DreamSMP AgeRegression (Co-Written)

Drugs, Police and Adoption?

Happy belated birthday, dream! I give you trauma-

Tw: drugs, abuse mentions, mentions of violence and guns, mentions of child neglect, cursing

Coerced! Dream AU

Let me know of I missed any!

Little! Dream Cg! Sam.

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Dream sighed softly, sat against the graffiti covered wall, breathing shakey as he came down from his 'high'. He didn't bother going back home yet, knowing he would just be told to work, plus with the edges of his mind starting to fuzz over causing him to feel somewhere between big and little he didn't want to risk anything. He couldn't even remembered what had happened yet, idly tracing his fingers over his veins, glaring slightly at them. He wondered why his parents got such a kick of forcing their son to take a drug that made him do so many awful things just for some added strength for awhile.

Sam was running in the direction he's seen the criminal headed, he wasn't exactly to close too catch the other quickly but knew his tail as his own speed quickened. He needed to make sure he caught dream, knowing about the drug his parents had illegally produced

Dream heard running, not really bothering to try and hide you know, figuring prison was a better place for him. He just pulled his hood up, feeling suddenly cold as the drug fully wore off, leaving any heat in his body pretty much gone. He actually giggled lightly at the thought of it, thinking of all the fights and watching them from the side. He never found amusement in many things except violence, being raised by violent parents and around violence in general.

Sam got quickly to dream, stopping in front of the other, not bothering to pull out his weapon when he saw the other unarmed. "Dream Taken," he said calmly, crouching down to see the other, not being to threatening of a guard, but his stance showing he's trained well

Dream just smiled calmly, well versed in masking his anxiety. "Warden." he replied, using a formal name as the other had with him. He stood up, dusting himself off slightly. "what's your plan this time, hm?" he asked, grinning slightly. He was hoping to get the interaction over with and go home, his headspace starting to get uncomfortably prominent in his mind, but he (hoped) was sure it didn't show.

Same sighed, standing back up straight, being much taller than the short teen infront of him, "come along... You aren't going back "home" tonight kid... Can't have you getting any more hurt," he didn't see dream as any threat when he wasn't drugged, tho had been catching on to the fact that his parents were who spoke him with a forceful method

Dream snickered, but decided to go along with him putting his hands up to try and figure out how he reacted to things. Dream had a habit of doing random shit to see how people reacted, more so just to see the type of energy he would try and give them. So far Sam seemed oddly gentle, but he wanted to be sure.

Sam raised a brow, than shook his head, leading dream with him, "you don't need those up, your not in trouble... Don't let any other officers see you with your hands up but I mean, if you're with me you're fine," he said calmly, slowing his speed calmly so that he wasn't as much leading tho walking with dream. He knew how to work with kids and even if he was an older teen, something about dream reminded him as a child, he for whatever reason didn't want to intimidate dream at all.

Dream snickered lightly, putting his hands down as he walked next to Sam. "oooo Mr. Heros going all softtt." he teased lightly, okay mostly it was to distract himself from the pull of his headspace, the others gentle nature towards him not really helping. He pulled off his hoodie, figuring walking around with illegal drugs smudged on his hoodie a poor idea.