knife in the knife block on the cluttered counter.

"I'm good," Sapnap replied before looking up. "Uh, what are you doing Dream?"

Dream didn't hear him; he just stared at the knife. No, this couldn't be happening now. Then he moved to the cabinet with the cutting boards. The blond took a cutting board he didn't recognize and placed it gently on the counter. Get a grip Dream! He thought. Not in front of Sapnap. But, he had no control. He took the large butcher's knife in his hand and slammed it down on the cutting board.

Smack! Sapnap flinched. He loved Dream and didn't want to judge him but this was a little strange.

Again and again the knife harshly slammed down onto the cutting board. Is this where all the cutting boards went? Sapnap wondered. He thought back to the time he had lived with Dream. There was definitely a pattern. When Dream was getting attacked more than usual new cutting boards showed up. The knives were always too dull. Sapnap always had to sharpen them. Dream was always stressed.

Sapnap got up slowly, he noticed the cutting board was close to breaking and Dream getting hurt would make everything so much worse.

It broke right before Sapnap reached him. It was silent except for Dream's labored breathing. He gently put down the knife.

"Dream?" Sapnap asked gently.

"Hm?" Dream replied. When he turned around he had a smile on his face as though nothing was wrong. Maybe if he pretended to be fine, pretended like that didn't happen, Sapnap would move on.

"We need to talk," Sapnap stated, staring into his best friend's eyes.

"About what?" Dream said cheerfully. While Sapnap's face twisted in confusion, Dream turned and put the knife away then threw out the pieces of the cutting board.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Dream?" Sapnap suddenly yelled. Dream looked at Sapnap, tilting his head and furrowing his eyebrows.

He fiddled with his hands, looking like a kid getting scolded by his mother. "What?" He asked softly.

Sapnap softened a little, after all he didn't want to hurt the blond but enough was enough. "You just- you just. Dream! Man I love you, but something is clearly wrong. People don't just- just do whatever the fuck just happened there! You need to talk to someone. It doesn't have to be me, or George, or even your mom, but for the love of God get some help."

Dream tried to stop himself from getting mad, he really did, but Sapnap had attacked and Dream needed to defend. "I need help?" He sneered. "What Sappy? You gonna put me in a mental hospital? Have I finally gotten too much for poor little Sapnap? You think I'm horrible like that other dick? You gonna cancel me too?"

Sapnap stepped back. "Dream, you are proving my point."

"Whatever, I have to go," Dream said harshly, grabbing his jacket and keys and running out to his car.

Sapnap followed him, muttering under his breath. "What the fuck man?" Dream didn't turn back, he just got in the car and left as quickly as he could.

Dream hadn't done this in a while, being this reckless. It was dusk, getting darker slowly. Dream went to the interstate as fast as he could. This would fix things, this would fix a lot of things.

The interstate was mostly empty, save for a couple of cars driving into Orlando. There were no cars on his side, this was good. Dream floored the gas pedal, going well into the highs of 100 miles per hour. He slowly rolled down his window, getting used to the air flowing through his waves. Dream breathed in and out slowly. He stood up as much as he could while still having control of the car and slowly moved his head out the window. Dream grinned, yelling as loud as he could.

People had warned him against this, it wasn't safe. He knew this wasn't good, it wasn't healthy. Things had been falling apart. Dream didn't want to blame George, it wasn't his fault. Dream had fallen too hard too fast.

George had been gentle in the let down. Dream had blamed him at first, as he always did. To be fair, George had made it seem like he loved Dream too. The late night calls, the early morning texts. The streams where they would act as though they were destined for eachother.

Maybe when Dream came out to Sapnap, he should have come out to George too, maybe they wouldn't be in this mess.

Regardless, Dream hadn't seen the deer. It was dark, he only saw the reflection of the deer's eyes. He swerved.