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--(Y/N) POV---

I was picking at my food but the food was cold. Oh how the times change. One second I'm fighting in a war, the next I'm drinking my life away. But now? I was being saved once again.

Although, this time is different. I wasn't the only one being saved.

He was down the hall in his dim-lit room, resting from the professional surgery George and I had just completed. Using tongs was probably not the best medical option to surgically remove a load of glass from a person's torso, but it did the best it could. Me and my creative mind.

I continue to poke around at my plate of spaghetti that Sapnap had made for the three of us. The tension was thick because first off, I had come back after three months, and two, I came back with their dying friend. But that's not the worst part! I was still drunk as fuck so we both looked as if we got white girl wasted.

Now, five hours later, we were all exhausted but afraid to admit it. It was approximately six in the morning and we were eating spaghetti as we shared a few secretive glances. I tried to ignore it, but it was beginning to piss me off. Fuck these mood swings, I need to break this tension.

"Stop looking at me as if I just kicked a kitten," I spat at the two boys as I twirled my fork in the plate of pasta and shoved the noodles in my mouth.

"You kinda just did," Sapnap barked back as he used his fork to point at me. "You arrived back at our house with Gogy's kitten. And what do you know? The big man is beaten up to the pulp with an awful medical treatment."

"Sapnap!" George spat as he kicked the bottom of Sapnap's chair. "Stop calling me that and Dream is not my kitten!"

I facepalm as I attempt to hold back my laughter. Nothing has changed between the two. Still bickering over the simplest of situations and making it look like someone just got murdered.

I let a small cackle slip through my lips, but that later slips to a fit of laughter. Sobriety definitely leads to these mood swings. I mean, this might be the longest time I've been without alcohol in months. To say it felt good was a lie. I felt good but angry. Strong but scared. I also felt a bit sad.

I missed this. The positive connection friends share. Though this wasn't so "positive" for the other two, it was for me. And I laughed as a friend rather than fo.

"What's got you laughing so hard," Sapnap snapped his head in my direction after hearing my laughs.

I looked him in the eye, letting out a few chuckles. "I missed those times," I said carefully as I caught my breath once more. "Y'know, when we all got along and didn't want our guts on the floor. When we didn't care about separation and these stupid disks. Back when we were allies. When we took on the world!"

"(Y/N), that was cringe," Sapnap said as he got up from his chair, looming down at me. "As much as I wished you were right, things can't ever be the same. With L'Manberg being an independent country now, we are separated. Not for long, though."

"L'Manberg's a what now?" I almost shout, but my incoming headache holds me back from doing so. I hiss in pain as I sit back down in my chair. The same chair I sat in all those months ago when I had first arrived here.

I rub my temples in an attempt to soothe the headache but fail. I groan as I plant my face in the pasta on accident.

I yell enraged profanities in the pasta out of pure rage. The poor pasta hadn't done anything but I wouldn't care in the slightest.