The Apocalypse [Dreamnotfound AU]

A Bet

Tw: swearing, weapons, zombies, blood

"We're making a bet," Sapnap declares, and Dream wonders why he challenged him to compete in the first place. Why he didn't just take his win, when he'd been so close to winning a prize from George.

"Ooh, a bet you say," Quackity says in a terrible British accent, sidling up to them. "And for what might this be?"

Dream cuts them both a glare, which they ignore, as he feels his heart plummet in his chest. "What do you want, idiot?"

"Shut up." Sapnap puts up a hand. "Let the winner think."

Dream rolls his eyes, but his pulse jumps when George joins them, sidling up to stand next to Dream. Their arms brush and Dream feels his skin go warm. George just smirks up at him, his eyes dark and mischievous.

"I have an idea," George announces, his eyes locked on Dream's. "Whoever wins gets to go on a date with me."

Dream chokes, doubling over coughing while George bursts out laughing. When Dream recovers enough to stand up, his eyes watering, he finds Quackity giving George an affronted look.

"How is that a prize, dumbass?"

"Because it's me, idiot."

Dream doesn't know if he should be worried or exasperated. "That doesn't make any sense, George. Why would Sapnap ever..."

But he trails off as he notices that Sapnap's eyes have gone wide. "Are you serious?"

George nods and Sapnap lets out an excited whoop, turning to Dream. "You're going down, bitch. I'm gonna win a date with your boyfriend."

"Why would you want that?" Dream demands, his heartbeat hammering in his chest as panic starts to settle in. "What about Karl?"

Sapnap looks solemn. "This is more important than you'd know, Dream. SNF is real, baby."

"Let's go!" George whoops, rushing over to hug Sapnap.

Quackity and Dream share a concerned look over the other two, Dream's pulse pounding, just as Karl appears next to them. "What's going on, guys? What are those nimrods doing?"

"You're not gonna want to hear this, pal," Quackity starts, turning to him. "But your boyfriend's being an asshole. So is Dream's."

"I heard that," Sapnap calls, untangling himself from George. "And I'm still gonna win this challenge. For SNF."

"Like, football?" Karl wonders aloud, but Sapnap ignores him, turning to George.

"Deal," he says, and he and George shake hands. "Dream?"

All eyes turn to him, and Dream feels suddenly helpless. "If I don't agree, does Sapnap automatically get a date with you?"

George nods solemnly. "The deal's the deal."

"Then, fine," Dream says, stepping forward to shake both their hands. "Not like I have a choice."

Karl nods vigorously, reaching to massage Dream's shoulders like a boxing coach. "Well said, Dream, well said. You got this."

Sapnap looks like he wants to argue, but he seems to stop himself, shrugging. "Don't worry, George, I'll save you from a date with Dream."

Karl snorts, Dream glowers, and they meet each other's gaze, forming a silent alliance against Sapnap.

"Okay, here are the rules..." Quackity starts, and Dream's focus narrows to Quackity's words, his mind racing to come up with some sort of plan. He can't let Sapnap win, not if him and Karl have anything to say about it.