An Inconvenient Attachment [Dreamwastaken X HasanAbi]

Chapter Nine

"I'm telling you, there was an ostrich fur coat in the store!" Dream yelled into the phone.  

"No."  

Dream had called Hasan as soon as he had gotten back from his therapeutic shopping trip.  It had been an interesting one, he never knew how many weird things he could find in a little town.

Dream groaned.  "I'll-I'll fucking send you the picture!"  He sent the picture of the deranged coat and waited for Hasan's reaction.  It felt a little foreign, knowing that he had Hasan's number.  Said man had given it to him in case there was an emergency.  He doesn't tend to look at any other notifications often.

"Oh.  That's feathers, not fur.  Ostriches don't have fur."

Dream scoffed.  "What are you, an ostrich expert?"

"Yes."

The younger frowned.  "Whatever."

"I have to go," Hasan said.  It was soft compared to the banter from before.  

"Oh... yeah.  Okay!"

"Bye."

"Bye."

Dream stared at the phone.  It was on Hasan's contact.  The trip seemed to have distorted his perception on people around him.  It was off-putting, the fact that while he had all the time in the world, others were off with busy lives.  Hell he had barely seen Echo since their first meeting.

He sighed before grabbing his laptop and sitting down at the dining table.  It wasn't very practical to bring his whole PC for a trip, but he still had some work the needed to be done.  Despite what others may think, content creating wasn't completely flexible, Dream couldn't just drop everything and walk away and then expect it all to still be there.

The rest of the day went by with answering emails and messages, most asking for a collaboration.  Most were turned down.

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Clay had stayed up later than usual.

Mommy was oncall, stuck in the hospital for 24 hours. Daddy was... well, Clay could take a guess but he'd rather be wrong.

Alexandra had made mac n' cheese with cut up hotdog mixed in. Six year old Clay had been ecstatic at the over processed meal. Alexandra had joked that it was "the dinner of champions!"

There was no mommy to tell him to go to sleep, Clay was truly living the life. He even dared to stay awake past 12!

Clay kept thinking about the new boy at school. Devin was funny and cool. He taught Clay swear words like "stupid" and "crap." Clay had almost called Alexandra stupid in front of Mommy the other day. There would be no TV after that.

Clay liked Devin. Devin seemed to like Clay. He'd even called Clay's freckles pretty. Clay had blushed. A lot.

Clay found himself in the living room, a paper and markers in hand, trying to make the best love letter ever. I mean, that had to be what the feeling was, right? Mommy had always described it as warm and fuzzy.

He poured his feelings out over the page and nearly ripped it up when he made a spelling mistake.

He had finished when the front door opened. Clay feared for the worst. What if pirates were here to take away his... wait... what do they call it? Oh yeah, booty! Clay stuffed his fist into his mouth to muffle his giggle.

"Hello?" Daddy called out. Clay's screeched, he wouldn't have to fight off any pirates tonight! Unless...

"Daddy! Have you seen any pirates!" Clay screamed as he slid on his socks into the mud room.

Daddy's bloodshot eyes blinked slowly. "Wha? Pirates?"

"Yeah!" Clay jumped up and down. "There's pirates around!"

"Shh!" Daddy played along. "We don't want to give away our location!"

The two of them tiptoed into the living room, one much more clumsy than the other. Then they slumped onto the couch.

It was silent for a while, Clay figured they were waiting for a noise to alert them of where the pirates were.

It was silent for too long. Clay was bored. He figured he'd get advice while he waited. After all, Mommy was pretty and cool. Daddy must have game.

"How do you get someone's attention?" Clay asked softly.

Daddy turned suddenly. "Clay? You gotta crush?" Clay nodded and a smirk made its way up Daddy's face. "Well I think the best way is to show them you mean business. You might have to force them a little at first, but girls don't know what's best for them."

Clay frowned. Who said anything about a girl?

"Any girl will fall for you though Clay. You got my good looks. You're good at soccer and football. And... uh-"

"Mrs. Peters says I'm a math wiz!" Clay boasted, puffing out his chest.

"Well there you go! You are the package deal my boy. I'm so proud to call you my son," Daddy said. Clay hadn't noticed how the man's eyes were unfocusing.

Clay giggled.

Daddy gasped as he looked at the table covered in markers and paper. "What have you been up to?" He picked up the love letter and started reading it.

The atmosphere chilled.

"Clay?"

"Daddy?"

"Devin is an interesting name for a girl, isn't it?"

Clay's eyebrows furrowed. "Devin is a boy!"

"What?" Daddy's voice was soft as he spoke. He no longer had the playful aura around him.

"Are you a fag?"

Clay tilted his head to the side. He'd never heard that word. Why did Daddy seem so angry as he said it?

Daddy stood up quickly and grabbed Clay's shirt, bringing him up so that he was standing too. Clay whimpered. He didn't let go.

"Answer me!" Daddy screamed in his face. "Are you one of those cocksuckers?"

There was a bump upstairs.

"You fucking idiot," Daddy muttered before he pulled back his fist then threw it at Clay's face. Clay banged against the wall. Tears were streaming down his face but he couldn't make a noise.

"I will not have a faggot in my house!" The man screeched as he kicked Clay's side. "You are not my son!"

Something made Daddy fall to the right. There, Alexandra stood, a baseball bat in hand. She had a determined look on her face as she hit Daddy once more for good measure.

"You will not hurt Clay ever again!" Alexandra screamed as she hit him over and over.

Alexandra was wrong, but it was the thought that counted.

A.N. My g, Clayton (not Dream), would like me to tell you all: "my daddy never love me so i hide my face in a mask wah 😩"

ANOTHER AN: I AM SO SORRY FOR ABANDONING YOU ALL!  I FORGOR 💀