Though it was more or less a dream of his, Sapnap always wished he could be free. He always dreamt that he could fly around the large tourist attraction city, Las Vegas.
Many people told Sapnap he was insane, seeing as motorcycling was most definately not the safest way to travel, but in Sapnap's mind, it was by far the most thrilling.
He loved the smell of exhaust and the rumble that came from the engine of his simple black bike that he had his close friend, Dream's sister Drista, paint beautiful red flames on, fire typically being what he was known for.
Sapnap had a criminal record. Not one many people would be proud of, but it sure was one he was proud of.
In his teenage years, around the age of fourteen, Sapnap went, as one described as, insane. He was known to bottle up his emotions as a child, rarely crying or smiling. He just always seemed numb, so when a girl in his class kept picking on him, he finally snapped.
Sapnap had run to the bathroom and did the only thing he thought was right.
He lit it on fire.
He was soon caught and he almost immediately had minor arson put on his criminal record, but he was too attached to his record to get it cleared. Plus, fire and flames made a pretty cool logo in Sapnap's mind.
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Not bothering to look both ways down the busy Vegas streets, before he used the toe of his boot to kick up his kickstand, Sapnap had taken off, out of his garage. He had plans to meet his friends, Dream, Bad, Molly and Punz by the fountains of Bellagio, where they would race around the city until one of them got back to the fountains first.
Sapnap always felt at ease and calm whenever he rode down the busy streets of Las Vegas, finally able to forget about the worries of adulthood, responsibilities and taxes that he may or may not pay.
He felt safe, wrapped in his perfectly fitting leather jacket, dark blue jeans, snug fitting boots and his black helmet with the same matching red flames that were painted on his bike that hid him away from the rest of the world.
Dream always liked to make fun of Sapnap, telling him, "what, do you see the entire world through that helmet?"
Even though it sounded ridiculous, Sapnap wished it was true. He did believe he could see what he deemed as his entire world through the lens of his helmet. What he considered his entire world was the brightly lit streets and colourful buildings that filled the giant city.
It was what brought him joy.
Sapnap could hide from the rest of the world in his helmet while seeing it all at the same time.
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"Finally, we thought you were never going to show." Punz sneered as Sapnap reached the fountains.
He took off his helmet and shook around his slightly damp hair, messing it up.
He smiled innocently at Punz. "Well at least I actually showed up this time." He replied, making the tips of Punz' ears go a light shade of red.
It was Sapnap's favourite thing to guilt trip Punz after he scolded the rest of the Dream Team members for not showing up, even though Punz never showed up for the longest time.
It was only until recently that he started showing up.
"Would you two stop acting like children?" Dream whined. Sapnap whipped his head around to seen Dream in all his glory sitting on his lime green Harley. Sapnap stuck out his tongue, showing off his tongue piercing while he was at it.
Molly, Dream's girlfriend, laughed at the encounter as she shook her head disapprovingly.
Molly was, as one would say, drop dead gorgeous. She had purple shoulder length hair that she almost always had pulled into a neat French braid and the most beautiful face ever. She had freckles that danced across her face and the most beautiful coffee brown eyes. She wore winged eyeliner and a nude shade of lipstick otherwise she didn't wear any makeup.
Molly wore a skin tight, black leather jacket. Dark skinny jeans that complimented her legs nicely and blood red Doc Martens. She rode a deep purple Aprilia RSV4, her helmet and gloves matching her bike.
Molly was a funny and blunt person. She spoke highly of her friends and family and was rarely an asshole to anyone.
She was the type of girl everyone wrote songs about.
"Enough daydreaming arseholes, I've got a race to win." Molly declared confidently, smiling.
"Molly! Watch your mouth.." Bad scolded, putting his phone in his back pocket before making sure his helmet was once again secure on his head.
Sapnap wasn't so sure about Molly winning. After all, he was a pretty damn good racer.
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Not proof read (edited by wren bc rachel sucks /lh)
Word count: 813

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Fly (DSMP)
FanfictionIn Las Vegas, Nevada, there are two popular motorcycling groups known to participate in common street races late at night. The first group being called the Dream Team, the second group calling themselves Spitfire. They usually kept their distance fr...