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KEY
∝╬══→ tw: slight possessive/obsessive behavior.
∝╬══→ y/f/p - your favorite pastry
∝╬══→ y/f/d - your favorite drink(s)
∝╬══→ y/f/f - your favorite food(s)
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LOCATION RESPAWN POINT (HOME), THE SMP.
A FULL DAY HAS OFFICIALLY passed by. you decided to lock yourself in your room, staying in bed and having no motivation to get up. at least bad gave you some comfort, not hesitating in cuddling you to sleep. he also made sure you ate, being the only one to enter the bedroom every once in a while with a bed tray filled with plates of your favorite food. he even went out of his way to buy y/f/p from niki in order to satisfy you.
everyone else was rather patient with you. as desperately as they all wanted to see you, they didn't dare disturb you. dream would walk by the bedroom door once in a while, having his hand up with his knuckles ready to knock on the door, but it led him to hesitate and give up, deciding to wait until you'd come out of your domain on your own. sapnap and george unknowingly missed your presence. it was the very reason why the house beamed with brighter lines of sunlight and why the household was happy in the first place. to see you clearly upset and struggling broke everyone inside bit by bit.
sapnap and george would often confide in bad, asking questions about whether you were okay or not. sapnap tried to pry answers from dream but the masked man stayed silent, not wanting to reveal why he raised his voice at you. his actions made him feel impure and disgusted. not that it was unusual but george was the one that went radio silent, staying in the living room for hours upon hours reading books that you recommended to him so he could have something to talk to you about the next time he was able to converse with you, hoping it would be a late night conversation. meanwhile, sapnap was out in the training yard for longer than usual, spending his time letting out his rage on mannequins and red targets. he threw knives and axes, shot arrows to land bulls eyes, and set some wheat stacks on fire to satisfy his pyromania.
the dream team didn't know how long it would be until you were gonna get out of bed, but they finally accepted the fact that it wasn't going to be today, watching the sunsets from their windows, knowing they didn't get to see your face or hear your voice at all. when you came out of the bathroom to see every bedroom door in the hallway closed, knowing everyone was in their rooms, you decided to stop by a different door. not that you didn't like bad or anything. you appreciated his comfort and service a lot more than you expressed. but you just felt the need to stick to your usual tendencies of taking turns sleeping in different rooms.
