PRISON GUARD // c! dwt x gender neutral reader

Chapter Seven

The room wasn't welcoming. The lava pulled down where it was last time, and to your front left a man slept. One of his knees were brought to his chest while the other was stretched out. You stood awkwardly, letting out a fake cough to signal you were there.

Immediately he raised his head, in which he still wore his mask.
"My knight, what are you doing in here so early?"

You almost gagged in disgust, "It's too early for that Dream."

"If it's too early, why are you in here?"

"That's besides the point."

He let out a small laugh. "Sam doesn't work this early. Don't tell me you've snuck in?" You rolled your eyes, "Sam may be here, but if he is or not doesn't concern you."

He rose from his spot on the floor, and dusted off his pants. (As if he needed to, he was in a solid obsidian box, after all.) "Well, what do you need?"

You pulled out a bag from your hoodie pocket, the only thing you hadn't left in the locker room. "I brought you breakfast asshole."
You tossed it over to him. Inside was a biscuit, a carton of apple juice, and a tub of grits.

He turned his head up to face you after catching it, in a confused manner to say the least.

"I know Sam has been giving you the least appealing food, but I can't cook so you shouldn't have expected much of an upgraded." You groaned.

"Thanks." Dream mumbled, opening up the juice. You raised a brow, he never seemed to say anything short or simple.

You shifted your weight to one leg, "but I have to stand here and watch you, you aren't about to fuckin escape with a spoon."

He sighed, "so thoughtful of you."

"I know, I'm really the greatest. Soon they'll be telling stories about me instead of you."

He tilted his head up from eating, "they tell stories about me?"

"Yeah," you rolled your eyes, "what did you expect?"

"Oh, just good to know I'm still in control of the server." He grinned.

"Not of everyone, you haven't bothered me a bit, " you leaned against the obsidian wall.

"Oh really? How come you brought me breakfast? I doubt that would happen if you weren't thinking about me a little."

You ignored him, "well, Sapnap and George don't."

"How do you know that?" his voice cracked slightly, as if it actually bothered him.

"Because you dumbass, I talk to people. George doesn't like talking about you and Sapnap doesn't even fucking care."

He took a spoonful of his grits and shoved it in his mouth, so you continued talking.

"Not everyone cares about you Dream, your days are over. You're rotting away in this hell."

He grinned from ear to ear, "At least I have you to accompany me."

You scoffed, "you're full of yourself."

"George used to say that to me. Back when we fought against L'manberg." He seemed to genuinely reminisce. "And he'd say stuff like 'Oh dream-" he began to mock the accent, "-you think your so high and mighty! But sometimes I wonder who'll win!'"

"And Manberg won." You stated dryly.

"You just called it Manberg, so that's one victory in my book, secondly, that country is no longer standing, so in the end, I'm in control."

You snorted, "control deez."

A silence fell upon you two for a bit, until finally he finished eating.

You grabbed his trash and scrunched it up. "You're lucky I'm not a terrible person."

He laughed, "you think giving me food will fix your ego?"

"I'm not done."

Once again from your hoodie pocket, you pulled out an emergency kit.

"You could fit the entire server in there, god damn."

"The women usually go in my trousers." You joked, earning a raised brow .

Now you got on your knees to reach his level, "pull up your sleeve." You signaled to his arm.

He did so hesitantly, exposing bruises, sores, cuts, and burns.

You spent the next hour fixing him up, not missing a single spot. He complained about your nursing skills, but each time he did you smacked a hurt spot (which wasn't very hard to find.)

"Sam will be arriving soon." You concluded, "He'll beat my ass but I doubt he'll fuck you up."

"Why is that?"

"He knows how long it takes to treat someone, and if he does I'll have his head on a fuckin' platter."

Dream smiled, "so i'm not on your mind at all?" He asked sarcastically.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm just a good person." You changed the subject, "Next time I come in here you're getting a haircut god damn."

With that remark, you sat against the wall, you would have to wait for Sam to realize you were in there until you got out. You would have liked to doze off, but you would never in front of Dream.

[A/n: HEY ITS BEEN A FEW MONTHS LMOA...UH THIS CHAPTER IS SHITTY BUT...IM BACK!!]