The Apocalypse [Dreamnotfound AU]

Took You Long Enough, Nimrod

Okay, I know y'all have been waiting for this chapter forever so here you go. Hope you enjoy <3

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Tw: swearing, blood, weapons

The last thing Sapnap remembers is being dragged up a staircase, the world blurry and tilting, his arm throbbing, and a crying voice telling him it would be okay.

But when he opens his eyes, he's lying on his back on the sofa in their apartment in Florida.

"What the fuck?" Sapnap mutters, shifting a little. He frowns as he moves the arm he's pretty sure should be in huge pain currently but isn't. What the hell is he doing here? Where are the others?

"Sapnap!" A voice calls, and Sapnap squints at the door that opens across the room. Dream walks out, and Sapnap's frown deepens. Because his friend isn't clutching knives or stained with blood or holding on to George's hand as they fight zombies. He's wearing a fresh hoodie and there's a relaxed smile pulling at his lips like he's about to start teasing Sapnap for sleeping for so long.

What time is it anyway? Sapnap wonders, and then shakes his head. Whatever universe this is, it isn't real. It shouldn't matter what time it is.

He tries to remember more of his real life, but it's already fading, just out of reach. Panic shoots through him as he tries to remember, but just then, George walks out behind Dream.

"What's wrong with you, Sapnap?" George asks and Sapnap's attention snaps to him. "You look like you just died or something."

"Died?" Sapnap asks, and something about the wording sounds weird to him. "Why would you say that?"

George shrugs. "It's just an expression, idiot. Seriously though, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Sapnap mutters, sitting up a little. The apartment looks exactly the same as the last time he was here, and it makes his eyes sting. But why? He thinks, mind whirling. He's lived here for as long as he can remember.

Dream shrugs, too, and walks over to sit next to Sapnap, propping his legs on the table in front of them. "Whatever you say, dude. Wanna watch a movie?"

The familiar anticipation fills him, that feeling he always gets when him and his friends sit down to watch a new movie. He opens his mouth to agree, but just then, something catches his attention. Something splattered on the wall behind the TV, red and dripping...

Sapnap scrambles backward, away from the bloodstain. "What the fuck is that shit?" he asks his friends, but they don't seem to notice. They just sit down, opening the TV and browsing through movies like everything's normal.

A cold feeling settles in Sapnap. He gets up, eyes moving between the bloodstain and his friends. His heart pounds heavily against his ribs as he backs slowly out of their apartment. As he passes the kitchen on his way to the door, a sudden instinct hits him. He grabs a kitchen knife from its holder, and it fits perfectly in his hand. For a second, he wonders why he would need a weapon.

Then, he's out of the apartment, leaving his friends behind. His friends, who don't even notice that he's left.

He wanders through the dark, familiar hallways, keeping his grip tight on the knife. There's something odd about the apartment, something he's not remembering. He keeps touching his arm, like he's expecting to find something other than a hoodie sleeve, except he doesn't know what.

He racks his brain, wondering what's missing, why there's a shiver creeping up his spine...

A groan sounds from a nearby hallway.