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Sapnap's POV

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Sapnap was left standing idle in the gym.

To his left, was Karl's bloody body.

Karl was limp on the ground, crimson, red blood spewing out him.

CaptainPuffy was sobbing, on the ground, on her knees, sitting next to Karl's body.

George was stiff and silent, still in shock.

And Tommy and Tubbo had left the room already, right after Dream ran out.

Sapnap's hands were dripping with blood, since blood had spewed everywhere when Karl had died.

And unfortunately, not only had blood managed to splatter onto his hands, it also spilled onto his left arm, and some of the left side of his body.

Stupid Dream. I can't believe him, he's an idiot, and this is all his fault.

Sapnap thought bitterly to himself as he exited the room, quite calmly actually. There was no doubt that the facility would be put on lockdown when Karl's dead body was spotted— if it was spotted.

He didn't have the motivation to tell them to hide the body or something though, it wasn't like he killed Karl anyway. No, this was Dream's fault. As usual.

He also wasn't that particularly skilled at hiding a dead body, he knew that much from experience.

It was almost like his mind couldn't quite comprehend that Karl was dead. Or maybe, maybe he was just numb to it.

As he glanced back at Karl's dead body, a small part of his gut felt a strange feeling. Guilt? Probably not, he didn't care about Karl. Or anyone else in this facility for that matter. And either way, it was Dream's fault. Not his.

At least that's what he kept on telling himself.

Maybe in different circumstances, him and Karl could've been good friends. But not now, not ever.

They had never, EVER, been friends in the first place anyways.

He barely even knew Karl! He was just introduced to him one day, by Dream. And after that, they shared only a few conversations together.

He never even had the time to become friends with Karl.

So why would he care?

Why does a part of you care?

Sapnap put those thoughts aside.

Walking through the hallways was quite lonely, but he enjoyed it, thoroughly.

At the edges of his vision, he could see Illumina's ghost lurking. A grim reminder of the past, a reminder that wouldn't go away for some reason.

Illumina's such a nuisance.

His once best friend— and cellmate— had gone from friendly to filled with rage overnight. All it took was for Illumina to die. And of course Illumina pinned the blame on him.

It wasn't even like he meant to kill Illumina! The two were just trying to see if they could escape, during the cleanup of the flood.

They had managed to find a deteriorating door, that led to the off-limits part of the facility and were sneaking around there.