Living Together // DNF

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*TW: drinking, drug use, mentions of drug use 👀

Dream exhaled sharply, feeling the hand around his arm tighten slightly, green eyes scanning the room desperately for someone, anyone. But Niki and Wilbur were all the way across the room, Karl and Sapnap were lost in the crowd of people dancing, and George still hadn't returned from the bathroom.

"What's wrong?"

The voice sent a chill down his spine, the laugh that followed it making his head spin. He pulled his arm back into his own space, his eyes flickering back over as he asked, "what do you want, Fundy?"

Fundy smirked, the very sight making Dream's skin crawl, his hands balling up into fists at his sides as he waited for him to respond. But Fundy remained silent for a moment, eyes lazily drifting over Dream's face before lifting and meeting the blonde's gaze again.

Dream could tell that Fundy was drunk and probably on something, his eyes unfocused and hazy, his voice a bit slurred as he answered, "who said I want something? I just noticed that you were all alone over here, thought I'd come and talk to you."

Dream shook his head, rolling his eyes as he said, "trust me, you're the last person I want to be talking to right now, Fundy."

Dream went to move, to go anywhere to get away from Fundy, but he saw the shift in his demeanor, the flash of anger that crossed his face for just a moment, his hand reaching out to grip the blonde's shoulder tightly as he responded, "aw Dream, are you still upset about the whole incident?"

"If by incident, you mean me overdosing and almost dying off of drugs that you gave me, then yeah, asshole, I'm still upset," Dream's voice was low and tinged with anger, hatred bubbling under his skin as Fundy only smiled in response.

He watched Fundy laugh under his breath, leaning in closer to the blonde as he said, "that was years ago, Dream. Get over it. It's not like I forced you to take anything, you did it because that's the type of person you are. You're exactly like me, whether you're willing to admit it or not."

Dream felt his jaw clench at the words, huffing out a breath, his fingers digging into the palms of his hands as he quietly gritted out, "fuck you, Fundy. We're nothing alike."

Fundy laughed in response, and it took everything Dream had in him to not punch him square in the face as he answered, "sure, whatever makes you feel better about yourself, Dream."

But Dream only exhaled the breath that he had been holding, one hand moving to knock Fundy's hand off his shoulder in another attempt to get away from him. But Fundy's hand was on him again, grabbing at Dream's forearm this time as he asked, "where ya going, Dream? We're not done talking yet."

Dream's eyes shifted back over to meet Fundy's gaze, jaw still clenched tightly as he answered, "I am done talking to you, actually."

But Fundy shook his head, releasing Dream's arm as he flashed him a smile, his voice low as he responded, "I just wanna talk to you in private, Dream. It'll only take a couple of minutes, I promise. And besides, I would think you'd rather talk in private than out here. Wouldn't want your friends or that little boyfriend of yours to see you with me, wouldn't look too good for you."

"Fine," Dream responded in a low voice, his eyes quickly flickering over the room to see that his friends were still preoccupied, "you get two minutes, then I'm leaving."

Fundy nodded, smug grin on his face as he led Dream out of the main room and down a side hallway.

Dream could feel panic rising in his chest, his pulse quick as he followed at a distance, eyes cast down to the floor. He knew he should have said no, but he also knew how persistent Fundy could be, and the last thing Dream wanted was him causing a scene in front of so many people.