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∝╬══→ tw: gore, blood, death by torture, obsessive/possessive behavior.
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LOCATION RESPAWN POINT (HOME), THE SMP.
"I DON'T GET IT. why in the fuck do they have to go out for so long!?" dream ranted on. "language." bad softly interrupted while tending to sapnap. dream continued pacing around the living room, feeling rather angsty and angry—not a good combination to say the least.
why was dream so mad? well it was because of y/n. they've been constantly leaving the house for such long periods of time that they barely spend time with the dream team anymore. he gets it. they have other friends and it's okay to be gone for one day... but then that one day turned into two, three, five, then weeks on end with no time spent together. he'd be lucky to wake up in the middle of the night and see y/n getting back into the house without making a sound, navigating around the creaky wooden areas on the floor like they were in a rhythmic pirouette.
dream appreciated the gesture but it only reminded him that if y/n came home trying to stay quiet, they went out in the first place, leaving early morning perhaps to get food at niki's or to hangout with other people he wasn't aware of... or even to travel to other cubes. what the fuck was even interesting about other cubes? the smp was such a safe and blissful place. anyone would love to stay in a space with a united community of no drama or defamation—only a fresh day directed by the rise of the sun that made its humorous and generous people come to life.
you were completely and utterly safe here. why keep leaving? are you trying to escape? from what danger? what was occupying your mind? what was driving you out? it certainly wasn't the dream team. your roommates have been treating you with such kindness to your untainted figure. every time you walked by to grab a snack in the kitchen, everyone practically drooled over you, wanting to linger wherever your presence went. then once it was gone, it felt like a candle light flickered and went awry, blowing out and leaving ash and wax behind. what could they do without you? how could they dare function?
the eggpire incident only drove dream's protectiveness over you and all the men's possessiveness along the way. no matter how hard bad constantly pleaded, he couldn't beckon you to come home earlier. "we gotta make them stay here. they can't keep going out. i mean why the hell would you go out anyways?" dream emphasized angrily, puffing out air from his chest. sapnap stared back at dream with an expression of confident agreement, nodding along with fierce eyes. bad displayed a very faint trace of a crooked smile behind his thin tight lips while mentally pondering on you, and george sat with his head down, listening but not daring to falter his empty expression. he appeared more pale than he usually is.
